ON CUE | HYUNHO ⚘

thirteen.

Things are silent for a few minutes. Minho got up and walked over to the counter, scribbling some things down. I stood there awkwardly, before starting to create little moves.

Minho clears his throat. "Any idea—" his words trail off.

He watches me do a little routine. I know he's watching me, my every move, but I try to stay calm as my body moves. When I stop, I turn to him and act shocked that he was watching me.

"Oh– I uh.." I sniffle, scratching my nose. "I was just–"

"That's a good idea." He says. He stands up, walking to where he can see himself in the mirror. He, surprisingly, does some of the moves I had done. It shocks me he learned then so quickly, but what did I expect from him?

"Yeah." He says, nodding his head. He turns to me. "That's good." He says.

I don't say anything. I raise my brows, my lips straight. That's the only face I make to acknowledge him. He doesn't like it. He tried not to show it— but he is really hard at hiding his emotions.

His body tensed, and he looked away. He stays silent for a few seconds, before turning back to me. "Look I—" he stops.

It's silent for a while before I speak. "You what?" I ask, softly.

"Can we.. like talk or something?" He asks."I just feel like we need to."

"No." I shake my head.

He freezes. ".. No?"

I shake my head. "No. There's nothing to talk about." I shrug.

My heart is racing. There is so much for us to talk about, like what the hell we are? Was it just a one night thing? Should I forget it? The amount of passion?

"Hyunjin.."

"There's nothing to talk about." I turn to him. "You said it yourself.. it was nothing." I say, turning this on him. I want him to feel what I felt. I want him to feel the way he made me feel when I wanted to change our ways.

"I didn't say that.." He says.

"But you meant it." I say immediately after.

He inhales a breath. I hope it's all hitting him now. I hope he feels the pain I felt yesterday night. I know it's a shitty move, but I'm sick of whatever is going on.

I really don't even know what is going on. He is jealous, but he hates me. He doesn't even know me, but he fucks me. And now this? What does he expect to even talk about?

He looks... distraught. "Can we please.. just talk? Like seriously. I don't like what happened and how we left it. Please just let me speak."

"Don't." I shake my head. "It's way too late. We never even had anything, it was just one night, don't think so highly of it." I say. I'm really pushing it now. "So don't even say what you're going to say, because we aren't anything that needs to be spoken about."

He rubs his lips together. "Fine. Okay." He says. And I think that's the end of it, but he speaks again.

"But Hyunjin," he says, looking into my eyes. "I don't hate you. After everything that I've done— I think it's obvious. I don't hate you, and I never even have." He says.

Oh.

I don't even...

I—

Stop.

"Let's just focus on the dance." I shut him down, throwing what he said away. "We have work to do. This is more important right now." I say, walking over to play the music.