THIS STORY ISNT MINE!!!!

This is a story by Nina Garcia who decided to continue her own version of what happened after the dance scene between Minho and Taemin in The Beast.

Previously in The Beast (chap 20) :

The music was loud in his ears, the smells intoxicating and the voices around him sounding almost hypnotizing as he forced the alcohol into his throat, the liquid giving him a familiar pleasurable burn as it made its way down.

He had refused a few brave invites to dance, apologizing himself with his best smile and using the excuse that he was not feeling so well. It was more than enough.

And the party carried on.

There was so much life, so much movement and energy around him and yet…everything was a blur. Everything…but a certain table where a blond boy sat, Taemin offering his guests small polite smiles as they passed by.

He didn't feel like dancing.

He was waiting.

And then, as expected, a figure dressed in black approached the one in white.

Under his orders, Choi Minho bowed before his Protected, taking the younger by surprise and leaving him with my mouth hanging in what he could recognize as a mix of shock, perplexity and panic.

Under his orders, Choi Minho’s lips moved to speak the few words he had expected him to, dark bangs covering his eyes as he stretched his hand out courteously.

And just like he knew it would happen and like he had foreseen...a pair of alarmed brown eyes glanced his way, silent questions and doubts being thrown at him.

Taemin wasn’t asking for his consent, he knew he had the freedom to do as he wished to; no, he was worried. Terrified even.

It wasn’t a nice expression and it didn't fit Taemin’s features.

And yet he just smiled.

Raising his eyebrows in shock just like he had been betrayed, his Protected gaped at him, a pair of sharp dark eyes glancing his way as well before taking the other’s hand, Taemin gasping as he was led to the dance floor.

With his smile fading, careful vigilant eyes followed the pair to the middle of the room, a dark cloud of awkwardness and discomfort floating around them.

Sighing, the leader raised the glass to his lips once again.

He didn't miss the slight blush tainting the younger’s cheeks when the music re-started.