Dance with Me
Title: Dance with Me
Pairing: Sehun/Luhan
Length: One Shot
Genre: Romance, Drama, Angst
Summary:
Dance with Me
I want to be your partner, can't you see?
The music is just starting,
Night is calling and I am falling
Dance with me...
- Dance with Me, Orleans (1974)
Dance with Me
It started with two left feet.
Normal people have one right foot and one left foot. Oh Sehun has one left foot and one left foot which makes two left feet. So no, Oh Sehun can't dance. Which got him wondering why here he was sandwiched between the car door and his sister in a cramped van with a gaggle of female relatives on their way to a dance studio. It was summer and it was hot which made his forehead sweat more.
"Sehunnie, don't frown so." His sister said amidst the noise of his cousins and aunts. Who knew so many can squeeze inside this old thing?
She leaned on to his side, patted his shoulder and placed her head on it. "Just treat this as your present for my wedding."
"I already got you one which set me back a few hundred. It's already in my closet, sitting comfortably in its expensive wrapper with an equally expensive silver ribbon the lady on the counter insisted on. So can I please go home now?" He asked hopefully.
"You're such a silly boy." She laughed softly. His older sister was the most precious thing in the world and she was going to get married in three weeks. He loved her and he's happy for her but this was too much.
"You know I don't dance."
"I know. But my only brother will do it for me, right?" She was getting teary-eyed again. His sister has been emotional since announcing her June nuptials. She says it’s because she's happy and in love. Sehun says it’s just because she's always been a sap. "Right?" she repeated when Sehun didn't answer. He grunted and maybe his sister took it as a yes, he was still unsure himself if it was, because she patted his straight light brown hair and sighed contentedly.
The studio was a medium sized affair. A large mirror covered one side of the rectangular room while the wall opposite it was covered with yellowing posters and framed photographs, faded dance charts and certificates. The shiny wooden floorboards were scarred from countless of dancing footsteps both experienced and not.
Sehun was pushed by a cousin (he doesn't know which 'cause they all look the same to him) towards the small reception table just inside the door where a blonde guy greeted him with a bright smile and asked for his name.
"Oh Sehun," he mumbled.
With slender fingers, the boy pushed a log book towards him and pointed to a column. "Okay. Just sign here and then please use the shelf on the side to put your things in."
He nodded in reply and bent down to scratch his initials on the page. Finished, he looked up to find the boy watching him with the same smile but something akin to laughter flickering in his brown eyes. Was he laughing at Sehun?
He straightened indignantly; pretty sure his suspicion was correct since the guy smiled wider when he threw him his death glare. "You're not exactly dressed for a dance rehearsal." He looked down at his starched white shirt tucked into plain brown slacks and polished black leather shoes. There was nothing wrong with his clothes. He frowned again and stiffly made his way to the shelf.
"Sehunnie, hurry! The lesson's about to start," his sister called a few steps away. There was a flurry of movement as his cousins and aunts, the whole lot of them, excitedly walked towards the center of the studio where a dark-skinned boy about his age was standing.
"Good afternoon ladies!" The guy looked at him."And gent. My name is Kim Jongin and for the next three weeks I will be your dance instructor."
Sehun could hear his cousins, even some aunts, twitter and giggle, obviously charmed by the instructor's friendly smile and sexy physique. "Handsome devil, isn't he?" his sister whispered beside him.
"You are getting married, young lady."
"Oh, poo. Just saying." She then stepped forward, waved her hand in the air and called out, "Yoohoo, Jongin-ssi! I'm the bride and this here is my brother who'll lead the first dance. Please take care of us."
"Of course." The boy bowed to them. The instructor straightened and clapped his hands to gather attention. "Okay. I want everyone to form lines of three..."
Sehun was pulled to the center of the first row and he asked himself why he was letting these small females push and pull him around. Where were his male cousins? "Where are Chanyeol and Baekhyun and Junmyeon and everybody? Why am I the only one here?" he asked his sister.
"Oh, they were invited but they said they already know some ballroom so it's all good." She answered.
"Are saying if I had told you I knew how to, I wouldn't have been dragged here?"
"Sehunnie, nobody would believe you," she said indulgently. Life was so unfair. He sighed and turned his attention to the boy, Jongin, standing in front.
"Okay. Now the waltz probably is the easiest dance for females since its slow and the male partner would mostly guide you through it. It's just a matter of learning the basic steps. And nothing can be more basic than the box step." He turned his back to them. "It's called box step for, well, obvious reasons because that's what we'll do, draw a box with our feet..."
Sehun watched as the boy stepped to the left and then to the right, another in front, another to the side and he wanted to scream bloody murder because his head hurts. That's basic?
He closed his eyes and groaned silently. They shot open though as he felt someone looking at him. He didn't know why he did but he cast a glance at the direction of the receptionist's table. It was empty. Frowning, he returned his gaze to the mirrored wall and that’s when he saw the reflection of a pair of laughing brown eyes trained on him from the back of the room. The skinny blonde was taller than he assumed but he was still a few inches shorter than Sehun. He was leaning against the wall, his hands crossed over his chest and there was a small smirk on his lips. For the love of... He really was laughing at him.
Sehun shot him another one of his glares and dismissed the boy's presence as he returned his attention to the instructor. He never knew just how much he'll be plagued by those same pair of almond eyes over and over again.
He might as well cut his feet off for all the good they bring him. His sister and cousins already graduated into the next dance by the third meeting while he was still stuck with the box step. It wasn't that Sehun was stupid; it was just that he was tall. The brain signals that were supposed to command his feet to move travels a ridiculously longer path from his brain to his soles than his smaller relatives. And maybe if he keeps repeating that to himself enough, he'd believe it, too.
"Sehunnie." His sister sat next to him on the floor during the first break. "I am quite worried." She placed her head on his shoulder just like she always does.
"With what?" He asked although he kind of already knows.
"You are not progressing and you know it."
"I already told you-"
"Hmmp. It's because you're not really trying." She patted his arm and Sehun knew, he knew she was up to something. "So I took it upon myself to enroll you in a one-on-one class so-"
"No."
"But you know you need it!"
"No."
"It will only be four times a week and-"
"No."
"You don't have to attend rehearsals with us anymo-"
"No."
"And it's for me." She ended.
"I hate you." But of course Sehun doesn't. His sister knew he couldn't refuse, not if it's for her. He sighed.
"Thank you." She mussed his hair and hugged him.
So that was why he ended up at the studio a quarter before seven that Friday evening, after all the scheduled classes there were done.
He supposed this wasn't so bad. For one, he gets to see little of his noisy and meddlesome cousins. And it was actually better to practice in the evenings because the air was cooler and the twenty minute walk was a lot more enjoyable compared to being squashed in a van.
All the lights were on when he got there, casting the dance studio with a soft orange glow. The room was empty but the CD player was on so he decided to just wait by the receptionist table. There was a half full bottle of soda, a pen and the familiar log book. He turned the book his way. He might as well fill it up while he was waiting. He opened it on the page marked by a ribbon and saw a slip of paper inside with the words Oh Sehun at 7.
He shuddered at the smiley face drawn inside the O and he guessed he should expect such things from the blonde receptionist. He was still staring at the thin, scratchy handwriting when he felt a tap on his shoulder. "Hello?"
He almost knocked the bottle over with surprise. He turned to see Mr. Smiley grin at him. And damn if those eyes weren't laughing at him again. "You're here." He saw the shorter boy's gaze travel from his face to his white cotton shirt, soft faded blue jeans and plain white snickers. "Much better."
He didn't know if he wanted to be offended by the appraisal or be relieved that he approved. And that thought was weird. "Where's Mr. Kim?"
"Mr. Kim?" The blonde boy laughed. "Jongin will have a field day with that." Then he laughed some more. Sehun waited for him to finish before asking again.
"He already went home. It's still early but since you're already here, let’s start." The boy turned to walk to the player and changed the music to a slow one.
"I'm sorry? Start what?"
"The dance lesson of course." He watched as the boy linked his hands together and stretched them upwards then proceeded to twist his body to the right, the left and stretched some more. Sehun got momentarily distracted by the sight of long slender limbs that made up the blonde boy. He shook his head and remembered his question. "You mean you're going to teach me?"
"Yes," came the short reply.
"You know how to dance?" He asked a little warily.
"Coming from you, that question sounded like an insult." Sehun knew it was probably his raised eyebrow that made the shorter boy say, "Oh Sehun, prepared to be amazed." He again walked to the player and suddenly a more frantic beat can be heard as smiley stood at the middle of the room. Quick piano chords laced with trumpets give way to soft, rhythmic oohs.
When marimba rhythm starts to play
Dance with me, make me sway
A series of quick side steps. A slow languid one with an even slower hip thrust. A hand wrapped across a flat stomach, the other bent as if in an embrace.
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me
Three graceful turns. A few forward steps, an increase in speed. A glide of hands against his waist. Another turn.
Other dancers maybe on the floor
Dear, but my eyes can see only you
He was but a few small steps away.
Only you have that magic technique
When we sway, I go weak
Then he was there, a short touch on his shoulder and he was gone only to return again closer than before.
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
A last roll of hips, a last caress of his feet on the floor. And then all Sehun could hear was the loud thumping of his heart as he felt the short puffs of breath from the shorter boy's lips caress his cheek. He felt his warmth through his shirt and the trickling of sweat against his back as if he was the one who danced when in reality he just stood there bewitched.
"Impressed?" The blonde boy whispered. All he could do was nod. Sehun was glad for the breathing space when the boy finally, finally, stepped back. "That's great! Let me welcome you in the tradition of Kim studio: Good evening gent! My name is Luhan and for the next two weeks I'll be your dance instructor.
Sehun moaned as Luhan's hand travelled up his leg. The small hand stopped just below the underside of his knee. "Here?"
"Yes." He moaned again as the hand squeezed. Sehun was sitting braced against the mirror while Luhan was kneeling near his front. "Ah." He said breathlessly.
He yelped when a cold patch was placed on the spot the hand was. "Tsk, I told you to do the stretch exercises before and after each practice. But did you listen? Of course not."
Luhan checked if the patch was properly in place before moving away and sitting cross-legged on the floor. "Better?"
"Yes, thank you." He said quietly as he leaned his head back. It was their third session and Sehun was proud because he not only learned, but he has also mastered, the box step. So much that he can do it in his sleep which he probably does considering the time and effort it took.
Smiley-faced Luhan has been a great help though, first by being patient and second for being patient. Sehun knew he was a bad student and he tends to scowl and frown and grumble most of the time because that was just the way he was. But Luhan was so smiley, for a lack of a better word, that it doesn't seem to matter.
After the first bout of nervousness and embarrassment that first class, Sehun had been able to relax enough to listen to Luhan give instructions and follow suit. It was quite difficult pulling himself together after the shorter boy's jaw-dropping demonstration. He could still remember the way he danced, the way his hands and feet moved in time with the music. He could remember the ecstasy in his eyes, the trail of moisture in his forehead and along his neck, the softness of his lips, the... Sehun blinked. He wasn't supposed to remember that.
Luhan raised a hand and began counting off with his fingers. "So tonight was the third, Wednesday will be the fourth, then Friday, then hmm, hmm..." He tilted his head and looked at the ceiling. "Last will be next Friday so... six classes to go and you'll be free of me. Well if that isn't great, I don't know what is." The blonde boy teased.
Only six more? "Can we make it every day until next Friday?" Sehun blurted out. Luhan looked surprised. He was surprised, too. What was he saying? "I mean... It's... I j-just want to be on my best at my sister's wedding." He ended with a shrug.
"Give me Sunday off and you've got a deal." Luhan smiled and Sehun felt relieved, of what he doesn't really know.
It's been three years since his father died and it was up to Sehun to take full rein of their accounting firm once he graduates from college by next semester. It was undeniably hard for an eighteen year old, barely out of high school, to come home to his mother and sister crying as they told him his father suffered from a heart attack and didn't make it.
He locked himself and cried all night for the father who had always been there for him. He didn't stop until there were no more tears to cry. It was a different Sehun who came out of his room the next day. He was a tougher version, one who promised himself that he would do anything to take care of those who were left behind. He stopped hanging out with his friends and instead concentrated on his studies. He stopped listening to his favorite bands, stopped humming along the radio on his way to school. He stopped laughing and instead focused on making his mother and sister feel happy and secure again. It has been years since the last time he did so Oh Sehun forgot how to smile.
But lately, the blonde boy dancing in front of him was making him remember. They were quite rusty from misuse but the fourteen muscles required to smile were getting their exercise. Just like right now when Luhan rolled his eyes at him after failing to follow his instruction since Sehun was too busy noticing how delicate the curve of his right ear was. "I'm beginning to think it's not your left feet that are the problem here." The shorter boy said with a hint of exasperation in his voice. "I think it's here." He tapped his forefinger on Sehun's forehead.
"I told you it's the distance from my brain to my toes. The signal tra-"
Luhan held up his hand and said, "Have mercy, Oh Sehun. Spare me." But then promptly laughed after. It was nice, his laughter, and Sehun smiled at the thought.
Seoul Dancesport Champion 2010 awarded to Lu Han and Meng Jia this fifth day of August, 2010. National Dancesport Champion 2009 awarded to Lu Han and Meng Jia, International Dancesport Festival Finalist 2009 awarded to Lu Han and Meng Jia. There were lots of them framed and posted on the studio wall, Certificates of Recognitions and awards for Lu Han and Meng Jia.
"What are you looking at?" Luhan asked from behind him and Sehun felt a little pinch in his chest as he realized how close smiley face was.
"Who is Meng Jia?"
Luhan stepped back and turned away. He began doing his stretches before he spoke. "She was my childhood friend. We grew up together in Beijing and we migrated here together as well almost seven years ago. She has always been my dance partner." Luhan bent down and touched the tip of his fingers to his feet. Sehun could sense his reluctance to continue with the story but when he straightened, Luhan proceeded. "We always joined whenever there was a dance sport competition. You should have seen us. We weren't always the champions but we won all the time."
"Where is she?"
"There was a car accident a year and a half ago. We were on our way to an invitational. There was a drunk driver on the loose and his car crashed into ours. I was in the hospital for five months and I thought I couldn't walk again. Jia... she died." Luhan's head was bowed as he spoke.
"I'm sorry."
"Thank you." The shorter boy was quiet for a few moments. He saw his shoulders lift as he took a deep breath and when he looked up he was smiley face again. "Well, let's start then."
Sehun stepped towards him but stopped as he remembered something. "The last award was in 2010. Was that why you never competed again? Because you lost your partner?" Somehow Luhan's answer was important to him.
He took a while but Luhan finally answered. "Partly, but it was mostly because my right leg is forever damaged. It isn't too obvious but it is a little twisted. You see me lose balance once in a while, right? I wouldn't be able to dance like I want to." Luhan smiled softly at him. "Why do you ask? Are you volunteering to be my partner?"
He wanted to answer yes. Even if Oh Sehun couldn't dance, he wanted to be Luhan's partner. He wanted it to be Oh Sehun and Lu Han on a framed certificate on a wall, on a photograph beside a bed. Oh Sehun and Lu Han.
It was a Sunday and they weren't supposed to meet but there he was knocking on Luhan's apartment door. Luhan was living a few blocks from the studio and the university he goes to during the semester. The door opened to show a beautifully sleep flushed boy. "Good morning."
He rubbed a hand on his eyes. "How did you get my address?"
"Jongin." He answered. It took some carefully worded excuses but he was able to convince Kim Jongin to give him the address. There was an amused glint in the boy's eyes though so he wasn't really sure if he believed Sehun but he gave the directions anyway.
"Okay." Luhan stepped back to let him in. Inside was a small kitchen connected to a living area with a short couch and a television by the window. A narrow door to the right probably opened to a bedroom. There were dozens and dozens of posters on the walls. Couples in different dance forms and poses. "So are you ready to tell me what you are doing here?"
"I know it's our agreed day off but I want to take you somewhere. So can you fix yourself, hurry up and come with me?" It wasn't the best of invitations but Sehun was so nervous it was a miracle his secret lisp didn't show.
"Okay." And Sehun saw those eyes laughing at him again but it was alright since smiley face said yes.
They arrived in front of a small gray building; the only things breaking the dreariness of its facade were the two cheerful little windows on either side of the wide doors and the signage that read Community Hall. Luhan threw him a curious look but he ignored it. Instead, he held on to his arm and dragged him inside. There were plastic chairs lining the walls of the room, some colorful balloons hanging on each corner and a long banner which read Welcome to the Annual Community Dancesport 2012 posted on a wall.
Sehun looked around and they were probably the youngest of the twenty or so people in the area. Most of the couples were way beyond the retiring age; some looked like they just got into the senior citizen club. "What exactly are we doing here?" Luhan asked, a confused frown marring his smooth brows.
"We're here to join the dance contest." He answered simply.
"Why?"
"Because one, the people who participate here are way older than us and have more wobbly knees so your leg injury wouldn't really matter. No, don't think that this is cheating because I read the mechanics and there was no age limit or in this case, minimum. And more importantly, you have me as your handicap. You should actually be scared of losing and not of winning." Sehun explained and crossed his fingers behind his back.
"Why?" Luhan asked again.
"I just explained it. Oh, okay. I said because one-"
"No. I asked why you are doing this." The shorter boy looked into his eyes and Sehun felt he already saw what there was to see.
"Because you asked me the other night if I wanted to volunteer as your partner but I wasn't able to answer." He took a deep breath and plunged ahead because he was already in deep, so why the heck not? "I'm doing this because I wanted to say yes."
Luhan was so quiet that Sehun became worried but he felt relieved when he saw his smile return. "Okay. Let's win that trophy then."
They didn't win the trophy, Sehun turned out to be more handicap than he thought he was, but they did get the certificate for second place. And Sehun couldn't control the smile on his lips when he read the contents on the paper. "You smiled." Luhan peered at him through his long eyelashes. "You never smile. You should do it more often."
"Okay." He said. He could try.
It was almost sunset when Luhan invited him to the studio after they drank bubble tea in a cafe near the hall. "I'm too energized to go home. Let's do some more dancing.” Smiley face turned on all the lights as they got there and inserted a disc to the player. The mellow sound of guitar strings filled the room. "As a thank you for today, I'll give you a free pass. You can dance any dance you want. Free form, any. Just move. This is my favorite song by the way. Come on." The blonde boy started to sway his hips and Sehun was lost.
Dance with me, I want to be your partner can't you see?
Luhan twirled, his hands spread wide. He looked happy dancing. It wasn't rumba nor was it cha-cha or that fox something that Luhan failed to teach him. It was...
The music is just starting, night is calling and I am falling
Dance with me
And he was. Falling. Fallen.
Let it lift you off the ground, starry eyes and love is all around us
I can take you were you want to go…
Sehun stepped closer, closer until he was there to catch Luhan as he turned around. His hands were on the shorter one’s waist and shoulder as if they truly belonged there.
Dance with me, Dance with me
Neither of them heard the song end. Sehun touched his lips to Luhan's brow, over his closed eyes, the tip of his nose. His mouth traveled in awe to his cheek. A tilt of the head and he was on his lips. Lu Han stiffened and stepped back, his eyes wide and scared. It was painful but Sehun let go. "I'm sorry." He said as he turned away.
"No. I-" The blonde boy held on to his arm and turned his face back to him. Suddenly his mouth was there opening over Sehun's and for the second time that night he was lost.
Their arms went around each other. Sehun's hands were both frantic and calm as they traced the other's spine and Luhan molded himself against him. The kiss that started out slow became faster, deeper, more urgent.
Soon there was no distance between them, no clothes to separate skin from skin.
"Luhan," Sehun whispered against his shoulder then touched his lips there. The wooden floor was cold and hard but it was eclipsed by the heat of their bodies. His hand travelled from the shorter boy's neck down to his chest, to his flat stomach where he traced his name with a finger before drifting lower. He heard Luhan moan his name as he reached his length. He let out a moan in return as the other's hand closed around him.
"I don't know... I'm not too sure..." He whispered brokenly, heady with the new sensations wracking his body. "I haven't-"
"Let's just..." Luhan's voice was as just as thready as his. Before long they forgot about their insecurities, about first times and inexperience. It became a dance lesson, both of them in turns became a teacher and a student. Their hands and hips moved in time with their harsh breaths, their own music. When it was too much to bear, Sehun cried out Luhan's name and gave himself to him with just as much intensity as Luhan gave him his.
"I love you," he gasped against the other's neck because it was the perfect moment and because it was what he felt. "I love you."
"At this rate, waltz will be the only dance you've learned from these two weeks of practice." Luhan whispered to his ear as Sehun kissed his jaw and pushed him tighter to the studio wall. "Your sister would be disappointed."
"She just required me to dance the first dance which happens to be a waltz. So it's alright." He cupped Luhan's cheek. "Do you want me to stop?"
"Well-" Smiley face shrugged.
"I thought so." He said, leaning down again for a kiss.
"My wedding's in five days. Five days! Can you believe it?" His sister clasped her hands together and squealed. Sehun felt his lips twitch at the pretty picture she made. She was glowing with happiness and he couldn't be more content.
"How can I possibly forget when you tell me every day?" That earned him a pinch to his cheeks.
"You silly boy. By the way, how're your rehearsals going?"
Great, he thought. I get to see Luhan everyday and hold him close to me. There was little dancing accomplished since Sunday though. "It's fine."
"Oh Sehun, did I just-? Was that a smile?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." He tried to school his features into a blank mask but obviously it didn't work since his sister held on to his shoulders and shook him.
"Tell me. What has got my eternally grumpy brother smiling like an idiot at the mention of rehearsals? Are you sure you're okay?" She asked in mock worry.
He shrugged her hands off. "There is nothing. I just find it nice."
His sister's eyes widened. "Nice? Nice? Dancing is nice coming from Oh Sehun's lips. I never-"
Sehun chucked her chin for her impertinence. "Brat."
He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and was pleasantly surprised to see Luhan's number flashing on the screen. He never called him before. "Hello?"
"Is this Sehun?" A deeper voice than Luhan's asked from the other line.
"Yes. Kim Jongin?" Why was the instructor calling him?
"I need you to come with me. Luhan is... he's in the hospital."
He felt cold. "What do you mean?"
"He collapsed earlier. It wasn't one of his usual ones. I'll explain everything later, just come okay?" Jongin hung up after quickly giving him directions to the hospital Luhan was in. What did he mean usual ones?
"I have to go." He glanced at his sister who looked worried. "I have to go."
He was standing outside Luhan's hospital room and he could feel the cold metal of the doorknob but he was numb to everything else.
It started three months ago with neck pains. It was more than half a year since he was discharged from the hospital so we never thought it has anything to do with the accident.
There were episodes where he blacks out but it only lasts for less than a minute…
…doctor said it was normal but after it happened more frequently…
They didn't want to operate, it was too dangerous…
Loss of balance, headaches, sometimes there's depression…
It progressed... they're giving him a week or two, a month left at most…
Sehun tried to block Jongin's words because maybe by then he could concentrate on opening the door. With a breath that lodged in his throat, he turned the knob and entered. The room was dim. The curtains were closed blocking the afternoon sunlight. Only the bedside lamp was on, helping him see Luhan on the bed, looking small and fragile. "Sehun?" Smiley face said as he opened his eyes.
"You lied to me." And he could feel his control slipping away just like that. The numbness was beginning to fade and he was afraid.
"I'm sorry." Luhan answered in a small voice.
"It was never your leg was it?" He asked even though he knew the answer. "You lied."
"I'm sorry."
"I was fine. But you just had to laugh at me with those eyes and made me want to laugh with you."
"I'm sorry."
Sehun's chest hurt from the tears in Luhan's eyes. He never wanted to see him cry but he couldn't stop because, you see, Luhan was making him cry, too. "I was content with myself. I didn't want to dance, damnit." The pain was tearing him apart. "Now tell me, How do I go on? How?"
"I'm sorry." Luhan wept brokenly.
"You already carved yourself here." Sehun pointed at his chest. "These scars are for life. You've changed me. You've changed me so much...“ A tear fell. “So how do I go back to the me before you?”
"I'm so sorry."
He turned and walked to the door. "I don't want this. I can't do this."
Without a backward glance, he left.
It was near midnight when he quietly slipped into Luhan's room. He sat on the chair by his bedside and gently held his hand in both of his while smiley face slept.
He bowed down his head and kissed Luhan's hand. Again and again he whispered, "I love you."
When he felt he already marked him with his love, he chanted, "We can do this." Because maybe if he repeated it enough to himself, he'd believe it, too.
"How was the wedding?" Luhan asked faintly while sitting on the hospital bed. Sehun went there straight from the reception. He was still wearing his tux, which made him look handsome and sexy, if he may say so himself, and his hair was slicked back to reveal his cute widow's peak.
"You should have seen me. I was the star of the reception ball." He boasted as he walked closer to the bed to greet Luhan with a kiss. Even with the lack of practice because he was always with Luhan for the past four days, he liked to believe he did his instructor proud. "My sister wanted to cry.”
"Impressive." The shorter boy said with a smile and a pat on his cheek. "Show me then."
"Are you kidding?" He asked dryly. "First, I don't have a partner and second, there's no music."
"First, I'm here. And second, you can sing."
Sehun was surprised by Luhan's answer. "You can't even stand up properly now, you'll just cramp my style." He joked to ease the tightening of his chest. "And if there's anything I'm worse at than dancing, it's singing." He laughed but it sounded hollow to his ears.
"Please? For the last ti-"
"It's not the last time, okay?" Sehun interrupted. It's not.
"Help me up, then." He couldn't believe he was letting Luhan do this. The boy was already weak, he could barely hold himself up. But he couldn't resist his pleading look so after taking off his tuxedo jacket, he gathered Luhan against him, put his frail arms around his shoulders and placed Luhan’s feet on top of his.
Smiley face leaned his head against Sehun's chest, against his heart. "We can start now. Sing a happy song."
He didn't know any happy song. Except maybe for that one. He cleared his throat and started to sing, aware that he sounded hoarse, broken and out of tune. "Dance with me... I w-want to... be your partner... Can't you see?"
He started to sway on his feet just a little so Luhan won't get hurt. It was a few bars into the song when his boyfriend whispered. "It's supposed to be happy. Why do you sound like you're being tortured?" he teased.
"Shut up, just dance," Sehun answered. He tried to sing with a clearer voice this time. "I can take you... where you want to go... ooh." He almost faltered completely when he felt dampness in his shirt just below his collarbone. He kissed the top of Luhan's head.
Let it lift you off the ground, starry eyes and love is all around us
I can take you where you want to go..
The studio was a medium sized affair. A large mirror covered one side of the rectangular room while the wall opposite it was covered with yellowing posters and framed photographs, faded dance charts and certificates. A red framed one stood out from the others though because it was fairly new. Annual Community Dancesport 2012. Second Place Recognition awarded to Oh Sehun and Lu Han.
AN: I hoped you found it good.
Second, I wished you listened to the song Dance with Me first before reading
so you could’ve felt the emotions better (?) or not.. lol
Yeah, Luhan has poor taste in music…
Thanks for reading guys!