Leaf Me Alone // minsung

「⸙ ch.16 ⸙」

JISUNG

Lying on my bed, I absentmindedly scrolled through my phone. There were updates on Jackson Wang's party from last night, and he seemed to be in almost everyone's posts somehow. Briefly glancing up, I grinned at Felix, who was rooting through his outfits trying to decide on something to wear to the dance class. I was in joggers and a shirt, the first two items I saw in my line of vision. Felix, on the other hand, was unpacking his entire closet in search of an outfit that would make his ass look the best in. I knew who he was doing this for, but he still seemed to be in denial.

Eventually deciding on a pair of joggers that looked no different to the five pairs of joggers he had beforehand, other than a change in colour, he scrambled for a shirt. Before he could go through the long and arduous process of trying on every single shirt in his closet, I tossed him a tank top and a jacket to go over it, successfully hitting him in the face.

"Put this on, grab a necklace or something and let's go. This is, like, painful to watch."

Felix pulled a face at me, sticking out his tongue like the immature child he is before putting on the clothes I threw at him. Shrugging on the jacket, he checked himself out one last time before looking around for a necklace to go with the outfit. Luckily, he didn't take too long deciding on the accessory, and we were good to go.

Swinging the dorm door shut behind me, I swung the keys around my finger. Hyunjin had already left to go set things up, presumably dragging Seungmin along with him, so I walked with Felix over to the dance studio allocated for Hyunjin's dance class.

Because of Felix' agonisingly long decision-making, there were already quite a lot of people there. They were all warming up, some by themselves and some chatting idly with others as they stretched.

Immediately, Felix's eyes were glued to a certain figure stretching in the corner. Normally full of energy, he seemed to quieten down and almost stop in his tracks instead of running around and greeting people like he usually would. Man, he was down hard. Although Changbin's muscles did look pretty good in the black shirt he was wearing. Still, I could practically see the little love hearts in Felix's eyes.

I tapped his shoulder, bringing him back to reality. I raised an eyebrow at him and he flushed, refusing to make eye contact with me. Changbin saw us hovering at the door and waved us over with a grin, although I'm pretty sure it was directed specifically at the person beside me. His eyes ran over Felix's outfit before nodding quietly to himself in satisfaction, and I internally sighed at this blatant staring. Felix blushed an even brighter red - this didn't stop him from devouring the sight of all the muscles on display in front of him.

The wall of muscles seemed to pride himself in this, lifting his arm up and flexing it slightly. Not afraid of eye contact, he tilted his head, eyes looking straight at Felix.

Leaning ever closer, his voice came out low. "Like what you see, sunshine?"

I think I threw up a little in my mouth.

As I was internally questioning what part of my brain thought it was a good idea to agree to come, doing my best to pretend I didn't know the two people eye-fucking each other next to me, Hyunjin clapped his hands.

Everyone's attention was directed to the front of the classroom, where Hyunjin was standing next to someone. I squinted my eyes, regretting the decision to come here even more. Not only was I going to be dancing for the first time in years, I was going to be dancing in front of Minho of all people. I thought he wasn't participating? He said he wasn't participating, I swear he did.

Hyunjin started introducing the dance class, talking about what we'll be doing, what genres we're exploring and how the lessons are supposed to work, as well as payment and so on. I was only half listening, my eyes fixed on Minho, stood at the front, leaning against the wall like he didn't have a care in the world. He was wearing a black shirt and black joggers, with a cap that held his hair back from getting in his face.