Kim Jongin
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"Shall we?" Yixing offers him his hand, his killer smile still on display and Sehun doesn't know how long he can stand his smile. His knees are starting to go weaker by just a smile. "Oh, right, you're straight. Sorry." Yixing lowers down his hand, scratching the back of his neck and Sehun wants to shout because no! Did he just make Yixing sad? What the heck, Oh Sehun?
"No! No! It's. . . It's okay. I can do with just holding hands." Sehun quickly said while reaching for Yixing's left hand, lacing their fingers together and trying not to focus on how they fit each other. "Shut up." He said to both Yifan and Chanyeol who were trying to hide their smiles with a cough, the teasing glint in their eyes very visible.
Yixing looks up at him with a warm smile, tugging at their hands. "Let's go then."
How come he looks more pretty under the silver moonlight? It's so unfair.
The four of them head towards the building, Chanyeol and Yifan walking behind them and Sehun's pretty sure Chanyeol's taking a picture of them holding hands. "So, I heard you're a dancer." Sehun looks at the man on his right with surprise, catching Yixing's bright eyes on him.
"How did you know?"
"Chanyeol told me. And I think I've seen you in Exodus." His head cocks to the side slightly and Sehun tries not to coo at how adorable (and hot) he looks. "You went to Exodus, don't you?"
Sehun blinks in surprise at the older male (seeing that Chanyeol calls him Ge, that means he's older than Sehun too). "Yeah, I do." Exodus is the dance studio he went to frequently. "Do you go there?"
Yixing nods, "I teach there."
Sehun just finds him thousand times more attractive than he already is. And he hears more coughing on the background. Facing behind over his shoulder, he glares at his two older friends. "Shut up."
"We didn't say anything." Yifan raises his hands, Chanyeol nodding in agreement beside him.
Once they've arrived at the building, Yixing immediately get a hold of the door and pull it open for Sehun to come first. "You guys, too." He said to Yifan and Chanyeol who were standing behind and waiting for the two of them to go in first.
"Thanks, Ge." Chanyeol gives the older a peck on his forehead, a habit of him to do. Yifan knows it, but Sehun doesn't know. The light haired man glance at him with narrowed eyes, as if asking him 'What the hell was that for?'. But then his face become unreadable, because heck, he's straight. Why should he feel jealous like that? Yixing's not his and he's not even into men.