unfinished but i'd feel worse if i skip now orz
" -- Passion. Are you listening to me, Sehun-ssi?"
Sehun blinks twice and looks up at his dance instructor, whose scolding him for something or another. He was too busy thinking about the choreography to pay attention.
She sighs, takes her hair band out and pulls her hair, tying it again. "I said you need to have more passion in you when you dance. The way you move -- you're too languid."
Sehun bites his lip and looks down, playing with the cap on his water bottle. "Sorry."
"Sorry isn't going to cut it when you're in front of judges."
"Isn't that just his style, though?" A voice interrupts, and Sehun looks behind him to see Luhan standing there, water bottle in hand. "I'm his partner. Do you think I'd enter the tournament with him if I thought he was lazy?"
"I didn't say laz-"
"He's as hardworking as anyone here. More so than half of them, even."
Sehun just stands there, unsure of what to do as the subject of their conversation, eyebrows furrowed.
The teacher lets out a sigh. "Don't practice too late this time," she says, throwing her bag over her shoulder and walking out the studio.
"Fuck her," Luhan mutters, sliding down the mirror to sit on the floor opposite to where Sehun's standing. "She knows you're practicing late yet still treats you like that. Pisses me off."
Sehun runs a hand through his hair. "Thanks," he says, joining Luhan. "I'm no good with stuff like that." He brings his knees close to his chest, keeping them there with his arms.
"Anyway," Luhan says after a few breaths. "I got us food, so. You owe me double now."
That makes Sehun look up, at least. "Oh do I?"
Luhan smirks, slipping a hand between Sehun's closed thighs. "I think so."
"This lazy dancer is supposed to be practicing, incase you forgot."
Despite his words, Sehun brings Luhan's face closer to his, hand cupping his jaw.