Y/N's POV:
The teacher continues to explain the new assignment she has for us.
"Today I will be assigning you a project that is due two Mondays from now. For this assignment you will be paired with one boy and one girl. No pairs with the same gender unless there is no one else-"
"Do we get to pick our partners?" someone from the back shouts. The teacher sighs and then continues.
"I was getting there. Yes, you do get to pick your partners-"
The class cheers, but the teacher just stands there with a disappointed face, waiting for the class to quiet down. Everyone shuffled around to sit together. Shouts of "can we be partners?" float through the room. Slowly, the students calm down.
"Now, whoever you're sitting next to is your partner!" she exclaims. I slowly turn to a grooming Minho.
"W-wait, we can't change-" I start stammering.
"All partners are final! I'd advise that you and your partner start planning out your routine. I suggest that you choose your genre first. Routine should be between 1-2 minutes. Once again, partners are final, and this project will be due in 2 weeks. Come to me individually if you have any questions." The teacher finishes her explanation and walks over to students to see what their plan is.
I put my face into my hands.
*'How the heck did I get stuck with him? Out of all people? Why? How?'*
I look up through my fingers at Minho. He pokes me in the side of my stomach and I jerk to the side.
"The hell? What was that for?"
"Hurry up. She's coming. What do you want to do?"
I look over and see Ms. Park coming closer to us.
"Huh?"
He groans and flicks my forehead. I instantly rub it to get rid of the pain.
"What concept? Your stupid ass."
"Oh...I don't know."
He groans again and slaps his forehead this time. "Oh my fucking god. Of course you don't."
I look over and I see her walking towards us. I mentally slap my forehead.
"Fuck face, stop worrying and complaining about me not knowing what concept I wanna do when I didn't even want to do it with you."
"Wow Y/N....a little harsh there hmm?"
"Shut the fuck up-"
"Ms. Y/N! Language."
"I'm sorry Ms. Park," I say while slightly bowing my head.
When I raise my head up again, she asks us what concept we're doing and before I can answer that we have nothing, Minho responds.
"We're doing a mix of pop and hip hop concepts."
"Good choice, Minho," she praises. She walks away to go check on the other pairs and I turn towards him.
"Why did you say pop and hip hop? You know hip hop is my weakest point."
"Well first, I didn't actually know that and I didn't want to, and second, you didn't pick a concept when I gave you the chance so I did it for you."
"You didn't even give me a chance-"
"Oh, I didn't give you a chance? Says the one who went like 'oh....I don't know' when I asked you what you wanted to do," Minho says in a mocking voice.
"Shut it before my fist does it for you."
*— Thursday afternoon ~ 3 hours later —*
I look at the time on my computer.
*'12:40 pm'*
I decide to clean up the table I'm occupying and go home. Once I'm done putting all my papers and computer in my bag, I slip on my backpack and head out when I suddenly get a text from Minho.
M: [are you still on campus?]
Y: [yea why?]
M: [get your ass to the D wing, come to room 3-2]
Y: [why?]
M: [do you want to fail?]
*'Oh...that'* I mentally scold myself, and then just leave him on read. I don't need to reply back. I turn towards the inside of the campus and start walking towards the D-wing.
Once I reach to room 3-2, I already hear the faint sound of music blasting through out the room. I flatten my clothes and my hair and open the door. The sound of music floats through the room, and in the middle of the room is Minho.
The way his body moves, it flows with the music like it's a part of him. When he moves, he releases all the tense energy within him and just goes with the flow; he goes with whatever his body wants. Wherever his body moves, he goes along with it. He controls his body, even the little movements of his fingers. It adds a lot to his performance, and I guess that's what makes him so special at this. It's his specialty. His gift from god.
*'Wait...what the hell am I thinking?'*
"Y/N....hello? Are you done staring?"
"Huh?"
"I asked if you were done staring at me," Minho says while tilting his head.
"Staring?! I wasn't staring-"
"Whatever you say, sweetheart," he teases. "Before you come up with an excuse to leave, lemme show you what I've come up with so far."
He jogs to his phone and scrolls until he finds his song. There is a moment of pure silence before the song begins. It slowly gets louder as Minho shakes out his limbs.
*I'm a motherfuckin' trainwreck//I don't wanna be too much//But I don't wanna miss your touch...*
It's as if he's committed all of his movements to memory. Energy practically explodes right out of him. His movements are fluid, and it's obvious where I'm supposed to join in. He only dances for a few seconds, but it feels like minutes.
He lowers slowly fades the volume out. "So, what do you think?"
"...huh?" I ask, entranced just like before.
"Are you gonna keep staring and making me repeat? Cuz I will ask Ms. Park to change partners if this keeps happening," he explains, half exasperated, half laughing. "What. Do. You. Think?"
"Oh, sorry," I say, blood rushing to my cheeks. I blandly respond: "I think that was pretty good."
He laughs, his eyes sparkling with stars. "Finally a straight answer. Now lemme teach you."
He walks over and pulls me away from the corner of the room. I stumble, but luckily I don't fall. He puts his hands on my waist and guides me into position in front of him; my cheeks get hot. I try to look down, but Minho sees me in the mirror before I have the chance.
"Is something wrong?" He uses one of his stupid smirks again.
"N-no," I stammer. Before I can make a complete idiot of myself, I ask him to teach me the beginning moves.
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Immerensis || Leeknow
Фанфик**Description:** They've known each other since they were little. And through all of those years, all they've done was bicker. Though they seem to hate each other, they've never been able to get rid of the one another. After 24 years of going back a...
