“You’ve never slow danced before?” Your boyfriends jaw is hanging, expression surprised, because you just told him you’ve never slow danced before.

“You’ve never slow danced with a guy before?”

”Well.. actually, not with anyone.” You feel your cheeks start to burn as you have to admit to your inexperience.

A few minutes later, after Minho’s excessive scrolling through spotify, he found a romantic song he seemed fit and he scrambled up from his seat, urging you to do the same. He walks to the middle of the floor, where the hall meets the rest of the rooms, and he holds out his arms.

“Come on, I’m teaching you. No way I’m gonna let you brush it off after hearing that.”