OH SEHUN

Jongin and I got closer over the next week. Every morning, he'd wake up at 6 a.m., shower and freshen up then he'd wake me up. While I did my usual morning routine, he'd go to the cafeteria, grab breakfast for the two of us and come back up to the dorm room. No matter how many I times I tried to pay him for the food, he'd quickly shut me up by shoving some bacon in my mouth. It was something he started doing by himself when he realized I pretty much never had breakfast, telling me I needed energy in the morning if I wanted to do well in college. He'd ask if I ate all my meals everyday and would often advise not to overwork myself. It was like I had gotten a third mom after Luna and Yixing. But since he was my roommate, we spent more time together. It was odd at first how attentive he was all the time but I quickly got used to it. Jongin seemed to be the caring type of person. I was sure Luna and Yixing were glad about it because they were always worried about me.

Jongin sometimes had lunch with us, but most of the time he did with his own friends who were freshman. He hung out with them quite often too, especially this one guy called Taemin. He got pretty close to Luna as well, and the girl did not hesitate to reveal all sorts of embarrassing things about me she'd gotten to know over the years. But it wasn't like it was possible to shut her up anyway so I'd sit in a corner and groan as she humiliated me in front of him joyfully. 

As for our Latin dance lessons, they were quite... interesting. Jongin was great at it, and I learned a lot from him. "Few classes" was a hell of an understatement, the guy was a pro. And though I was getting a little used to the skinship, I couldn't help but feel tingles all over whenever we were pressed up against each other. Heck I even found myself after a few particularly intense lessons. Jongin on the other hand, didn't seem affected in the slightest. And why would he be anyway? He was probably as straight as a stick and thought nothing of it at all. I wondered several times about the pit I'd thrown myself into but I really was learning a lot from him and the sessions were fun.

"Latin is a sensual dance, it's a dance of seduction, flirtation. You've got the moves down, but I want you to work on your facial expressions accordingly," Jongin said as we danced together casually to the music, "Imagine I'm a hot young girl you saw at the club."

I couldn't help but chuckle at that, "Uh, okay?"

"You saw me from across the club, and you couldn't take your eyes off me. I feel your burning stare on me and turn to look at you," Jongin continued setting up the scenario, "You smirk at me and slowly make your way over. You then ask me for a dance."

I tried to imagine the scene in my head but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't picture a pretty girl, but Jongin himself. It wasn't like I minded that anyway. 

"I take your outstectched hand as you lead me to the middle of the dance floor. Conviniently enough, the DJ puts on some salsa music right at that moment. The crowd around us disperses because we're just way too fabulous together and they felt the need to give us our space."

I chuckled again. How movie-like.

"You keep your gaze locked on me, you're smirking at me, trying to seduce me. You're confident, no, you're downright cocky."

I narrow my eyes and seductively stared at Jongin, lips curling up smugly as I bit my bottom lip. Jongin's eyes widened, "Hey, that was uncalled for!"

I grinned proudly at that and tried to keep my seductive gaze as I danced with him. When we finished the dance, we kept staring at each other, breathing heavily as he smiled at me, "And just like that, you sir earned yourself a good time in bed with a fine young lass that night."

I'd rather it was a young lad, I thought miserably to himself, but smiled anyway.

On Monday, I had agreed I'd meet Jongin at the studio at 12 a.m. since we both were free at that hour. But on my way there, Luna caught up to me.

"Hey, where're you going?"

I stiffened a little bit, "Uh..."

She narrowed her eyes, "Now that I think about it, you've been disappearing a lot these days. You and Jonginnie."

she was sharper than she needed to be.

"Wait you call him Jonginnie now? And don't you have any business, like any other business to attend to that doesn't involve me?"

She rolled her eyes, "Stop trying to avoid the topic. Are you guys ing or something?"

I gasped, scandalized at what she said and how casually she said it, "No! What the ?"

"You're not usually one to keep secrets from me. Spill, Oh Sehun."

I sighed, knowing she wouldn't let me go unless I told her, "Fine but you don't tell anyone else about this."

"Ugh, you're such a teenage girl. I take it to my grave. What is it?"

"Jongin's teaching me Latin dance."

She stared at me for a while before laughing out loud, "Shame on you, Sehun, learning from a freshman."

I scowled, "Well this freshman also happens to be the only person I know who actually knows Latin dance and is pretty freaking good at it, might I add."

"Wait so do you guys dance together?" Suddenly there were stars in her eyes.

"Y-Yeah... I mean, how else would I learn?!"

"Hot damn, can I come watch? Pleeeease?"

"Of course not." I scoffed, making my way to the studio, "It's embarrassing enough telling you."

"It's not embarrassing at all! It's y as hell. I mean the two of you, grinding on each other, doing the rumba... now that's something I'd pay to watch."

"Tsk... You read too much manga."

"Tell me you don't think Jongin is a hot piece of and that you wouldn't tap that. I'll totally believe you," she said sarcastically.

I blushed and stopped in my tracks, turning to Luna, "Park Sunyoung. Leave me alone. I beg of you."

She stuck her tongue out at me, "Fine. Just this time, Sehun. But one day I shall watch."

"Sure," I rolled my eyes.

When I got the studio, the door was already unlocked, which meant Jongin was already inside. I'd given him a spare key so he didn't have to wait outside if I was late. Which I was, thanks to someone. I walked into the studio, locking the door behind me. Jongin was dancing in front of the mirror, earbuds in his ears as he went about some choreography. I watched him for a while and again I noticed something was off. His every move was precise and executed beautifully but his eyes... there was no fiery passion them. It felt so... incomplete. Once he noticed me standing there, he stopped and took off his earbuds.

"Oh, hey." He greeted, smiling.

"Hey. Sorry I'm late, Luna stopped me in hallway earlier."

"That's okay," Jongin smiled, putting his ipod and earphones in his bag, "Ready to get started?"

"Yeah... I want to ask you something though."

"Ask away."

"Is dancing really your dream?"

He froze and looked at me, frowning in confusion, "Uh yeah, obviously. Why?"

"I-I don't know, forget it," I said, laughing nervously. Why else would he be here if it wasn't his dream?

"No seriously. Is my dancing bad?"

"What? No!" I exclaimed, almost offended. Jongin was anything but a bad dancer. "I just... It's weird but I kinda feel like you don't particularly enjoy dancing."

Jongin's frown deepened, "Why would you say that?"

"I don't know. You're not really putting your heart into it. Or at least that's how it seems to me." I studied his face for a while, feeling like I had offended him, "I'm sorry, maybe I'm just being nitpicky." 

"No, not at all," Jongin smiled, "You're my senior after all. Any criticism or advice you'd have for me to improve my dancing would definitely matter to me."

"Wow, formal much," I chuckled, "It's nothing, I just feel like you're executing the moves but you're not really like, feeling it, you know?"

"Oh... So how do I change that?"

"You just need to be really passionate about dancing. It's not something that can be taught."

Jongin was silent for a while, as if not knowing what to say. Great job, Sehun. You made it awkward.

"Anyway, why don't we get started?" I said quickly, trying to change the topic.

He nodded at me, "Yeah okay."

By the time I got back to my dorm room at 10 p.m., I was beyond exhausted. After my lesson with Jongin that day, I had to go rehearse with the dance crew (which consisted of Yixing, Luna, Amber, Baekhyun and myself) for our showcase which was in a month.  After that I had to go work my shift at the cafe before I got back to the dorm. On top of that, I had an acting test the next day that I hardly practiced for.

When I got back to the room, I saw Jongin leisurely sitting on his bed, reading a book. At that moment I really envied him being able to just kick back and relax without a worry in the world.

"Hey," he greeted with a smile, before frowning when he saw my face, "You don't look too great."

I forced a smile, "Tiring day."

"Ah..." Jongin nodded in understanding, "Did you have any dinner?"

"Not really," I stretched my limbs out, "I didn't have time."

He frowned at me, "How about we go grab some?"

"I'm gonna have to pass... I have an acting test tomorrow that I need to practice for."

"In that case," Jongin stood up from his bed, grabbing his jacket, "I'll go get you some."

"Jongin..." I sighed, unconciously grabbing his arm before he could go out the door, "I'm fine. I can skip dinner for one day."

His stared down at my hand which was on his arm for a second and I quickly withdrew it when I realized I had been holding it for way too long.

"No you can't. You should see your face, you look exhausted. You really should eat something. I'm not taking no for an answer."

"God, you're stubborn. At least let me pay for it-"

"How about you go take a nice shower, huh?"

I rolled my eyes, "Jongin-"

"Shush, go take a shower," he ushered me toward the toilet.

I sighed, way too tired to argue with him now. Not like it ever worked anyway, the guy was stubborn as hell. He smiled at me, "I'll be back soon."

There it was again, that weird glint his eyes. It almost felt like he was looking at me like I was the most precious thing in the world. I knew I was probaly just imagining it, but it had happened a couple of times already over the short period of time I'd known him. There was just something about the way he looked at me that sent shivers down my spine. 

God, I'm delusional.

I watched him leave the room and sighed to myself. I really was pathetic sometimes.

After taking a shower, I put on a black tank top and boxer shorts before pulling out the script for my acting exam. It was written by our professor and was basically about a guy confessing his feelings for his long-time best friend and crush. It was the ever-so-cliche K-drama style confession with the guy trapping the girl against the wall. I read my lines aloud a few times, pretending the girl was in front of me. Groaning, I slumped back on my bed since I couldn't really get into the feel of it. A few minutes later, Jongin walked in accompanied by the delicious aroma of food. I found myself perking up at the smell.

Jongin handed me a sandwich wrapped in foil, "Beef burrito."

"Ah how'd you know I absolutely love these?" I beamed excitedly, unwrapping the burrito and taking a hearty bite out of it. I moaned softly at the juicy goodness. Jongin was staring at me with an amused smile as I ate. 

"Luna might or might not have told me you were crazy about those beef burritos at the nearby Italian restaurant."

"For once her non-stop babbling has come to good use," I mumbled as I ate, "Thanks Jongin."

"Anytime." He smiled genuinely. 

"Why didn't you get one for yourself?" I frowned when I realized he was just sitting there, staring at me.

"I already had dinner earlier with Taemin and Soojung."

"Oh, Soojung's that cute brunette you've been hanging out with right?"

His eyebrow twitched for a millisecond, almost going unnoticed by me. "Yeah. We became friends a few days ago. She's pretty cool."

"Hm..." I hummed as I finished the last of my burrito, wiping my lips with a tissue, "Well now that I'm all energized, I gotta rehearse for my dumb test."

"Alright just pretend I'm not here," He said, going back to his bed to pick up his book. I picked up my scipt once again, memorizing my lines before looking up and trying to recite them once more. It still felt off.  I usually practiced my lines with a friend, especially if it was a romantic scene. Preferably with Luna. But since she wasn't here, I decided to ask Jongin for help instead.

"Hey on second thought, could you help me out? If that's okay with you..." I asked sheepishly. Jongin looked up from his book and shrugged.

"Sure."

"Okay I want you to take the script and read the lines in red. And uh... stand against that wall."

He nodded and did as I asked. I stood in front of him and motioned for him start.

"What's wrong with you?" He said montonously, reading his first line off the script.

"What's wrong with me?"

"You've been acting weird that's what!" He exclaimed, or tried to at least.

"Yeah? Do elaborate." I said, crossing my arms smugly.

"You've been avoiding me lately... And everytime Jun Ho is around you treat him like some sort of insect!"

"I treat him like an insect because I hate him," I stated bluntly, rolling my eyes..

"Exactly! Why?!"

I rolled my eyes, "Are you really that dumb? Isn't it obvious?"

"What is?"

I stepped closer to Jongin, pressing my hand on the wall right next to his face. I gazed into his eyes and leaned close, pausing for emphasis. "That I like you!"

Jongin seemed flustered at that, clearing his throat and quickly looking down at the script to read his line.

"W-What?" He faked a stutter.

"I like you so much and yet you... You're always with him," I said, voice laced with irritation and hurt.

"I'm not always... with him..."

"You knew about my feelings," I leaned closer, "Don't pretend you didn't. I'm sick of that Jun Ho guy. I'm sick of you spending so much time with him."

"You're jealous of Jun Ho?" Jongin asked with disbelief, almost as if he was getting into the character.

I slammed my other hand next to his head, slightly startling Jongin.

"Yes! Yes I'm jealous!" I sighed in frustration. I breathed heavily, voice coming out calmer when I spoke again, "Don't you see..." I picked up his hand and brought it to the left side of my chest, gazing straight into his eyes. I could see the slight surprise in his eyes and the blush on his cheeks. "...that my heart beats for you?"

Jongin seemed so locked in my intense gaze that he forgot to look down at the script to read the next line. I could feel my heart beat a little faster on realizing how close we were, our breaths almost mixing. And I knew he could feel it through my chest.

Was I getting into character way more than I needed to?

He his lips before reading the next line, "Dongwook..."

I found myself looking down at his lips, and God forgive me were they so plump and inviting. I just wanted to lean in and...

Focus, Sehun! That's not part of the script!

I quickly looked back up at his eyes and lowered his hand from my chest, intertwining our fingers.

"You don't have to say anything," I whispered, carressing his cheek softly with my other hand, "Just stay with me."

Jongin dropped the script suddenly, breaking the tension between us. I cleared my throat, letting go of his hand and stepping away as he picked up the script from the ground. Awkward silence caught in the air as the two of us just stood there, not really sure what to say.

"That was... something. You're uh... a good actor," Jongin finally said, "I'm sure you'll do great tomorrow."

"Th-Thanks," I scratched the back of my head awkwardly, "I wish I could say the same about your acting though."

Jongin laughed at that, "Yeah, I don't think I'm cut out for acting."

"Well thanks for the help anyway."

He waved his hand in the air dismissively, "Glad to help. You should probably get some sleep now though. You look pretty tired."

"Yeah I am," I yawned, lying down on my bed and resting my head on my hands, "I guess I'll just retire for the night."

Jongin smiled and nodded at me before making his way to the toilet. I watched him close the door behind him and bit my lip. The image of a nervous Jongin appeared in my head once again, his slightly sped up breath and his oh-so-plump lips. I hated myself for it, but I really just wanted to kiss those lips and have my way with him. Jongin was attractive, and it was so painful how I got to be pressed up against him and touch his skin, yet resist the temptation of closing the distance between us and kissing him. I was a teenager with hormones after all, with years worth of pent of ual frustration on top of that. I knew I just needed to do what I had been doing all these years and keep it all inside. I needed to resist. But Jongin was making it really hard.

I'm in a lot of trouble.

Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Let me know in the comments how it's going so far cuz I'm really having trouble writing this lol. The idea sounded good in my head but when it comes to actually writing it I kinda get stuck -.- Constructive criticism is always appreciated.

Also I don't plan on making this story longer than fifteen chapters, maybe ten or so. But yeah let's see how that unfolds later cuz it might just end up wayyy longer lol.

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