SOMEHOW - TAEGYU ??

A week later…

Beomgyu watches his reflection in the mirror as he dances in the practice room. He flips a two or three and he moves his right foot backward in a smooth motion across the slick floor. The stiffness and nervousness he always has at the start instantly melts as he immerses himself in the music and pleasure.

His movements are fluid, as his body curves swiftly, his footwork moving to the rhythm and his hand movements in sync with every beat of the music.

Once the music ends, Beomgyu once again feels all his energy drained from his body and collapses onto the floor of the practice room, panting heavily as sweat trinkles down from his forehead.

"You're beat." Minho approaches Beomgyu who's lying on the ground. He knees down and hands Beomgyu a bottle of water.

Beomgyu gladly takes it and sits up a bit to drink it, chugging the water until the last drop.

"Relax a bit, Gyu." Minho says, patting Beomgyu's back.

Beomgyu shook his head. "The monthly evaluations coming up. No rest until I get this shit perfect." He says.

"It's getting late, too late. Are you still going to stay here?"

Beomgyu nods. "About half an hour more. Go. I know you have more things to take care off."

"You mean someone?" Minho winks, earning an eye roll from Beomgyu. Minho walks towards the exit of the room.

"Y'know you can't always get what you want!" Beomgyu shouts with a playful tone.

Minho pulls up his middle finger, not turning to look at his friend. "And y'know you don't know crap." He says, before walking out and closing the door behind him.

Beomgyu chuckles. "Dickhead."

Beomgyu gets up from the floor and starts practicing again. After half an hour, as he promised himself, he stops. He glances over at the clock. 9pm. The last bus is in half an hour, he better hurry up.

Beomgyu grabs his stuff and shoved them in his duffle bag that he usually brings to practice. He clutches his parka and switches off the lights of the practice room before leaving.

***

Taehyun lets out a yawn as he clears up the counter and wipes the glasses. He glances at the wall clock and it the minute hand strikes at 9.10 pm. This is far by the latest he's closed the parlour all because the manager decided to hold a mini party for his daughter and dragged Taehyun along.

Kai?

Nope. He's got dance practice so he took a day off when actually, it was just a means of him to escape. Some friend there, but it's okay, Taehyun managed although, he's terribly exhausted.

Taehyun unties his apron and hangs it on the hook attached to the wall. He fixes his hari a bit and then takes his bag out from the lockers in the staff room before walking out from the parlour. At least, today, he doesn't have to close up because the manager's here.

"Thanks Taehyun! You can take a day off tomorrow." His manager calls out.

"Thank you. Have a good night." Taehyun waves.

Taehyun takes his phone out and looks at the time. 9.15 pm. He's got another 15 minutes to reach the bus stop before the last bus leaves.

Taehyun continues to walk to the direction of the bus stop, but his eyes glued to the screen of his phone as he types in a message for the one and only;

Pickup line guy.

It's strange. Taehyun already knows his name, Wooyoung. But, for some reason, he hasn't changed the contact's name and leaves it as so. They've been talking a lot and Taehyun has never felt so comfortable talking to someone who he doesn't know. More like, someone who he hasn't met yet. Texting the guy always make Taehyun's stomach flutter, even when he failed an attempt in jokes, it never fails to make Taehyun giggle.