rainbow boy - minsung

i don't dance

this chapter is also based on a song as boy in the bubble was, i suggest giving it a listen while reading!!

the song is called "i don't dance" by lee brice.

enjoy this cute little chapter ❤️
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a small boy stood unpacking the lights and stringing them . he stood in a light pink hoodie that smelt of berries and hugs as he would describe.

"thanks, ji~" he smiled warmly.
"i think i'll be warm enough tonight."

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the decorating was complete. our tiny tree was covered in bright lights, the stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that saint nick and this and that and so yea. i sat down on the love seat and laid back with a sigh. my eyes shutting to listen to the sound of white christmas playing on the radio. the holidays were finally here.

i opened my eyes again and saw minho dancing with a teddy bear decoration. he was a child now wasn't he. although i was the youngest here , he was the younger soul. he moved slowly to the song as if him and the white bear with the red bow were dating. made me feel a bit fuzzy again. i watched him in adoration for a moment and smiled. he was so pretty when he danced. you could easily fall into a daze just thinking about the art he was preforming . i was a bit saddened when he gently placed the bear back on its spot on the couch. he was still pretty when he wasn't dancing but it was cute how he got distracted.

i stood up slowly , not to let him know i saw him. i walked to the couch and lightly grabbed the hand of my sweater ironically that covered his palm. it was pretty awkward for a moment.

i slowly slid the sleeve up to his wrist so i could hold his hand. my fingers matched well between his... almost perfectly. i did the same to his other hand. my palms pressed to his and we just look at each other. i smiled at his eyes. they had the same sparkle that had that one day we walked home from school. or the day he cried after coming out.

"c-can we dance..?" i hesitated to ask. minho looked embarrassed. "o-oh. jisung i- i dont dance-"

"let me show you." i cut him off. "please."

minho sighed for a minute but looked back to me with a smile. "alright, ji." his voice was soft a sincere. i let his hands slide out of my grip. but where to position them next.

i held his hands between two of my fingers and picked them up to over my shoulder. "just rest them here." his fingers held his hands together. a light press against the back of my neck sent me chills as if i was scared. and i kind of was.

"and i'll just-" i hesitated to place my hands around his waist. was that even right to think? "uh. ill just.." minho caught on. he giggled and grabbed my hands. "why don't you put your hands on my neck instead." he placed my hands around his shoulders and moved us closer to each other. our faces only a couple inches away.

minho's grip met my waist. his hands bringing my body even closer as he held around my hips. "there. now. how do we dance?" he asked softly again.

"just slowly. take small steps side to side and maybe move in a circle if you want." i took the first few steps . moving us slowly as one.

"this is nice. no girl has ever danced with me before." minho stated. he seemed to be saddened at that thought, but it came quick to my attention to stop it before he was too upset. i lifted my hand to his hair and brushed my fingers through his soft strands.

minho couldn't help but smile. he tilted his face against my palm and smiled even brighter. he was so pretty. but his eyes. i wanted to see his eyes shine again. i missed them. "you know jisung... you've pretty much been my first everything."

"how so..?" i asked. his eyes came back to me. finally. they sparkled still. his hands shifted a bit to readjust his grip as his fingers were slipping beforehand. it made me blush.

"well..." he began, our movements completed its first circle now. white christmas had ended and the christmas song had begun. it was one of my favorites. the old 50s classics along with slow dancing in a rusty cabin made me think we were elders.

i let minho continue. "you were my first boy crush, my first dance, and actually my first kiss." kiss. that word. i had kissed him earlier before and completely forgot. but the taste his lips left easily came back to me. it was a warm, vanilla, taste. so sweet. i wanted to do it again.

"i'm sorry i had to take all that from you..." i felt guilty. with all the love and adoration minho had received for years, surly i wasn't his first kiss.

"jisung are you kidding ...?! i'm completely ok with that." did he really mean that? was he actually ok with me taking such big "firsts" from his life?

but minho made his move next.

our foreheads were softly placed together, his leaning on mine. we both looked down as we couldn't see each other's gaze anymore. i saw minhos arms around my waist. i got all blushed up again.

"jisung as much as we'll never happen, i'm thankful for what you do to make me feel happy like this. i know you'd do the same to emma. she's just so sweet." i for some reason didn't want to think about emma... well, i wanted to but. the thought just wouldn't stick there. i was too in the moment.

i let my eyes close. i could feel my body become heavy. w-was i tired?

"but hey..." minho spoke again. he moved us again. it was back. as if i predicted it. i could again taste sweet vanilla sugar on my lips. but it lasted longer and wasn't as forced . just soft and simple. i didn't want to end it.

"thank you."