You were an aspiring dancer, in love with the art. You wanted to learn how to dance, how people moved so gracefully. That's when you met him.

You were leaving the mall one day, 2 bags in hand, when you nearly dropped him. Near the automatic doors was a man, probably mid-twenties, dancing to some hip-hop music. The way he moved was so.. free and controlled. You could never. He was freaking awesome.

You watched. You watched him for a long time. Then, after he was covered in sweat and tired, something took you over and you found yourself asking for lessons. He agreed, for 25 bucks a lesson. Not too bad.

After that, you guys grew close. You'd been taking lessons from him twice a week for 2 months, and you were really good friends. He'd had a crush on you since the beginning, but he never admitted it. You did too, but you also didn't tell him.

Today, you guys were finishing up a lesson. You'd come a long way, and he was proud. And happy you were taking the lessons from him and not anybody else. You sat down on the ground and took a drink, chest heaving with heavy breaths. Minho sat down beside you and took a sip of his own water as well.

Hey, friend of mine named Felix has a dance competition. Wanna go with me?