↱TOUCH↲ ⇾seongjoong⇽

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"And a five, six, seven, eight!"

Seonghwa clapped to keep the beat, eyes sharp on his small group of students as they moved to the song.

They were doing really well, he decided, and the corner of Seonghwa's mouth began to curve into a small, proud smile.

The class made it through their routine without any obvious mistakes, so Seonghwa was quick to praise them for their efforts and suggest a water break.

Several students almost collapsed in relief as they stumbled to the sides of the room, desperate for refreshment.

Seonghwa laughed softly at their dramatics and returned to the front of the room, unplugging his phone from the sound system to check his notifications.

There were a few missed texts from Mingi, an ugly snapchat selfie from Yunho, and one missed call from Hongjoong.

His boyfriend had followed up with a few texts, so Seonghwa skimmed through them.

10:33AM

joong <3: you finish teaching at 11, right?

joong <3: are you busy after?

Seonghwa glanced up from his phone, checking that his students were sufficiently occupied.

Then he glanced back down at his phone, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth as Seonghwa considered.

Technically, Hongjoong was right – his class did end then, but Seonghwa would undoubtedly try to stretch that time as much as he could.

Their dance recital was only three weeks away now.

Seonghwa had been counting down the remaining number of classes with increasing anxiety – this was their second to last scheduled class, though he'd also be able to go through their routines again during the dress and stage rehearsals.

All in all, the recital for the dance school was rather inconveniently timed, because Seonghwa had his own recital on the very same night.

Luckily, his was scheduled later in the evening, and their rehearsals were on separate days.

But he still felt the pressure like a tightening collar around his neck, making it ever harder to breathe.

Stop it, he chided himself silently.

It's going to be fine.

You're going to be amazing.

Fortunately, it was easier than usual for Seonghwa to believe those words, since Hongjoong had murmured them reassuringly into his ear just a few days ago as they'd cuddled in his bed.

He could still feel the comfort that had washed over him, the warmth, as Hongjoong had listened nonjudgmentally to his stresses.

He'd then nosed under Seonghwa's jaw to press little kisses against the skin there.

He'd intended it to be sweet and calming, Seonghwa knew, but Hongjoong's mouth against his neck had set his blood on fire.