Lee Taeyong hated himself. And this was now official and permanent. He looked through all of his music (and as a dancer and instructor he had a lot of music) three times, and he still couldn't find one he could use for tomorrow's lesson. And that was a big problem, because if he couldn't find one, he would need to search for a new one, and that was something he really didn't want to do. It was always so troublesome to search for music.
"Ten! Help!" He finally shouted, hoping that his best friend could solve his problem. Ten always had at least one song for every dance that Taeyong didn't have.
"What do you want?" Ten looked out from the kitchen, seemingly not really happy about being disturbed. He had a big chocolate cake in his hand and a tube of whipped cream in the other one. Taeyong could never figure it out how he could eat such a food without gaining any weight. He himself always felt guilty after eating something like that and always needed to train a little more for the following week.
"Tell me you have a cha-cha-cha song that isn't sexual!" He looked up at him from his laptop with pleading eyes, hoping for the good answer. He just couldn't believe he didn't have any cha-cha-cha song that didn't have sexual theme to it...
Ten looked taken aback for a moment before a blank look came onto his face.
"We're talking about cha-cha" he said. "That dance is sex on the dance floor part one. Only tango and rumba is worse than that" He said as he came closer and sat down onto the couch. Taeyong was sitting on the floor as he started banging his head onto the coffee table in front of him.
"I know" he whined, burying his fingers in his hair. He pressed his forehead onto the cool wood and gave out sounds that Ten could identify as fake crying.
'"Then why do you even want a song that isn't sexual?" He asked, watching his best friend curiously.
"You know why" Taeyong gave him a disapproving look. But Ten still played the innocent.
"I don't know" Of course, he knew why Taeyong was acting like this, but he needed the elder to say it. Just for fun. To see him suffer as he admits it.
Taeyong let out a sigh, as he turned his eyes away from his flatmate.
"Because I'm teaching Yuta cha-cha-cha tomorrow and I don't need it to be harder than it already will be" he said, waiting for Ten to start laughing.
But he didn't.
Taeyong only dared to look up at his best friend a few seconds later just to find him looking at him with the same blank expression he did when he asked about the non-sexual cha-cha music.
"See this?" Ten asked, lifting up the bottle of whipped cream. Taeyong nodded, not understanding what the other wanted. Ten turned the bottle upside down and poured the cream all over his cake. By the time he was done, the brown cake was covered in white. Ten pushed the plate under Taeyong's nose.
"See this?" Ten asked once again. Taeyong pushed the plate back gently with a frown on his face. The cake just smelled like calories.
"Yes, I do. Why?" The elder still couldn't understand what his flatmate wanted.
"This cream isn't as whipped as you are" Taeyong could only groan at this answer and he immediately turned away from Ten, and slammed his laptop shut. At moments like this did he question why he was friends with Ten. Seriously, he would just be better off without him…
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Shall we Dance?
FanfictionIt's not that Yuta was against love. And it's not that he wasn't happy for his sister that she's getting married. It's not even that that they want to get married in Japan or that they'll probably invite the whole family. (Including Aunt Maiko...) I...
