"Do you dance?" His jet black hair, slicked back revealing his forehead with the slight drops of sweat lingering there made Jisung loose his sense. "I-I.." He stuttered. "I've never been taught.. Your style.." He looked down blushing. Taking a grip of his waist, Minho grinned "Let me show you baby" +. - +. - +.-+.- The summer of 1963 and in which Jisung goes on his annual family vacation only to find himself caught up in the good for nothing gang. But oh how bad he loved dancing with him.