𝐑𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 || Minsung 💛

S I X

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The show was amazing again. The crowd seemed equally as hyped too.

Everyone was praising each other and giving each other the same well done over and over. I smiled as they all headed towards the part of the train that acted as our kitchen and places to sit and eat.

"Hey Chan?!" I jogged up to the elder who turned around and looked at me.

"What's up, Sung?"

"Could I maybe go use the trapeze tent for a bit of practice? I didn't really get round to it earlier."

"Of course but what about your dinner-" I was already jogging towards my compartment and didn't answer. He turned away anyway.

I nearly fell over when I got to the compartment due to rushing. I grabbed my back pack and began to run to the tent. The reason I was running was because I particularly didn't really want an audience or a follower.

I felt ever so slightly out of breath. I need to start running in the mornings or something. I sighed happily as I saw the trapeze bars. Trapeze was my true escape from everything else.

I walked towards the makeshift changing room and began to undress. I changed into suitable clothes for practice which was a pair of sweatpants specialised for gripping and a baggy t shirt. Underneath of course was my base layer. Of course once I got to perform, I would be given either the same colour suit as Minho or a different colour. It was a jumpsuit type of thing that was loose at the same time.

I stretched, warming up my muscles before walking into the center towards the rope. I wrapped my hands around it before pulling it to hoist me upwards. I shot upwards towards the top of the tent. I leapt from the top onto the hoop that was slightly lower than it was before. I held both my hands around the metal before hoisting myself upwards onto the hoop. I held onto the hoop and began to practice a trick. I wrapped one of my legs around the hoops.

I transferred into the position of putting my leg free leg outwards in a position. I held it for a few seconds before standing up on the hoop. I reached out for the trapeze bar. I felt myself begin to fall as I desperately reached out for it. I felt my feet leave the hoop but I caught the bar in time.

"You should be more careful." I looked down surprised to hear a voice. Minho was sitting on the edge with a plate of food in his hand and a plate next to him.

"What are you doing here?"

"Delivering your food and I also want to apologise for what happened earlier. It was kinda rude." His face stayed emotionless still.

"It's alright. At least you had the balls to actually come and apologise." I chuckled as I swung from the trapeze bar and somersaulted to another. I changed my gaze to look at Minho who had a smile across his face. I didn't say a word.

He seemed to notice himself smiling and quickly cleared his throat.

"I should get going. I brought your food-"

"Can you stay? I could use a little company."

"I don't know."

"Please? It's the least you can do."

"Trying to guilt trip me?"

"Yep! Is it working?"

"Yeah." Minho sat in the slight sandy, woody surface of the so-called arena. I smiled as I lowered myself in the hoop to almost the ground but my feet didn't quite reach.

"How long have you been doing trapeze? You are so talented at it."

"God knows. I never really keep count. I was in my family circus before I joined Chan's." Minho replied but the lack of expression on his face never faltered. I was going to do everything I could to get him to smile again.

"Well, your act is pretty amazing. Your singing too, where the fuck did you get that kind of voice?"

"A few singing lessons really pays off."

"I'm sure it does."

Silence fell once again as I tried to come up with things to talk about. I usually talk a lot and right now, I am stumped.

"You seem fairly talented."

"Did you just compliment me?"

"Uh."

"Yes you did."

"I did, didn't I?"

"Yep! And thanks."

"I haven't worked with another trapeze artist in years."

"Same here."

"I guess it would be nice to work with someone else."

"I agree. I'm great aren't I?"

"That's pushing it, Han."

"I don't think so."

"I do." Minho replied. A small smile crept to his lips but disappeared as I blinked.

I grinned cheekily and spun on the hoop in a circle.

"Your singing voice is also really good too. You may be a bit of an asshole but I can't deny you sing well."

"I'm going to ignore the asshole bit but thanks."

"You're welcome."

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