Exo Imagines

68. Lay (cute)

Hand in hand you waltz, swayed and swirled, your eyes focused intently on your feet, biting down on your lip through your nerves and strong determination to not step on your fiancé's feet.

"Don't look at your feet," Yixing instructed and removed his hand from your waist to press the tips of his delicate fingers to the underside of your chin, gently forcing you to look into his eyes.

"But," you mumbled as you gripped at his shoulder a little harder, somehow believing that would help your feet to stay off Yixing's.

"No buts," he chuckled, the centre of his right cheek caving in slightly to reveal that dimple of his you loved so much. Moving his lips closer to your ear, his hot breath dusting across the milky skin of your neck, he muttered, "I'm teaching you, so you have nothing to worry about, my dear."

A scorching red flush worked it's way up the back of your neck to move and circulate around on the apples of your cheeks, the intense red contrasting against the pale, milky completion of your face.

When you had asked Yixing to teach you to slow dance, you had been terrified, yet when the biggest smile spread across his face and he grabbed your hand you knew he had been waiting for you to ask him.

Focusing too intently on the dark chocolate orbs of his eyes you lost concentration on which direction your feet were going and tripped, not so elegantly, over your own foot.

And so, with a little gasp, you toppled into Yixing's strong, secure grasp, an amused chuckle escaping past his lips. "Hopefully my lessons will pay off soon," he teased as he settled you back up on your feet.

"You're doing it wrong," you retaliated and pinched his cheek when he started to sulk.

"On our wedding day," he started with a mischievous smirk. "We shall see you is the better dancer."