neon roses ~ l.mh • h.js

capitolo trenta: danza lenta

It's been a few days. It was now the day before Christmas Eve. Currently, Jisung was laid atop Minho, snoring softly. Jisung slept in some crazy position every night, and Minho didn't know why. One night he woke up and Jisung was laid fully horizontal, legs resting on top of Minho. It was probably because of the big bed that allowed him to move around in his sleep more. It was quite funny.

"Sung. Jisung. Ji-sung. Jisunggg. Ji. Jiji. Sungie. Hannie. Hey. Get up." Minho said, shaking Jisung's shoulder slightly to wake him up.

"What?" Jisung whined.

"I have to go to the bathroom."

"No you don't. I'm comfortable." He sighed.

"I will throw you off of this bed."

"I'm up." Jisung rolled his eyes, rolling over to allow Minho to get up and go to the bathroom. He sat up as well, rubbing his eyes. When Minho came back, he scooted over to allow room for him. Minho sat down.

"You said you'd dance for me. When will that be?" Jisung brought up.

"That can be after breakfast if you want."

"Yay! Let's go then." Jisung sprang up, waddling out the door. Minho snickered and followed behind him. They ate breakfast together as Minho told him that he had a dance room. Once they finished, Minho led Jisung to the dance room, closing the door behind them. It was a medium sized room, with a few large speakers in the back and a microphone with a stand next to them. There was a big stained glass window decorated primarily with roses on one wall of the room, both dimming the room and adding a pinkish-red glow.

"So, what do you wanna see?"

"Hmm.. Are you working on a choreography for school or something?"

"Yeah, actually. Wanna see it?"

"Sure." Jisung smiled, sitting down on the floor against the wall. Minho connected his phone to the speakers, playing a song Jisung's probably heard once in his life. But that wasn't really what mattered at the moment. What did, though, was when Minho started to dance to the music. The way he moved his body was fluid and powerful, as if emotion was carefully and majestically spilled into it. Jisung was expecting him to be a good dancer, but not this good. He was practically in a trance. But as his eyes trailed downwards, they stopped. Specifically at Minho's thighs. What the hell, how has Jisung never noticed before? He wanted to take a big bite on them.

Not in a weird way, of course.

But kind of in a weird way.

He couldn't stop staring and didn't notice that the song was over and Minho stopped dancing until he was right in front of him, panting.

"How was that?" He said, making Jisung awake from his thigh-induced state. He raised his head and looked at Minho sheepishly.

"I--It was very good. You're an amazing dancer. Better than a professional, actually." Jisung praised, patting Minho's waist. He laughed.

"Thanks. I don't hear that very often."

"You should. It's weird that you don't." Jisung insisted. Minho shook his head but smiled nonetheless. "You have nice thighs too, by the way." Minho gasped at this.

"You don't just say something like that!" Minho huffed, his face painted with the pink similar to the window.

"Can I touch them?"

"Oh, I have a good idea!" Minho suddenly said, completely ignoring Jisung. "Wanna learn how to dance?"

"Hm. That sounds fun, sure!" Jisung nodded happily.