Introduction:

How had this happened? How had it come to this? Sehun didn’t know how he had ended up in the empty dance studio pressed up against one of the mirrors with this tanned boy staring intently at him, pinning his arms above his head with one hand and cupping his face with the other. Sehun squirmed, but when Jongin leaned in and kissed him, his heart skipped a beat. He didn’t resist and even kissed back. Jongin’s free hand slowly traced down Sehun’s hourglass figure until it came to rest on his waist. He knew it was wrong but he couldn’t stop it. He couldn’t resist. He closed his eyes and pressed back lightly.

Sehun’s mind was getting fuzzy and he couldn’t tell what was going on anymore. Jongin was just a friend, or so he had thought. The note slipped under his door this morning had seemed harmless enough, although in retrospect it did seem a little strange. Why would Jongin slip a note under his door soon after his roommate, Yixing, left the room? The note had said that there was something that Jongin needed to tell him and that he should meet him at the dance studio at eight. Eight was just after the last dance practice and a little before curfew. He hadn’t thought anything of the strange note at the time but now he could see that it shouldn’t have made sense.

He could feel blood rushing to his face, pale skin lighting up bright red with embarrassment. He could hear his heartbeat racing, pulse strong in his throat. He was so confused and this was just making things worse. Jongin was just a friend. Just a friend. More than a friend. He couldn’t think straight anymore, the kiss making his brain hazy, Jongin’s hot lips pressed against his and he was quickly losing any sense. The room was supposed to be empty. There weren’t supposed to be any more bodies in there until classes the next day.

The door handle turned but neither of them noticed, as they were preoccupied. It was then that Sehun’s roommate walked into the studio. He had forgotten something but he just stood and gawked from the entrance to the studio. He saw his roommate, his secret crush, pinned against a mirror kissing one of the other first year dancers. It didn’t look like he was fighting the boy off; it looked like he was enjoying it.

Jongin broke the kiss for a breath and Sehun opened his eyes, almost disappointed that the kiss was over. He caught something in the corner of his eye and looked toward the door. No one was supposed to be there. To his horror, he saw his roommate and secret crush, Yixing, standing in the doorway looking aghast. Sehun was worried as to how long he had been there staring at Jongin and Sehun’s make-out session. Sehun’s face changed from that of enjoyment to a look of horror. Yixing took it as horror that they were caught and ran out of the room, forgetting what he came to the room to get.

Sehun looked on helplessly, still pinned to the mirror by the stronger boy. His stomach was filled with guilt that he could not locate the source of. His stomach was full of butterflies, half from the kiss and half from the distraught look Yixing had thrown them before he ran from the room.