Immerensis || Leeknow

Silent Conversations

Y/N's POV:

*— Monday ~ 11:30am —*

8 "couples" out of the 12 pairs in class have already gone up and performed, but I still see no sign of Minho. Every now and then I look at the door to see if he's here or not, and every time I do, I look back to the front in disappointment. I bite my lip and fidget with my fingers.

*'Maybe I really did piss him off yesterday...God I should have just apologized for overreacting. I'm so stupid.'* The 8th couple just finished their performance when the door finally openned, revealing Minho. I let out a breath of relief.

The teacher notices and motions for him to sit down. He nods and my eyes follow him around the room until he sits down directly across the from me. He settles down on the floor and then makes eye contact with me. I avert my eyes from his gaze and look back up to the front where the 9th couple has already started preforming. After a few seconds of their performance, I grow tired and look back down at the ground, messing around with my nails. The performance song blurs into the back of my mind and thoughts of yesterday play in my head.

Talking with Felix that night after fighting with Minho helped me view that maybe I was jumping way too close to conclusions. He pointed out things that I didn't notice because I was all caught up in my feelings. I was so caught up in how I was hurting that I said things that I would never mean in a million years. I wish I had never said what I said to Minho yesterday. If I could, I would redo yesterday and I would do everything in my power to make sure it didn't turn out the way it did.

I'm so lost in my thoughts that I don't notice that the 10th pair is already up there. *'Only one more pair and then we're next.'* Shit...one more pair and then it's the end. One more pair and then that's the last time I'll ever talk to him. I look over at him and he's analyzing the dancers. Catching their small and noticeable mistakes even though he's not the one that created the choreography. I look at him and all I feel is guilt. I need to apologize before it eats me alive.

He looks at me for a split second. He looks me up and down, irritated that I'm even looking his way. Who knew that this small look from him could cause me to feel so much worse than when I saw him with Ji-eun. I keep looking into his eyes, trying to read them, but I can't tell what he's trying to say.

"Pair 11: Ji-eun and Jeong-ho," the teacher announces, and Minho's eyes go to the center of the classroom. My mind is telling me he's focusing on Ji-eun and Ji-eun only while he's studying their dance and my heart tugs a little at the thought. I shake off this thinking even though it might be true after yesterday. It feels like only a few seconds have gone by, but it's been several minutes.

"Last but not least...Pair 12: Minho and Y/N," the teacher calls out. I inhale sharply and exhale through my mouth, trying to shake off the stress. I walk down the aisle of students, and when I reach the end, Minho is already there, offering his hand and I take it.

"Now...it's our final performance and then we never have to see each other again like you wished. Don't. Fuck. It. Up," he whispers as we're walking towards the empty space in the center of the room. I swallow. His words run through my heart, just like he intended it to. I look at our hands, and then back towards the center.

"Minho...you know I didn't-" He shushes me as we arrive to the center. He leads me to my beginning position before he stands behind me for his. I look at the full class and my breathing pattern starts to become uneven. Minho notices and places a hand on my waist and leans into my ear from behind.

"You're going to be alright. It's just like we practiced." I look at him, his eyes softened a bit before going back to the piercing look from before and I nod at his reassuring words, even if his facials might not mean it.