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The chilly cold wind enters the window, enveloping the warm dimly-lit bedroom, as white snow gracefully falls, piling up on the road and driveway outside of the resident's two-story house.
It's winter break which means Jisung has weeks off from the hellish university that shall not be named, because he plans on setting the buildings on fire as soon as he graduates for obvious reasons.
"You didn't even attend my rap battle, why should I bother going to your stupid silly little dance class?" Jisung cocks his head, raising an eyebrow, while looking at the mirror, holding a phone in his ear. His words become slightly slurry as he vigorously brushes his white teeth. Foam forms inside, some escaping onto his light pink lips, but the caller will understand somehow.
"Come on! I told you I was there!" His friend, Felix, defends himself. "I didn't see you, not even your shadow, you dimwit." Jisung spits the bubbly foam on the sink. "I was there with the crowd! I just hid ‘cause you're really.. embarrassing.."
"What the hell?! You're my friend! You didn't even support me?!" Jisung angrily stomps his fuzzy quokka slippers on the hard floor tiles like a child being told not to eat tooth-aching sweets.
"I'm sorry, okay? Can you blame me? I was scared of the three buff gym rats, a.k.a. the campus jocks, and you suck at rhyming!" Felix cries out as if he can recall every single detail about the monstrosity of a campus scandal. Jisung decided to act like that was just a fever dream. It appears to be one, especially since college students must know better than picking up unnecessary fights (rap battles in this case) with random people and shouldn't be behaving like they're filming a cliche repetitive high school musical movie.
"Ugh! Whatever! You're a fake friend, Lix.." Jisung's pink lips form into an upset frown, feeling down, as he exits the bathroom.
"I'm sorry, Han-ah.. I'll make it up to you, I promise! I think I can at least fight one of them, now that I've started going to the gym." Jisung's round eyes beam. "Shut up! Because of that muscle man?"
"What are you talking about? I'm doing it for me and my skinny toothpick-like limbs!" Felix quickly denies, but Jisung is skeptical. He refuses to be fooled by his other half. "Just ‘cause he flashed that annoying smile to you?!"
"I don't know what you're on about! Drop it!" Jisung can imagine Felix shaking his head like that would ever convince him. "Just.. Just accompany me, please?" He can't see Felix, but he knows he's doing those disgusting puppy eyes.
"Why do you need me there?" Jisung queries. "I don't know anyone, it'll be awkward!" Felix replies, making Jisung roll his eyes.
"Why did you change dance studios anyway? You got along with your old team. I don't understand why you'd suddenly transfer to another." Jisung furrows his eyebrows in confusion.
"It's.. person.. It's personal!" Felix' voice almost cracks. He sounds off. "What? Personal? Since when did you keep secrets from me?" Jisung looks offended, he is, cocking his head and placing a hand on his chest.
"I'll tell you once you come with me!" Felix prompts. "I will not. I'm rotting in bed." He rejects him, falling on the soft white bed, a comforter full of wrinkles.
"Whatever. I'm coming over."
Jisung finds himself being dragged by the persistent and annoyingly cheerful Felix outside the comfort of his home to ride on a bus.
"I'm not dancing." Jisung murmurs with furrowed eyebrows, pout apparent.
"You don't have to." Felix snickers, opening the studio's door, a handful of people stretching or chatting come into view.
The two friends remove their thick coats, hanging them up on the hooks attached to the wall.
"You're kidding. I'd look pathetic sitting alone." Jisung whispers, squinting his eyes while looking at Felix, who replies, "No one will care I swear," gently tapping his arm.
"I'd look like a mother attending her kid's party at school." Gripping and shaking Felix's arm, Jisung scrunches his face in disagreement.
"Good morning, everyone! Let's all stand up now to warm up." The dance instructor flashes a bright smile. His eyes darted to Jisung's side.
"Oh! Yongbok's here! We have a new member, everyone! Come up here, Yongbok-ah!" The man's smile widens, signaling his hand for Felix to come over, who slightly winces at the name, whispering to Jisung, "Don't force yourself to dance. I'll just be here," tapping his back before walking towards the front of the huge mirror taking over the walls.
As his friend bows as a sign of greeting, the door near Jisung opens, almost hitting him square in the face. An unfamiliar man enters the room, eyes wide as he sees Jisung. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
The stranger's eyes sparkle, a deep shade of brown. His nose is tall, black hair and light pink lips seemingly soft, and his face structure is both intimidating and mesmerizing. Jisung's gaze shifts to the man's clothes: black loose sleeveless shirt tucked in a pair of blue denim jeans, his biceps evident.
Jisung's heart starts to hammer in his chest as he unconsciously stares. His trance is cut off by the man asking, "Are you okay?"
After nervously licking his bottom lip, Jisung answers, "Uh.. Yeah, I'm sorry.." As embarrassment rises in his throat, he mentally wishes to disappear and just be gone from the world. How can he ogle at someone he doesn't even know?
"Are you sure?" In contrast to his sharp features, the man's eyes look at him with concern, voice laced with gentleness.
"Yeah.." Jisung manages to nod at least, even if he's feeling ashamed and nervous with the man's overpowering presence. He appears to be oddly bewitched as he can't tear away his eyes on the unidentified man, who is radiating immense attractiveness. The longer he stares, the quicker his heart beats.
"Alright," he sits on the conveniently placed couch, manspreading, and Jisung can tell he has strong thighs from the way the fabric hugs his silhouette. "Are you dancing or?" He queries, tilting his head.
"Uh.. Are you?" Jisung throws a question too, belatedly realizing how bizarre it can sound. "Not today." The mysterious guy shifts his eyes to the people stretching.
"Are you just gonna stand there?" The man asks, looking back at him, and Jisung only notices how long he has been staring. "Oh! Well—" Jisung's so awkward, he wants to erase his existence from the universe.
"You can sit beside me." The majestic man says with a neutral tone. Jisung nods, wide eyes and mouth a little ajar, slowly sitting down beside him, providing space between the two of them. Perhaps more distance than necessary because Jisung's side is pressed against the arm of the couch.
"Why are you so far away?" And when Jisung tells you, this man lets out such an attractive chuckle like a siren luring him, making his insides tingle. "Uh.. I.. I didn't want to be too close? Or make you uncomfortable.." Jisung replies in a low shy tone.
"You can relax. I really don't mind." The way the handsome guy’s hazelnut orbs lit up, showing pearly white teeth with his addictive smile, quickens Jisung's pulse, releasing big butterflies inside his stomach.
"Minho, you?" He introduces himself.
"Han! Han.. Jisung.." Jisung darts his eyes toward the dancers, avoiding Minho's gaze, because he can't.. he can't hold eye contact with him for too long, feeling like he's close to melting like snow.
"Pretty." Minho murmurs, Jisung almost didn't hear it, but he did.. thankfully?
"Huh?" Jisung snaps his eyes back to Minho, who is observing the dance practice.
"Your name's pretty." Minho answers, making Jisung swallow dryly. "Suits you." Ladies and gentlemen, non-binarys and everything in between, Jisung's head starts to spin, and as crazy as he is, he hears imaginary wedding bells ring, because.
Jisung may or may not just attend every single one of these genius (let's pretend he didn't say stupid silly earlier) dance classes to show support to his almighty friend, Felix—and definitely not because of Minho, who's an absolute stranger he fancies.