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in sync with you ; l.mh

the clock had long since passed midnight, and the halls of the entertainment agency were silent, save for the soft echo of music emanating from the practice room. there, under the harsh fluorescent lights, minho moved with the music, his body a testament to hours of dedication. the choreography was complex, a dance that demanded perfection, and he was determined to master it.

in the quiet of the night, y/n walked down the corridor, her steps light, a file of documents in her hand as an excuse for her presence. she wasn't expecting to find anyone at this hour, so the sound of music drew her like a siren's call. peering through the glass window of the practice room, she saw him-minho, lost in his dance, the idol who shone on stage yet remained humble off it.

she pushed the door open, and the music swelled around her. minho stopped mid-step, surprise etching his features before a smile took its place. "y/n? what are you doing here so late?" he asked, his voice a mix of delight and exhaustion.

"i could ask you the same," she replied, her tone light, teasing. "practicing for the comeback?"

minho nodded, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair. "it has to be perfect," he said, a hint of the pressure he felt creeping into his words.

y/n set the documents aside, her gaze softening. "you're already amazing, minho. don't push yourself too hard."

there was a quiet moment where they looked at each other without speaking. they both felt the same thing but didn't say it out loud.

"come on," y/n said, breaking the tension. "show me what you've got."

and so, minho danced. he danced for the fans who adored him, for the music that fueled him, but most of all, he danced for y/n, who watched with eyes that saw beyond the idol to the man beneath.

when the song ended, they were both breathless, minho from his exertion and y/n from the emotion that welled within her. "you're incredible," she whispered, and it was more than just praise for his performance.

they sat together on the cool floor, the practice room their bubble away from the world. they talked and laughed, sharing stories until the night waned further. and though the words "i like you" hung heavy on their tongues, they remained unsaid, a confession waiting for the right moment.

as dawn approached, they parted ways, and as they walked their separate paths, the first light of morning whispered of a love that was patient, kind, and on the cusp of blooming into something beautiful.

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minho found himself back in the practice room, the memory of last night's encounter with y/n replaying in his mind like a favorite song. the way she had looked at him, not just as an artist but as "minho", had left a warmth in his chest that not even the morning light could outshine.

y/n, on the other hand, sat at her desk surrounded by paperwork, but her thoughts were far from contracts and schedules. they lingered on minho, thinking about the laughter they shared and the promises they didn't say out loud, but felt in the air.

midday approached, and with it came an unexpected message from minho: "lunch? my treat for keeping me company last night." y/n's heart skipped a beat. she typed a quick reply, trying to sound casual, "sure, where?"

the cafeteria was bustling, but they found a quiet corner. over simple meals, their conversation flowed easily, but there was a new layer to their words, a depth that had been uncovered in the silent hours of the night.

after lunch, minho hesitated before returning to the studio. "y/n," he began, his voice soft, "about last night..."

y/n looked up, her pulse quickening. "yes?"

"i just wanted to say... thank you. it meant a lot to me," he said, his eyes holding hers.

y/n smiled, her heart feeling full. "anytime, minho. anytime."

the afternoon faded into evening, and once again, y/n found herself drawn to the practice room. this time, minho was waiting for her, a shy smile on his face.

"thought you might show up," he said, as she entered.

"guess i couldn't stay away," she admitted.

they sat on the floor, the music a soft background to their conversation. as the night deepened, they shared stories, dreams, and fears. and when a slow song came on, minho stood and offered his hand.

"dance with me?" he asked.

y/n took his hand, and they danced there in the practice room, two hearts beating in time to the music. it was a dance of friendship, of something more, a dance that spoke of the feelings they had yet to confess.

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as the slow song enveloped them in its tender melody, minho and y/n swayed gently in the practice room, lost in a moment that felt suspended in time. the world beyond the walls could have been spinning at twice its pace, but for them, everything was still, except for the quiet rhythm of their hearts.

minho could feel y/n's hand resting lightly on his shoulder, her touch both comforting and electrifying. he had known for a while now, in the stolen glances and the laughter they shared, that what he felt for y/n was more than friendship. it was a feeling that filled him with warmth, with hope, and an undeniable fear of the unknown.

as the final notes of the song lingered in the air, minho found the courage that had escaped from him for so long. he gently pulled away, just enough to see y/n's face, her eyes searching his for an answer to a question she hadn't asked.

"y/n" he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "i can't keep pretending that i don't feel more for you. i've tried to ignore it, to focus on the music, on the dance... but it's always there, this feeling for you..."

y/n's breath caught in her throat, her heart racing with anticipation.

"it's like a tune that i can't get out of my head," minho continued, his hands trembling slightly as he took hers in his. "and i don't want to get it out. i don't want to spend another day not telling you... i like you, y/n. i really like you."

the confession hung between them, raw and sincere. y/n's eyes glistened with unshed tears, not of sadness, but of relief, of joy. "minho," she said, her voice a mix of laughter and emotion, "i like you too... i've been so scared of ruining what we have, but i don't think i can hide my feelings either."

it was a beginning, a promise of what was to come, and as they leaned in for a kiss, it was a seal on their mutual confession, a soft, perfect moment that marked the start of a new duet, not just in dance, but in life.

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minho's been bias wrecking a bit too hard lately pls help