...so yeah.
This is my first time writing a fanfic, just because I wanted to contribute to the fandom, and I really wanted to read one where Joe is some kind of dancer. Besides, I think there are too few stories about these two. I'll update at least one chapter every week, hope you all like it❤let me know if you do!
Oh! I'll add a soundtrack for each chapter, so you can feel the different moods.
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The reddish leaves under his feet rustled every time he took a step, and the evening wind cooled his face. Even though it was the beginning of September, autumn seemed to already have settled on London's streets. With his hands in the pockets of his coat, Ben's mind was immersed in music, as he walked to the subway station.
The new semester of university had just begun, and Ben complained having to go back to routine. He had enjoyed this summer vacation quite a lot, as he had the chance to visit his family, which he hadn't done for months since between study, rugby training sessions and his friends, Ben barely had enough time to breathe.
There were a couple of blocks to reach the station when he heard a beep in one of his ears; his right headphone was dead.
"Great", Ben thought, as he resigned himself to being distracted by his surroundings for the rest of the way. To his bad luck, the sector was strangely quiet that afternoon.
When he was about to arrive at the station, something made him stop. A vibration coming from a building at his left side. After paying more attention, Ben realized that the vibration was a sound, and the sound was a melody. Some 80's vibe music.
"Isn't this building supposed to be abandoned?" The boy asked himself, approaching with curiosity.
The windows were covered with curtains, but these were translucent enough, so after looking side to side to verify that nobody was coming, he looked inside.
Boxes. Many boxes, dismantled furniture, scattered papers and dust particles floating in the air, was what Ben could see from his position.
The place was an old dance studio, as he remembered hearing, but it had been out of operation for several years.
Suddenly, his attention went to the middle of the room.
There, a metal bar that ran from the floor to the ceiling was held by a thin figure, which slid to the rhythm of the music, from top to bottom, propelled only by the strength of his body.
Due to the curtains, Ben could not make out the dancer's face, but that didn't matter to him. The energy of the figure attracted his eyes like a magnet, and the blond found himself unable to stop looking at it. So much so, that he didn't notice the song coming to it's end, nor that the figure was looking towards his direction.
He only found out what was happening when, quickly, the person inside the building opened the curtains and their eyes met.
"... A boy?" Ben thought, surprised that the stylized figure belonged to a man. A young man, rather. Slim, but with muscular arms (probably due to the dance), red-haired, a long but oddly good-looking nose, funny ears, thin lips and hazel-eyes with a glow that Ben had never seen before in his life. His eyebrows raised and a gaze that asked for explanations made Ben, in shock, realize he looked like a fucking stalker.
Without being able to form a word, he gave the stranger an apologetic, little smile and turning around, with his heart beating strongly and the clear image of that boy dancing, he ran to the subway station.