Dance of Discord | A Hyunho Romance

Chapter Eight

~~~ Hyunjin ~~~

Lee Minho was a phenomenal instructor.

It was time to show the routines to all the background dancers and Minho had taken point, being a natural leader and Hyunjin was too busy ogling Minho in a leotard and tights to care. He was clearly in his element, strolling through the room, sharp eyes roaming around at the several dancers to suss out any flaws. And when he found them, he corrected them gently, but firmly. He could see the dancers' starry eyed gazes from here and he felt strangely proud of Minho and proud to be connected to someone like him. Except, were they connected? Could he call Minho his?

Technically no, and that frustrated him.

"Good, very good," he heard Minho say and Hyunjin whipped his head towards the other side of the room. The dancer he was praising was tall, with a full head of wavy black hair. "Seonghwa, right?" Minho continued and Hyunjin felt his lips pucker slightly at the smile he was giving him. They kept talking and he forced himself to look away lest he be caught staring daggers at the beautiful dancer's back.

"Um excuse Mr. Hwang?" One of the background dancers said, coming up to him. "Could you show us the double step part again?" They asked bashfully, and that's when he noticed two more people, a male and a female standing behind him.

He smiled, "Yes of course," he said, grateful for the distraction.

Practice lasted for quite a while but it was very rewarding. They were all tired, but elated having done a hard day's work. Minho was the only one still standing, smiling broadly at the cast. Only the gleam of sweat on his face and the heaving of his chest gave away the fact that he was just as tired as the rest of them. As everyone started to filter out the room, Hyunjin rose, eager to speak with Minho when the dancer from before came waltzing up to him as well. "Hey...uh, a bunch of us are headed to the club after this," Seonghwa invited, "Both of you," he added quickly, flashing a bright smile that made him look even prettier.

Minho shook his head, a polite smile on his face, "I'd love to but I really should—"

Seonghwa placed a hand on his bicep, and Hyunjin wanted to rip his arms off, "Nope, nope, nope I'm not letting you decline. You simply must come. Everyone's so excited to hang out with you outside of work. You're our new favorite person," he grinned and Minho blushed.

"Fine, I suppose a drink or two won't hurt..."

"Perfect! I'll see you there," he replied and Hyunjin didn't miss that little squeeze on Minho's arm before he walked away. Or the fact that Minho's blush grew brighter. Was he attracted to him? Surely he must be, Seonghwa was lovely and objectively he could pinpoint a few similarities between the two of them. Not that that was the only reason why Minho would have anything to do with him. Still, the idea of the two of them, of Minho with anyone else made him sick.

"Didn't picture you as the clubbing type," he found himself saying, forcing a smile on his face.

Minho laughed, "I'm not, but I'm also not above having a little fun. Lix and Jisung used to drag me to clubs all the time back in college."

That made Hyunjin smile, "How is your brother by the way? Too bad he doesn't have a bigger role in the film. He's such a joy to have on set."

"Oh, are you tired of me already?"

"Never." His answer came out too quickly and Minho paused, a curious smile slowly appearing on his face. Hyunjin cleared his throat, face flushing, "Come on, we need to get cleaned up."

~~~~ Minho ~~~~

"You look hot," A flirty male voice called out to him and Minho's face heated up at seeing Seonghwa approaching him.

"Thanks, I try," Minho replied, feeling slightly uncomfortable from the other dancer's stares. He supposed his outfit did render that kind of attention, what with his half open zippered polo, the studded belt and the silky looking pants he wore. He even accessorized with a choker, bracelets and an armband. "You uh, you look nice too," he returned politely and it was the truth. He had a softer sort of masculine beauty which was alluring but Hwang Hyunjin was the only person's attention he wanted. Speaking of, where was he?

On cue, he spotted a familiar, lean frame, plush pink lips and flowing raven locks that he knew felt like silk. He wanted to go to him, to pull him in his arms and make it known to everyone that Hyujin belonged to him, except he couldn't. For all intents and purposes, he had no real claim on the man. They'd never discussed that. Or anything remotely related to their actual connection. Hyunjin was wearing red, a wispy blouse that had strings lacing it up. Just one little tug and it was likely his chest would be completely exposed. He had a certain swagger as he walked in, as if he owned the club himself. It was that same confident air that Minho loved, that drew him in like a magnet.

"Oh, Hwang's here," Seonghwa said, suddenly reminding Minho of his presence. "Red looks good on him."

"Yes, it does." Frankly he was certain that any and everything would look good on him but he kept that comment to himself.

He was walking towards them, a fierce expression on his face that tempered slightly as he greeted them both. "Did the party start without me?"

"Sort of, Mr. Lee was just about to take a turn with me out on the dance floor."

"I was?" He said dumbly, and he felt himself being pulled away by Seonghwa to the vibrating mass of bodies already moving to the music pumping out the club's loudspeakers. He recognized the background dancers but was shocked to see Bang Chan and Changbin there as well dancing with a group of girls. Seems like everyone was here to let loose. Maybe he ought to just relax and have fun. He could wrack his brain over his whatevership with Hyunjin some other time.

~~~ Hyunjin ~~~

He didn't think he could take another minute of this.

Minho was just dancing, and that bright smile of his was enchanting. He just wished that it was with him. And honestly he was more than a little irritated by Minho's behavior. Why didn't he turn him down? Why was he just simply going along with everything? "Another drink sir?"

He nodded, "Stronger this time."

The bartender chuckled, "You got it."

"Another!" He slurred some odd hour or so later. This time the bartender shook his head and Hyunjin knew that he was well over his limit. Bleary eyes wandered over to the dance floor expecting to see Minho and Seonghwa but the latter was grinding up against...was that, Taemin?!

"You...look totally sauced," A soft velvety voice declared and it was like music to his ears. Hyunjin grinned, reaching out for the zippered shirt wearing male and missing, nearly falling off the barstool. "Careful Hyunnie," he murmured, catching him. "Give me your keys, I'll take you home."

Obediently he fished in his pocket and handed them over, unable to quell that rising warmth in his chest at the fact that after everything was said and done, Minho was here. With him. "My Minho," he said, clinging to him.

There was a chuckle, " Am I?"

"Of course!" He shouted, giggling when he felt the other man's hand cover his mouth. "Ohhh sorry," he whispered, or at least tried to. He leaned heavily on his lover. "You're mine. Not Seonghwa's or anyone else's. And I'm going to fuck—"

"Let's save the rest of that speech for when we're in a more private place sweetheart," Minho admonished, although his tone was laced with fondness. "It's clear that we are long overdue for a real talk."