We were all seated around the performing arts auditorium, having a small break before we were to return to dance practice, two weeks before the final round. Our songs had been learnt, memorised and recorded and we had been drilling the choreography for a song that had been named 'Don't Wanna Cry'. It was a beautiful song and it was very different compared to all of our other songs, which were more lighthearted and upbeat songs than this new one.
Soonyoung had gathered our little performance unit one day and told us something that he had called a secret, "Three of these last four songs interconnect with each other through the choreography. It's amazing. I'm so excited to teach you guys the choreography!" And because of how infectious his excitement was, Samuel and myself quickly became excited as well and therefore it quickly spread to Minghao and Chan, who were soon also trying to pry more spoilers about our choreography with eyes that were shining excitedly.
Soonyoung had just laughed us off and told us that he wasn't going to be 'KwonSpo' today. It was even more frustrating for us when Jihoon taught us the songs in random order, deciding to help his boyfriend with his surprise choreography connections, and then just like Jihoon did, Soonyoung decided to teach us the choreography in a random order. The two told us that we would know the actual order after we finished the choreography for the last dance and that us in our performance team had to piece together the connections before everyone else would be told about Soonyoung's plan.
"Junnie-gē is it just me or are your knees hurting after all that floorwork?" Minghao asked as he scooted closer to me, dragging his butt along the floor to do so. I tried not to laugh at that visual of him dragging himself over to me, tongue sticking out in concentration, and instead closed my eyes and tried to feel if my body was in pain or aching at all. I then prodded at my knees, just to check further.
"Uhhhh, there's a minor ache in my knees but I think that's actually normal for me. How about you?" I looked down at him and saw that his knees were not only exposed in the ripped jeans he was wearing, but they were also somewhat bright red in colour. "Baobei! How could you do this to yourself? We were told to wear something that covers our knees or to bring knee pads, why did you nottttt?" I whined.
He leaned over and put a hand on my mouth to silence me before answering me. "Shhhh. I'm just dumb, Gēge." I poked my tongue out slightly and licked the palm of his hand and then laughed obnoxiously loudly at him when he ripped his hand away faster than when he had put it there in the first place. "You're not dumb, baby, you're just forgetful." I stated and as I patted his head lightly in a 'there there' sort of motion, he pouted, which caused my heart to swell with love. "I love youuuuu~" I cooed and kissed him sloppily
"I'm 99.9% sure that you're the only person that I'll ever love." Minghao confessed suddenly and I felt my face flush and my eyes widen as tears welled in them. "Really, Haohao? Are you actually serious?" I asked him, speechless. He smiled and nodded, confirming it. I leaned over and pressed my lips on his in a short but sweet kiss.
"I love you too, my one and my only, my heart and my lungs~" My voice was shaky but I was completely sure of what I was saying. Minghao wiped away the tears that had formed and we both just smiled at each other for a while, staring into each other's eyes.
I vaguely remember hearing Seungkwan shouting "Oh my god I don't even know what they're saying but this entire exchange is so gay!" At some point, and eventually we stopped staring at each other and looked at Soonyoung, who still seemed to be stuck on the flip that he had wanted to do towards the end of the choreography.
Both Minghao and myself knew how to do this move, myself less flexible when doing it compared to Minghao, but when he asked us if it was okay if he did it instead when we were discussing choreography, we were fine with giving it up.

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