Taemin was going to hit him.

He'd love to wipe smug smirk off his face. But sadly, he had neither the guts nor enough muscle to do it. So he settled for quietly glaring at the cheerful instructor. Glancing to his side, he looks at Kim Jongin's face, and wonders how the hell he landed himself into this mess.

"Okay, time to be serious. Class, I would like you all to meet Kim Jongin." The man motions for the boy to step forward, which he does shyly, head slightly bowed and eyes fixed on the floor as if it is the most interesting thing.

Yunho waited for the boy to say something, but after minutes of silence, he rolled his eyes and sighed in exasparation. "Well?" He starts, slapping the boy's back with a force that caught Jongin off guard, almost sending him tumbling to the ground (or into Taemin's lap 'cause he was sitting right in front of him), "Say something, kid."

"..."

"You're one of those silent ones, aren't you?"

"..." A slight nod.

"Great." A sigh.

"Can I sit now?"

"Oh, you talk." Yunho sarcastically replies.

"Of course I talk," Jongin huffs indignantly, albeit quietly, "I'm not mute."

"Aish, not another brat. I've already got my hands full with Taemin--"

"Hey!"

"Whatever. Since you're new, you'll need someone to show you how things work around here. So," Yunho grins wickedly as soon as his eyes land on a certain Lee Taemin, "Since you guys are so close already, you're on babysitting duty, Lee Taemin."

Stupid teacher.

If only murdering super annoying teachers were legal.

--

Jongin is in awe. Today is his first day, and the very first day he is assigned his partner (or babysitter, as Yunho so smugly pointed out). Honestly, he thought at first that Lee Taemin would be a horrible dancer. True, he had a pretty face, but the skinny limbs had him doubting if the boy could move without breaking himself. He was too skinny for his own good.  But Taemin proved him wrong when Yunho called for him spontaneously, asking him to perform the dance they previously learned.

Taemin moved with grace, but also with power which proved that  he was not a delicate flower. His moves were sharp, each motion perfectly executed with an attitude that seemed to radiate confidence. Jongin swallows thickly, closing his gaping mouth once Hyukjae points out that he was drooling (not that he would ever admit that he was, because Kim Jongin does not drool).

Once the boy finished and sits next to him, Jongin finds himself staring. Slightly out of breath, Taemin his head slightly, looking at Jongin, one eyebrow raised, "Is the