Warmth & Sweetness

Chapter 2

The next day after school he was he was sitting in the practice room, math book in his lap, chewing on the same pen from yesterday. He was still hopeless and angry, still understanding nothing from the problem. He was all alone in the room because most of the other's were still in ther classes. Suddenly someone opened the doore and entered the dance practice room. Minghao glanced up to see the person, finding Junhui staring back to his eyes, smiling. The boy waved at him and started stretching, without giving any time for Minghao to reply or greet him. The younger boy stared at the other for a few moments, shaking his head after realising what is he doing. He looked at his own reflection in the mirror, only to see the light pink duat on his cheeks. Shaking his head again he buried himslef in the book again, trying to solve the equation.

Fifteen minutes later he was still sitting here, glaring at his math book and sighing in every second. Junhui finished stretching and he was laying on the floor, staring at the ceiling. The room was filled with silence and Minghao's frustrated sighs. A few minutes later the older boy brook the silence with a question. "What's the problem?" The boy shoot a worried look towards him, waiting for an answer. Minghao let out another sigh. "I can't solve this math problem." Junhui hummed and they stayed silent for a few moments. The lying boy let out a small sigh. "I can help if you want some help, just give me your book and notebook." Minghao thinked for a few momentsif he should accept the offer or not. A questioning look from the boy helped him in deciding. He put the pen in the book, closed it and pushed the book towards Jun, letting it slide on the floor alongside with his notebook.

Two minutes later Jun sent the books back to the younger boy. When he opened the notebook he found a foully solved equation, and to his surprise, a small message. "Flawlessly solved equation for a flawlessly cute boy who is interested in me ;D" Minghao was pretty sure that he is madly blushing in the moment, and the small, soft chuckle from the other boy just confirmed it. He took in a shaky breath and tried to steady his voice before speaking. "What is this?" He asked slowly, staring and pointing to the words on the paper. He didn't dared to look at Jun because he was afraid he will blush even more.

"Well...A little bird told me that you asked some stuff about me yesterday. Oh and if you want me to explain the solving method just search me on the courtyard tomorrow, after the sixth class. I'll be there somewhere, you will find me. Or just if you simply want to see me." He was still avoiding eye contact with older one but he could hear the smirk in his voice. People started flowing the room, filling it with a lot of noise so his reply was more like a statement to himself. "I will kill Soon for this." Minghao put away his stuff and walked to his usual spot and waited for the teacher to start the practice. Just before the music started he glanced to the other end of the room, only to see Junhui smirking at him. He quickly looked away and fixated his eyes on the mirror in front of him, watching his own figure.

When the music started playing he let the beat control his moves. His body flowed with the song, mind went blank. He didn't even concentrated on the choreography, everything he did was the result of hard practice and routine, he was one with the music. Completely lost the connection with his surroundings he let the beat reach out to his muscles, bones, mind and soul, moving his body like a puppet, every movement being smooth and natural like if he was born to dance, to be one with the song.

After the dance practice he was about to go home, completely out of energy, when he saw Soonyoung. "Soonyoung! Stop you little-" He started running after his friend, only to be tripped by some shoes on the floor. He was ready to meet with the ground, falling towards the floor with face. But the collision never happened, at least four pair of hands pulled him back by his clothes, arms or anything that they reached. His breath got stuck in his throat and not because of the fear of meeting with the hardwood floor. He was taken off guard by the things he felt at the moment. He felt the heat of the air, the hot sweat on his skin and the radiating hottnes from the hands holding him. He felt the pain of the strong grips on his arms, the nails digging into his skin.