"I know it's still hard for you, I'm sorry", Myungjun murmurs as slower notes fill the air, laughter quieting down. "I just- I needed this" "It's fine, hyung" It isn't. It hasn't been since that day. He should be grateful of what life still has granted him, but losing his greatest passion, his biggest happiness, has teared him apart and it's not going to stop any time soon, he just knows it. He has sworn to never step on a dance floor again, the mere thought making him throw up, cruel reality washing over him whenever he stops and takes a deep breath. Yet there he is, for Myungjun only, because disappointing him hurts just as much. Minhyuk doesn't want that.