It felt like I couldn't move, my feet were planted. He just stares at me before casually walking away.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
How could I forget. But no way I'd be apologizing, my pride is too high.
Cursive will be flashbacks when it's a longer paragraph. If it's just smaller lines it's the thoughts. This will be for the whole story line.
"Minho, wait for me" I said while running to him. We're attending the university for arts together. We've been always wanting to become dancers together.
"You're just too slow" he says playfully rolling his eyes.
"I don't"
"You do"
"I don't"
"Fine you don't" he puts an arm around my shoulders."Where are we heading?" He says.
"Home" I deadpan.
"Sure" he agrees.
YOU ARE READING
My dance mentor ★彡
Fanfiction[ temporarily discontinued] Uhm I'll just write this story and look how it develops. I don't really have an idea what will happen in it tho. Well go with the Flow:)
