ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ꜱᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇꜱ? [ ʟ.ᴍʜ + ʙ.ᴄ ]

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He didn't exactly tell anyone he was leaving to see his mother for a few days so ofcourse he was bombarded with worried texts and miss calls from his friends, especially Jisung and Woojin. As cheesy and childish as it sounds he was beyond heart broken, and facing the younger hurt more then anything, this wasn't just a silly crush. He's been inlove with Jisung for over 8 years, he's the only person he's ever had eyes for. But learning that person never had eyes for you and probably never will, he couldn't help but feel so rejected and broken.

Sometimes his judgement got a little clouded because of his emotions, like sometimes he feels like he should be angry at Felix, but he couldn't he really liked Felix plus he didn't have any reason too, he didn't do anything wrong or spiteful. He couldn't be mad at Jisung either. It was his fault for being so stuck in a dream.

Soulmates...what a joke.

He wanted to be happy for them, he really did. But getting over 8 years, no matter how old he was would take some time so he will most likely try to keep his distance from both boys just a for a while.

He was bit bitter about it, when it turned out that was surprisingly actually easier then expected. When he returned from his weekend crying in mothers lap and acting like 16 year older heartbroken teenager at that time at his parents house, he quickly found out Jisung did infact confess to Felix and they were now dating and practically now joined at the hip. Alway going out and doing 'couple' things, basically living in their own little world.

It had been 4 months since they started dating and Minho feels as though he's been on autopilot through out that time, he's pretty sure nobody has picked up on his behavior, except for Woojin but he know the older wouldn't pester him. He's been around them and the whole gang a few times now, and he hates it every time. He wants to feel happy for them so bad and move on but when they're around he just feels such a bitter swirl of emotion that he physical feels disgusted with himself. So he avoided group meet up with them as much as possible, not that it was hard, they were too busy with each other anyway.

Dancing Was more then just a major to Minho. It was everything. And it was Frankly all he had now and the only thing that could calm him down.

He'd often, as people like to say, dance out his emotions, and these days he tend to do more of it, staying late in the studio and even sometimes the empty Auditorium just because he liked feeling the stage. This was also a good excuse for people not to worry about him and ask where he was or ask why he was avoiding them which he honestly was but he didn't want to make it obvious.

He was in the auditorium today, trying his hand at a more contemporary style of dancing for today, as it was personally his favorite to really train yourself but also relax too and just let your body go. Which it he did, he doesn't know how long he's been dancing, his playlists filled with songs specific for this type of dance, he went on and on just letting the music move his body, he eyes fluttered closed through most of of it in tranquility, it a miracle he hadn't fallen off the stage.

The music highten and slowed signaling it's stop and so did Minho, his body automatically accommodating the end of the song with a finishing pose, hands and head towards the sky in a gracefully arch. But rather then the sound of only his labored breathing the bearly audible chatter of the outside world Minho ears immediately perked up at the rushed round of applause but it quickly stopped as he turned his head towards the audience of emtpy seats.

Even if the auditorium was big you'd think it was easy to spot a single person since it was empty but Minho was just believe about to think he was losing his marbles and imagined applause until he heard somebody nervous chuckle and step out from the dimly lit row of seats. "sorry." the boy said. He was dressed in all black accompanied with a beanie to match, his brown hair seemed to be quite curly under it. And he was holding a coffee cup.