You’d been at the dance studio for around an hour now, arriving at four-thirty ish in the morning. It was now five something. You always practiced better when no one else was around, as it felt much more comfortable that way for you. You also felt less embarrassed, even if the people you were with most the time, were some of your best friends.

“What’re you doing awake so early,” A soft spoken voice said from behind you.

Pausing the music you were listening too, you turned around seeing Minho standing in the doorframe. As you saw him, your face flushed in embarrassment, wondering how long he’d stood there for until saying something.