Clairvoyant ∞ SOONHOON

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"Is Soonyoung here?" Jihoon asked Hyerim.

"Soonyoung? Oh, right, yes. He's practicing. You're Jihoon, right?" She asked.

"Yes. Can I see him?"

Hyerim chuckled. "Of course you can. I'm sure Soonyoung would want to see you too," she replied happily. "You can use that door, it'll lead you downstairs," she added, then pointed at the door which was on her right.

Jihoon nodded, and smiled. He went straight to the door, then opened it silently. And right away, he heard a loud music booming from downstairs.

Then he went down, and closed the door again to keep the noise from the store as it might disturb the customers.

When he was already at the foot of the stairs, he peeked and saw Soonyoung dancing with sweat wetting his face, hair and shirt. It was a good thing that he brought some extra clothes for him.

He stayed there, admiring how beautiful and ethereal he is. He had always looked good no matter what he does or wears, but dancing Soonyoung will always hit Jihoon in a whole different way.

Jihoon had only seen him dance thrice, first was when he ruined his stage, second was in his dream and this was the third. But even if it takes Jihoon a million times more, Jihoon will never not get impressed and amazed by his fluidity and sharpness in dancing. He will always and always be blown away.

And when the song was finished and Soonyoung wrapped up his dance, Jihoon stepped out. Soonyoung seemed to have noticed the movement so he looked at it, then his eyes turned round upon seeing Jihoon.

"Ji," he said, then he gulped. "What're you doing here?"

"I came here to. . . take you back home," Jihoon answered then he smiled. "And I came because I owe you a song."

"What?" Soonyoung asked.

"Come home, Soon," Jihoon whispered then ducked his head, "it feels empty and lonely without you."

"Didn't Jisoo hyung and Seokmin come?" Soonyoung asked as he wiped his sweat with his hand.

Jihoon drew closer to him, then took out a towel from the small bag he has on his back. "They were there," he answered, then he wiped Soonyoung's sweat with the towel in his hand. "Are you mad at me?"

"N-No. . . why would I be mad at you?" Soonyoung asked, his voice shaking.

Jihoon shrugged. "You went out early," he said, his voice sounded low and gloomy.

"No. I'm not mad at you, bub," Soonyoung assured and smiled at him. "I'm sorry."

Jihoon nodded. "Is it okay for you to dance again? You just got healed, Soon."

"Don't worry, I'm more careful now," he said. "Why are you bringing a bag with you though?"

"I brought you clothes," Jihoon said with a huge smile.

Soonyoung chuckled, and nodded. "Thank you."

Jihoon smiled. "You really should go get a guy who's supportive," he said, scrunching his nose. "Get me."

Soonyoung grinned. "You're adorable," he said.

"Finish your practice now, change your shirt, and then we'll go back to the theater," he said, and smiled. "We had a deal. And because you danced today, I owe you a song."

Soonyoung's eyes glimmered, then his face suddenly lit up that there wasn't a hint of weariness anymore. "Really?!"

Jihoon nodded. "Yes. Now dress up, cub," he said then took the straps from his shoulders, and passed it to Soonyoung.