HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OZ!
 

Sehun did his best to mimic the dance moves he’s seen in movies and Jongin seemed to know exactly what movements to make. Adrenalin pumped through his body and the dance increasingly became passionate, exhilarating, and intimate. He felt as though he could fly with Jongin, and hand in hand, he knew it was possible. He didn’t feel exhausted as he danced, as if the other man took off weight from his shoulders and they moved.

At the end of the dance, Sehun shuffled his feet when Jongin moved his foot between his, causing Sehun to lean forward. With that, Jongin’s hand moved down to the other man’s thigh, making that man’s body press against his own. Just like the movies. And just like the movies, the shorter man’s hand moved up the taller one’s chest, around his neck and stopped just behind his ear. Their faces were only centimeters apart, and Jongin’s auroma clouded Sehun’s mind.

There were so many scents that clogged his mine, but all he recognized was a hint of vanilla hidden in all of that sweat. The younger man wasn’t sure if he could withstand another second of this. As if he read his partner’s mind, Jongin shipped Sehun back and let his ands run down to his calves to end the dance with a dip.

Sehun was out of breath, his head throbbing from the aroma he had a good five seconds to intake, and his cheeks flustered more than they have in such a long time. Jongin let go of Sehun’s leg, helping him stand up straight. They stared at each other, the taller man biting his lip once again. He spoke evenly, “You did well.”

“Thanks,” Sehun didn’t really know what else to say.

Jongin pat the other man’s shoulder and concluded, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Without another word, Jongin got his things and left the room.

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