Best of You [ChanCheol] ✔

15

Their practice goes smoothly. Leedo, Ungjae, Hyunjin and him took turns standing in front to assess the dance and point out anything they needed to go over again. They did it verse by verse until the chorus when Leedo called an end to the two hour practice. He had another appointment he needed to get to.

"Good work, guys," Leedo cheers. "Tomorrow again, right?"

"Tomorrow," Hyunjin confirms.

Chan nods and makes his way to the other side of the room. He grabs his bag and extends a hand out to Seungcheol who shopped up in the first half an hour of their practice who insisted they continue while he took a seat among the bags. He pulls him to his feet and is handed his jacket which he tugs on and they make their way out.

"So, what did you think?" Chan queries. When he caught Seungcheol's gaze between each verse, Seungcheol would be watching intently; it felt like they were being pre-examined which nobody had a problem with. It helped with their preparation which led Hyunjin to ask if he could invite his boyfriend tomorrow and Ungjae doing the same. Leedo confirmed it, saying he would invite his friends the day after. Adding two with each practice. Seungcheol purses his lips in thought.

"It was really good," he replies after a moment. He looks over and his lips quirk up. "You guys are getting better at it."

"How would you know if we've changed from our first practice?" Chan queries, smiling. It was a genuine question, but at the same time, he was trying to catch Seungcheol out. However, he fails. He already knows before Seungcheol replies albeit impressively (but you didn't hear that from Chan.)

"Please," he says. "You guys grinned halfway through and even more so at the end. You looked so pleased with yourselves," he states. The way he says it has Chan second guessing himself. Were they too proud? He suddenly felt like he should try and suppress it. He has no idea why, but the thought is in his mind before he can stop it. He's nudged gently in the side causing him to look up in alarm, just in time to catch the soft look in Seungcheol's eyes.

"I think you guys have every right to be proud," he states firmly.

"You mean that?" He asks, just wanting extra confirmation. Though with the way Seungcheol smiles right now, he has no reason to doubt how sure he really was.

"I really do," he replies, falling a step behind as they walk into a coffee shop. Seungcheol chooses the seat while Chan orders. He slides into the booth seat beside Seungcheol and offers a small smile.

"They'll bring our orders in five minutes."

"Okay, awesome." There's a pause. His gaze is elsewhere which makes Chan wonder. About Seungcheol, that is. Someone as sweet and soft as him being so secretive; of course he understood. He just wished he could understand more than he already does. It was like they could have a conversation about Seungcheol and Chan would go home with only two facts. He said what he needed to say; nothing more and nothing less. He knew him, but he didn't.

"You know where we should go next time," Seungcheol says suddenly, effectively pulling Chan out of his thoughts. "An amusement park."

"You want to go to an amusement park?"

"Don't you?"

He pauses. In all honesty, he did. He's always wanted to go to an amusement park, but up until now, he still hasn't been. Which he never questioned. He just accepted it as is and went on with everything around him. So the idea was more than just a bit tempting. He nods his head once.

"I do," he admits aloud. Seungcheol is already smiling before he's finished his sentence.

"So, how about after practice two days from now, we make a trip to go there?" He suggests. There's a sparkle in his eye as he speaks about this, like he absolutely needs to go. But why? Why is he trying to rush it, is all that Chan could think about. Just the other day, he promised he wasn't going anywhere; that he would stick around for a long time. Yet here he was, making suggestions which contradicted those very thoughts. Despite these thoughts, Chan doesn't dare say no. He wouldn't. Not even if they existed elsewhere, in other circumstances.

"Sounds like a great idea."

Their number is called, cutting their conversation off. Chan collects it and they leave together quietly, walking to the bus stop.

"What do you want to do exactly?" Seungcheol asks before he takes a sip of his drink. "Like, career wise," he adds after so that Chan doesn't misunderstand. For which he is grateful; he wasn't sure what the question was asking.

"I want to become a famous dancer," he replies smoothly. "Or a dance instructor. Maybe be part of a group. Make history, you know?"

Seungcheol's lips quirk. "Make history?"

Unphased, Chan explains further. "I want to be remembered. Have my name be said so that people respond with 'oh, yes, him. He was really cool'. Like Michael Jackson, you know? His music is still loved to this day; his dance moves are remembered." He doesn't know why he's still speaking, but he is. The words are just spewing out of him. Maybe because it's Seungcheol or maybe because he's never told anyone this. "I want people to remember me long after I've died and I want to have made it into the hearts of people. For them to consider what I did worth remembering." He pauses, glancing at Seungcheol before continuing. "So yes, I want to make history. To mean something to the world."

They're silent after that, coming to a stop near a group of people. The next bus will be around soon which means Chan has to call a cab soon. Jihoon and him were going out tonight. Just the two of them for the first time in a long time. His heartbeat is heavy in his chest; Seungcheol still hasn't said anything. Not even when the bus pulls up. Not even when he climbs on. Making him wonder if saying all of that had been a mistake.

He doesn't move. His eyes follow Seungcheol as he finds his seat and Chan is about to turn around and head somewhere else to call a cab when the bus window is opened.

"I think you'll achieve that dream," Seungcheol says abruptly and when Chan looks, there's this bright smile across his face. "You're going to make history, Lee Chan. I promise you that." With a final wave, the window shuts right as the final passenger gets on and the bus drives off.

And Chan stands unmoving on the sidewalk. Absolutely speechless.