ANGEL ☾ winwin one shots.

dance with me. [tenwin]

a/n: I'm in bed with my blanket on tryin to sleep and thinking of winwin when I realized I wAS SUPPOSED TO UPDATE TODAY— I'm so sorry it's like 11 p.m. here but here you go!!

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" isn't he the only male dancer in the ballet class ?"

" he's pretty weird, isn't he? I never see him talking to anyone ."

" I heard he's gay, maybe that's why his parents disowned him ."

sicheng sucks in a deep breath and exhales, fixing his bag strap and walks away, pretending as if he didn't hear anything, pretending it didn't hurt in the slightest. he takes a brief glance on his watch. it's almost two p.m., and he has a practice in thirty minutes. maybe he'll just get there earlier. it's not like he has anything else to do. after texting his housemate, jungwoo that he'd be home late, he's off to his way.

peeking his head into the practice room, he realizes no one was there yet, so he gets in and closes the door behind him. he tosses his rucksack onto the floor and a tiny smile leaves his lips. the room isn't anything extraordinary or big in size – but it feels like home more than his own house does.

sicheng reaches into his pocket and takes his ipod out. pressing the shuffle button on his dance playlist, he closes his eyes and lets the music controls his body. it's magic how he seems to drown in his own world the second the music hits play. it's refreshing how his mind seems to go blank every time the tunes linger in his eardrums.

his movements are smooth and soft yet sharp. just like how his teacher likes it, anyways. he has always been told he's like a black cloth – he can easily dance in any style he wants and he'll still ace it. dancing is like his second nature, along with walking and blinking.

he doesn't have to learn ballet, in all honesty. he's already perfect enough in chinese traditional dance and also doing a good work in modern dance, but it's different in a way. he wants to do ballet. unlike how his parents want him to take chinese traditional dance, and how his scholarship requires him to take modern dance, ballet is something he wants to be perfect at.

somehow, it's the only thing he wants to be decent at, but he just can't.

he trips over his own foot and yelps, falling to the floor in a split second. sicheng groans and shakes his head. he leans against the wall, turning the music off. as he shuts his eyes, his parents' voices run through his mind.

ballet is a waste of time.

why can't you just spend more time on modern dance? you're not doing good enough.

you need to set your priorities; ballet can't be one of them. 

he runs his hand through his hair, messing them on purpose. he hears the door clicks and opens, yet he refuses to care. it wasn't until he feels a soft hand on his face that he opens his eyes.

ten smiles at him. " I came here because I saw the lights on. why am I not surprised to see it's you ?"

" ten ," sicheng chokes out, and without any hesitation, he pulls his dance instructor into a hug. ten freezes for a split second before he returns it and runs his fingers through sicheng's hair. " I... I miss you ."

" I miss you too, buddy ." the thai chuckles.

ten works as a part-time dance instructor here and he's also a college student. he hasn't been able to come for the last two weeks because he had his finals, and god, you can't imagine how much sicheng misses him.

when everyone else is doubting him, ten has been nothing but supportive. when sicheng fails, he'd guide him step-by-step, and makes him feel better by his soothing words and beautiful smile. ten is like his calm in the chaos. he's grateful to have the older in his life.