THE REST OF the day was a complete drag.

Jaemin finally managed to finish his Spanish homework about forty-five minutes after his conversation with Jisung. After putting his books and folders back in his backpack, he eagerly laid on his bed, stretching his arms so high that he thought they'd touch the ceiling. He only stopped stretching once he heard three satisfying pops come from his back.

The brunette was happy to finally get to unwind after a long day.

Or, at least he thought he was going to until his obnoxious siblings decided to start banging and screaming outside his bedroom door. Jaemin rolled his eyes and pushed himself out of bed and swung the door open.

"What?" He asked, annoyed.

His siblings looked up at him with mischievous eyes before pushing past the brunette and rushing into his room. "What do you think you're doing?" Jaemin questioned, and watched as the shuffled around, grabbing anything they could find. As any little child with tons of energy to waste would do, his brother, Joonie quickly crawled on top of his bed and started jumping and bouncing on it, squealing in joy.

Unlike her brother, Jia kept searching to find something in the older's room.

It's not like Jaemin had much in his room that could interest her. It wasn't filled with toys like she was hoping for. Instead it was filled with plants (Jaemin guesses about seven of them, two hanging from the ceiling, three tiny succulents and two large ones in two corners of his room. What? The boy loves plants) and clothes—that of which he had so many of, he had to buy a completely separate clothing rack because his items couldn't fit in his closet. Jaemin isn't ashamed of it. In fact, he's quite proud.

"We're bored, Nana!" Joonie exclaimed.

Jaemin chuckled. "Join the club." He said before going into the middle of his floor with his legs crossed. "Go get some games. We'll play together." He suggested, and his siblings smiled before running out.

Although his siblings annoy him often times, every sibling does that. He tries his best to be their best friend. They're little, and their parents are nearly always gone. He knows that they crave attention and stimulation. He is their older brother after all. He wants to be a big part of their childhood.

The kids come running back with cards and board games, and they spend the rest of the time playing until dinner, laughing the hours away.

It's now seven in the evening and Jaemin has finally managed to get out the front door, making his way towards the studio in his high school.

The sun is slowly starting to set. Dark purples, oranges and dusty pinks litter around the sky with dainty clouds adorning it. It looks like a painting, in Jaemin's opinion and he can't help but pull out his phone to take a shot. When he looks at it, he sighs in disappointment.

Phones can never capture the real beauty of a moment. He thinks.

As he's nearing close to his school, he notices a familiar BMW parked in the parking lot. Clamorous music blares from the inside, even though all the windows are rolled up. The boy rounds up to it and knocks gently on the window. The car's engine shuts off and in all his glory is Jisung Park.

Jaemin notices that he's wearing black skinny jeans, as usual, but this time he has a multi-colored windbreaker and rounded, black glasses sit on the bridge of his nose. Jaemin coos inside his head and resists the urge to pinch his cheeks.

"I didn't know you wore glasses." Jaemin comments.

Jisung's scrunches his nose in distaste. "I couldn't find my contacts." He replies vaguely, the tone of his voice giving away his embarrassment.

The two walk up the steps leading to the building in silence. Although the doors are unlocked, all the lights are turned off. The only light seeping through the tall, narrow windows are from the last remaining orange tints from the sunset. It's quite erie, as the only sound is the pair's footsteps, and the occasional squeak from Jisung's new shoes.

Glancing at their shoes, you can tell the difference in class from the two boys. The brunette is clad in a pair of chunky, white (well, they used to be white. Now they've turned into a tan color) Nike shoes that he's had since freshman year. Whereas Jisung's shoes look and sound like they just came from the store today. Jaemin glances down and notices that they're Balenciaga. Of course.

The two arrived to the studio and Jisung opens the door, allowing the older to walk in first. Jaemin smiles sheepishly and turns on the lights, brightening the room. He walks towards the end of the room to plug in the stereo and slides in a CD that starts playing.

Jisung stands awkwardly in the studio, staring at his shoes waiting for the other to speak.

"I've got to perfect this choreo for my dance competition. It's next week."

Jisung's eyebrows raise in surprise. "I didn't know about a competition." He mumbles, almost sounding upset. Jaemin hears it.

The brunette chuckles. "That's because you don't go to this school, silly," He walks over to the small table in the corner and grabs a flyer before handing it to Jisung. "See?"

The blonde nods his head before folding it and shoving it in his front pocket. "Well, let's see this dance." He says, folding his arms and sitting against the wall.

Jaemin nods as the song comes on. He gets in position, but can't help but feel shy in front of the boy. He doesn't understand why. He's performed in front of hundreds of people and never even felt butterflies, or even a bit of hesitation. Now, with Jisung's eyes on him, he starts doubting everything.

What if I fall? What if I forget the moves? What if I mess up everything?

Stuck in his thoughts, the boy fails to realize that he's already missed a whole minute of the choreography. The only thing that brings him out of his pondering are Jisung's thin, cold fingers wrapped around his arms as he gently shakes the brunette.

The elder blinks slowly, and finally noticed Jisung in front of his face, looking into his eyes worriedly. He's never seen the younger this close before. He notices how long his eyelashes are, which are pushing against his glasses. His nose is small, like a button and his lips are a baby pink, and plump yet modest. He glances at the boy's porcelain skin with almost no blemishes and Jaemin finds himself reaching to touch his own face to compare.

That's when he remembers Jisung's fingers around him, yet they quickly fall back to his sides. He thinks that may be the first time they've really touched, and begins to really feel butterflies.

"Are you okay?" Jisung asks, his voice concerned yet also slightly creeped out.

Jaemin blinks once more and immediately feels his cheeks burning up. He covers his face for a second, composing himself before revealing a big, fake smile and says, "Yeah, sorry. Let me try again."

Jisung shrugs and the song begins to replay. This time, he doesn't let his thoughts get to him. Instead, he closes his eyes and lets the music take over his body. Remembering the steps by heart, he lets his heart beat with the song, and the instruments vibrate through the body. As he dances, he doesn't notice Jisung admiring him. The blonde watches the elder's slim body move so freely and effortlessly, yet he still did the moves so perfectly.

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As Jaemin reaches towards the end, his serenity is cut to a quick end when Jaemin finds himself tripping over his own feet. He opens his eyes in fear, as he can't seem to stop himself from stumbling, and falls onto the hard, wood floors. A squeak emits from Jaemin's chest.

He stays still for a moment before Jisung reaches to help pull Jaemin up, who scratches his head. He makes a quiet sound of frustration?Embarrassment? Jaemin isn't even sure of what he's feeling.

After an awkward silence, Jaemin breaks it. "I still haven't gotten that part down. Lana gave us a video of her doing it, but I just can't figure it out. I don't know what's wrong with me." He admits, staring at his tattered shoes.

Jisung hums. "Maybe I can help," He suggests, then continues. "Show me the video."

The brunette scoffs. "When was the last time you danced?" He asks. Of course, he knows that the younger dances for fun, but dancing as a hobby and dancing professionally are very different. Everything must be perfect when you have to perform in front of picky, perfectionistic judges.

Jisung rolls his eyes. "Just show me the video."

Jaemin complies, pulling his phone out of his packet. He watches as the younger studies it for a couple of minutes before shutting it off. He walks to the stereo, turning it on before getting into position in front of the large mirror. He moves to the beat with almost no mistakes, and Jaemin's breath hitches in his throat as he watches the boy reach the finale part. He finds himself applauding after watching Jisung complete the choreography effortlessly.

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"How do you manage to do that?" He asked, amazed.

Jisung shrugs, his lips turning upwards into a cocky expression. "It's a talent of mine." He answers casually.

Jaemin's eyes widen comically before his white teeth begin to show, exposing a child-like smile. "Well!" He jumps. "What're you waiting for? Teach me!" He commands.

The two get to work immediately. The blonde begins to explain the movements to the elder, who struggles but eventually catches up. As they practice, Jisung notices that the elder's movements are mainly smooth, and swift, but the dance requires power. He stops the music and turns to Jaemin.

"You need to be—" Jisung stops suddenly, any words that were going to be said are now stuck in his throat as he looks at the older boy. His skin is glistening in sweat from dancing so long, and his fluffy hair is ruffled around, completely messy and out of place. Jisung has never really payed much attention to Jaemin's looks, but this time he can't help but notice how pretty his brown eyes are when they glisten in excitement, waiting for him to continue his sentence. The boy shakes his head, scolding himself for being weird. "You need to be more powerful." He restates bluntly.

Jaemin's once shining eyes dimmer as his bottom lip juts out in a pout. "What?" He asks innocently.

Jisung clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth before walking closer to the other. "Here, let me show you." He says before standing behind Jaemin and grabbing his arms. "You see, when you punch your arm out like this," Jisung pushes Jaemin's arm out softly, then takes it back. "You need to be more powerful." He repeats the action, but with more strength. It causes him to press his chest further into Jaemin.

Jaemin's breath hitches and he wants to disappear. He's never been this close to Jisung before. Hell, before today he was so sure he'd never see this kid again. Instead, the brunette's back is against his chest, and Jisung's chin is nearly resting on his shoulder, trying to show him the correct moves. His cologne is deliciously intoxicating his nose, and the blonde's mouth is right next to his ear, his deep voice nearly making him shiver. He hates these emotions. He hates them all so much. Why can't he make sense of them. Why does he feel so nervous, yet so exhilarated?

Being this close to Jisung makes him feel wrong. It makes him feel anxious. After all, he can't get over seeing that dead cat in the alleyway. He knows Jisung killed it. There's no way he didn't. And as an intense animal lover, Jaemin should hate him for it, right? He should think he's a total freak.

But he can't. Because he's not.

Jisung isn't a freak. He's a boy, with a broken home and anxiety. Jaemin can't blame him for that, can he? After all, redemption was created for a reason.

Plus, it doesn't help that he can't control these feelings. Although he feels his guts telling him something is off, his heart tells him another story. His heart tells him that there's something more to Jisung. Deep down, he needs help. He needs somebody to be there, to be his.

His heart tells him that he should be the one.

All to quickly, Jisung removes himself from behind Jaemin, and steps a couple inches away. "Got it?" He asks.

Still shaken from his own thoughts, Jaemin nods his head on auto-pilot. Giving a thumbs up, he replies, "Yep."