SOOYOUNG POV

The first dance meet. I look nervously around the room, and after finally pinpointing Minho amongst the crowd in his  singlet and tan skin jeans (oh, those biceps) , turn to face the front. A teacher is barking out orders, none of which I fully take in. But I do catch the words: "And unfortunately, there is too many students participating this year. Hence, I will have to ask you all to work in partners. Thank you and you may start practising." 

I'm frozen, and while everyone else moves to look for a partner, I try to make myself look as small and  inconspicuous as possible. Maybe no one would notice if- "Hey." A deep, familiar voice, a voice that I dreaded yet loved. He smiles hopefully at me, holding out a hand. I didn't know how to react.

He is surrounded by at least 6 girls from his grade, each one staring adoringly up at him, begging in whiny voices for him to be their partner. He looked tired, as if he was weary of all the attention, and maybe that was what made me to gir in and agree to be his partner. "Okay." I try to bite back my delighted grin, and take his hand.  

MINHO POV:

For the second time, I'm holding her hand. It feels so warm and tiny in my own, and I try to hold it as lightly as possible, scared that  I would break it. I guide her over to the side of the hall, and we face each other, suddenly awkwards.  She gently pries her hand out of mine and self consciously places them in the folds of her shirt. As always, she seems shy and I want to reach for her hand again. But I resist. 

"So. Partner dance. " she says thoughtfully. "I'm not much of a dancer, though." She laughs quietly, and my chest loosened at the familiar sound. I knew I had made the right decision to ask her to be my partner as soon as she had held my hand. I hadn't expected her to, but the precious moment we had just shared was making a big difference to lift my mood. 

By the end of the practice, we had worked out half our routine; it was impressive, I had to to say. The dance looked and felt really good. As we left, I asked Sooyoung if she wanted to eat lunch with me. It was my second time asking her, and this time I wanted to make sure she really did come. She was just about to politely refuse, but I raised my eyebrows at her comically and she burst out laughing. That laugh again! "Ok." She agreed, flashing a killer smile. 

I led her to an empty seat for two, and sat close to her. I didn't know what I was doing; I just knew that I needed her  back. Now. 

SOOYOUNG POV:

I'm finally eating with Choi Minho. I can see girls from all around the cafeteria shooting me hateful glares, but I simply beamed back at them. No one was going to ruin my good mood. 

I didn't want to eat just yet, just sit there and enjoy the moment. I felt like all my worries and misery had just been washed away, simply by being with him. Sooyoung, you've done it. I congratulate myself. 

Minho isn't eating either. He's looking at me, a bemused and loving smile on his face. I hoped he was as happy as I was to be with him again, and judging from his face he probably is. "It's so refreshing to be with you again." he sighs, as if reading my thoughts. Oh, you don't know how much I'm loving this, I think in my head.