~POV Jisung~

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*Boom*

"It was so great..."

*Boom*

"Don't stop... Please... Dance again... for me..."

*Boom*

Stupid me...

If anyone had heard me ask such a thing to a student, my teaching career would have been ruined...

*Boom*

"Dance for me..." Did I really say that to him?

*Boom*

My cheeks were burning... If Minho kept looking at me like that without saying a word, I was going to catch fire or lose consciousness... or both....

*Boom*

Why was he making me languish like that? Why didn't he just tell me a teacher had no right to ask his student such a thing?! Damn it... It was torture...

*Boom*

"You want me to dance for you, Sir?"

*Boom Boom*

Confused, terribly ashamed and embarrassed to hear him call me Sir, I didn't even dare to nod, while my legs were wobbling dangerously. I was petrified, almost terrified.

*Boom Boom*

"Close the door."

*Boom Boom*

What...?

Immediately I looked him in the eye.

My heart was going crazy. My head was spinning as if I was on a roller coaster. The more I looked at him, the more his gaze's depth made me forget everything.

I contemplated his face's thin features like I was seeing them for the first time when, like a doll, his doll, I walked towards the door to do what he had asked me to do.

*Boom Boom*

Had I really just locked myself alone in a room with him?

Did I want to destroy my career?

*Boom Boom*

"No one can see us now..."

My God...

Minho's voice, warm and hoarse, had just echoed behind my back, just a few centimeters from my head. I could feel his hot breath on my hair. I was so in the clouds I didn't even realize he had come so close to me.

When he suddenly put his hands on the door, trapping me in that ridiculous space between the door and him, I felt my body shake like never before. He was right behind me, like a shadow covering me entirely while I was overwhelmed by the desire that he come even closer.

*Boom Boom*

"Can I start?"

Swallowing my saliva I nodded, unable to utter a single word without risking betraying the weakness state I was in. I felt so vulnerable, ready to accept everything from him without putting up the slightest resistance I wanted to bang my head against the door. But I didn't even have the strength to hate myself at that very moment.

I just wanted to see him dance again...

Just a little...

*Boom Boom*

At the same time, his hands left the door, panicking my heart even more, to rest on my shoulders and turn me towards him. Breathless, captivated, I watched him without blinking when he walked away to choose his next dance's music.

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2pm - My house

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With a feline step as the song first notes echoed through the room, he stood a few meters away from me before closing his eyes. When he started to dance, I realized that if I was a fan of this song... I was completely crazy about him...

Minho danced like a god... and I was begging him inwardly not to stop.

I had never seen anything so beautiful and haunting, his body undulating with grace and vigor being like a siren singing for my eyes, making me lose time track and awareness of what was right or wrong, allowed or forbidden.

I loved him... and seeing him dance condemned me to be even crazier about him, as if he was losing me in a maze with no way out...

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Yes... Minho's dance was powerful like a tidal wave.

Shining like a gem.

Bewitching like an eclipse.

It was erasing everything else, imprisoning me in its own world.

♡ Minho's dancing world ♡

My most wonderful and addictive amusement park.

He was fast, his steps perfectly synchronized with the music, as if he was playing with every note, taming them like invisible snakes, gaze deep and resolute, showing how much importance he was putting in his choreography.

Minho danced as if his life depended on it and it made me shiver like a teenager falling in love for the first time... again.

In love.

I was in love with his gaze...

His pretty face...

His soft hair that moved in rhythm with his steps...

I was in love with his body and the sensual way he moved...

I was in love with his hands...

His back...

Legs...

Thighs...

With his...

No... 😣😣😣

No, no, no, no...

Fighting not to think about his so perfect bottom, I chewed my lips mechanically while my hands convulsively squeezed my bag I had even forgotten to put on the floor.

If only his hands could rest on my hips...

His mouth on my neck...

His tongue on my lips...

His lips on...

Fuck...

Once again, I was almost drooling...

My back against the door, cheeks red as tomatoes, I tried to stifle my forbidden dreams... but while I was contemplating him, I kept thinking to what I'd done last night.

Was I going mad? For him, certainly.

Alone in my living room, after a few wine glasses, I'd thought again and again about that photo I'd intercepted in class... I'd then picked up a photo of me taken a few months ago, watching it for a long time before cutting it and writing something on it... for him.

Ridiculous, isn't it?

When I was a highschool student, I never had the courage to declare my love at anyone, but if I was a student here, I would have tried my luck. For Minho, I would have been able do that and much more, but it was impossible.

I was his teacher and when he approached me on the last music notes, finishing his dance right in front of me, his perfect body just a few centimeters from mine, offering his hand to me, I realized something that hit me like a fist in the face.

At the same moment, lost in his thoughts, Minho passed a hand through his hair, his breath slightly disturbed after his dance.

"There's just one problem..." He murmured, but I didn't let him finish, dropping suddenly my bag on the floor.

"I... I'll be back..." I said, hurriedly turning towards the door, opening it in panic because there was indeed a problem...

*Boom Boom*

Huge...

*Boom Boom*

Unacceptable...

*Boom Boom*

Inconceivable...

*Boom Boom*

And it was between my legs...

*Boom Boom*

*Boom Boom*

*Boom Boom*

*Boom Boom*

I was so ashamed I went into the gymnasium toilets by crying.

How was I going to look him in the face now?

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~POV Minho~

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2pm – My house...

I loved that song, but...

"There's just one problem..."

Even though his hasty departure had surprised me, it was better he was gone before I could finish my sentence. Now, alone in the dance hall, I closed my eyes and spoke aloud, confessing what was on my soul depths.

"...because the latest place where I want to see you is my house..."

This pigsty...

I would never accept the squirrel to set foot in that disgusting place...

I would never accept him to be sullied by my daily life...

I had to keep avoiding him. But when I realized he saw me dance, I was completely lost. I felt strange, overwhelmed... I was scared to death he would tell me I wasn't allowed to be there or worse, that I didn't dance well...

Despite myself, his opinion mattered to me so much when he asked me to dance again, a new and unknown energy had taken hold of me. I had agreed to dance for him... for that stupid squirrel who was in my every thought and who I already missed...

Seeing his bag on the floor, I remembered I have his pen since this morning. It was the one I had paid for him that day. He dropped it on the stairs and I didn't know how to get it back to him without talking to him, so it was my best chance.

Without waiting, I grabbed it from my bag and approached his, asking myself why he had left the room that way.

Was he running away from me?

Disconcerted and worried even though I was responsible for our distance these past few days, I opened his bag to slide the pen into it when I saw a piece of what looked like a photo sticking out of his organizer, among a pile of sheets.

Of course, it wasn't surprising his satchel inside were so untidy, but I couldn't resist the temptation. Slowly, I took the photo when my hand clenched on the glossy paper, my blood beginning to boil in my veins.

*Boom Boom*

*Boom Boom*

His cute doll's legs...

His fine ankles...

I could recognize them in a thousand... even if I wasn't that close to him.

*Boom Boom*

Heart beating harder and harder, I read again and again what was written on the photo's back... while my anger only increased.

*Boom Boom*

*Boom Boom*

He hadn't finished his sentence, but no need to be a fortune-teller to understand what he had meant, even less to whom this declaration of love was addressed.

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When the squirrel returned to the dance hall, I was far from his bag. I waited for him in silence, observing each of his gestures and expressions with a bitterness that kept growing inside me, like a monster wanting to destroy everything in its path.

I hated him almost as much as he obsessed me, even though I wanted more than anything else to be alone and not get involved with anyone.

Yes, it was paradoxical. I didn't want him in my life, but seeing him in someone else's was unbearable. The more I looked at his red chubby cheeks and big eyes veiled with uncertainty, the more I wanted to force him to look only at me.

I hated myself for giving him so much importance, but it was already too late. That stupid squirrel was driving me crazy with anger... I wanted to make him suffer as much as I was suffering because of him... I wanted to pin him against this door and...

Fuck...

You fucking squirrel...

He had been celebrating his reunion with his ex that night before coming knocking on my door because he was drunk and since, they had gotten back together. It was crystal clear they were living a hidden romance...

That idiot had even been able to follow this stupid new fashion just for him... But just imagining them together, Mr. Seo touching him, caressing him, kissing him and more made me sick at the point I could barely breathe.

"So, he's not arrived yet?"

I wanted him to cry...

"W-Who?"

I hated him so much right now...

"Mr. Seo. If you're here at this late hour, it's to see him, no?"

Yes... to see him and give him his little gift...

I had understood perfectly what was going on between them and even though it was none of my business, I wasn't able to control myself.

The squirrel wasn't going to leave this room without me making him pay for all the rage and frustration I was feeling and that was eating me from the inside.

"There's no point in trying to hide it, since I know about your relationship." I continued coldly, in the foulest manner possible, enjoying the way his lips trembled more and more. "You're waiting for him. The only thing I don't know is if it's to talk or something else."

Then, even though it burned me deep inside, I gave him a scornful smile.

"So, this is where he fuck you? Because you're the one being fucked, right teacher?"

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