Dance With Me [WoongMin]

Dance With Me

Okay, so I absolutely adore this ship and I suddenly felt the need to contribute something! This is short and I practically whipped this out in under an hour but I'm really proud of it and I hope you guys will like it as much as I do! It's been a while since I wrote for a group other than Stray Kids but I just love AB6IX so much so maybe I'll write more about them in the future!

Woong shouldn't even be here.

He had no idea why he didn't just stay home instead of putting himself through this torturous day. Maybe part of him just wanted to see him one more time. Or maybe he secretly hoped for a movie-like happy ending.

That was highly unlikely though. They had broken up a year ago and he was happy with someone else now. Today was his wedding day. Inviting Woong had just been an obligation, an act of politeness, because they still ran in the same circles.

So why the hell had Woong accepted? Why had he put himself through the heartfelt ceremony, the loving smiles, the 'I do's?

Because maybe this was his way of saying goodbye.

"You look like you could use some champagne", a familiar low voice suddenly spoke up, making Woong look up from where he sat, slumped in his seat. The reception had just started, so it was too early for him to just leave. Instead, he had opted for sitting here, trying not to look in the direction of the happy couple on the dancefloor.

"I'm fine, Youngmin...", Woong waved off with a half-assed smile. Youngmin looked at him like he didn't believe him. He had good reason not to. Anyone with eyes could see that Woong was anything but fine.

"Come on", Youngmin said, extending his hand. Woong gave him a quizzical look but took the older's hand and let himself get pulled to his feet. Youngmin led him over to the bar and made a hand motion at the bartender who promptly served them each a glass of champagne.

Woong looked at Youngmin but the older just raised his eyebrows in an encouraging manner. Woong sighed and picked up his glass, gulping down the champagne in one go. Youngmin chuckled and called the bartender over for another one.

"Drinking won't solve anything", Woong muttered before downing the next glass of champagne. He knew that he should probably act a little less like a broken-hearted fool, but he just couldn't help himself after holding back all afternoon. "I have to drive home...", he added.

Youngmin took a small sip from his own glass. "I'll have my driver take you home", he told the younger boy, not leaving any room for objection. "Why did you come here, Woongie? I can see that you're hurting", Youngmin asked him. Woong slumped his shoulders, looking in the direction of the dancefloor again.

"I don't know...maybe to torture myself, maybe because I still miss him...", he replied.

"I'm sorry you two didn't work out", Youngmin said, sounding sincere, as he put a hand on top of Woong's.

The blonde shook his head, waving off. "We obviously weren't meant to be...", he answered.

"Still, you deserve to be happy. You deserve someone who loves you and cherishes you with every fiber of his being. Donghyun may not have been the one but I'm sure you'll find him someday", Youngmin assured him. Woong looked back at him, surprised by his heartfelt words.

"Thanks, Min. I just wish that day was already here. I'm tired of missing Donghyun...", he admitted. He lowered his head when he felt the tears brimming in his eyes. He had promised himself not to cry today. Not when Donghyun could see him.

"I know just how you feel", Youngmin told him, making Woong look at him once again. The older man smiled and waved off at his questioning look, extending his hand instead. "Dance with me?"