[fic] bailamos

Jan 25, 2011 13:54


 bailamos
digitalbounce 
pg-13
jonghyun/minho
au; salsa instructor/student

for toomuchx3


"You need more passion," the instructor says plainly. Jonghyun crosses his arms over his chest, resisting the urge to scoff. Who the hell is he, this obnoxious (but not really, actually just sexy) salsa instructor guy, to tell him he's lacking passion? He has passion, thank you very much. He just would rather use it somewhere else. Like in bed, for example.

Oh, did he say that out loud?

Minho exhales, pushing the sleeves of his zip-up hoodie up his arms. "If you don't want to be here, don't come. Taking time-outs to deal with your lack of effort is seriously reducing the time that other students have..." His voice suddenly has a strange likeness with the adults in the Peanuts series, and Jonghyun's eyes flash from the taller man's dark eyes to his full lips. Oh hell, where he'd like those lips to be...

"..got it?" Jonghyun nods passively, mumbling an affirmative, and Minho flashes him a smile and thumbs-up, jogging back to the front of the studio. Oh. Well.

-

"Oh god," Kibum drawls, one leg crossed over the other, draped on the cafe's chair. Jinki is in between he and Jonghyun on one side of the table, eyes shifting tentatively between the two men, a bit of an awkward grin on his lips.

"It can't be that bad," he says to Jonghyun, who looks up at him, signature watery puppy eyes looking pathetically at him. Jinki sighs, reaching out to pat the back of his hand reassuringly.

"Oh, oh it is that bad. You have no idea how it is to see those hips rolling and spinning and holy damn he's just so hot and tall a-" Jonghyun's ramble cuts off, the man's cheeks flushing brightly, eyes locked on the door before he spins around in his chair, away from the door.

Kibum takes this and guesses (correctly, being best friends since the second grade gave him a sixth Jonghyun-sense) that said attractive salsa teacher happened to be on the premise, and he not-so-subtley spins around in his chair to face the door. And he had to admit, even his jaw dropped.

Minho had impeccable timing. He saunters into the cafe, earphones in, straight past their table and stood in the four or five-people-long lineup. For once, Jonghyun sees the trainer in something other than practice clothing-a pair of dark wash skinny jeans perfectly molded to his long legs, and a simple solid red slimming hoodie thrown ontop, with a black beanie on his head. Casual, but still cute. Jonghyun stares.

"Well shit," Key says, eyes almost bulging out of his eyes. Jinki, however, has an amused grin on his face, glancing from Jonghyun to Minho.
He chuckles.

"What are you giggling about?!" Jonghyun whispers loudly, hand blocking his face from Minho's view.

"You..have a crush on Choi Minho?" The accused's cheeks flush brightly, and he pouts, averting his eyes from Jinki.

"He's a close family friend! I can't believe...Minho-yah!" Jinki waves the younger over from his spot waiting near the pickup counter, and a bright smile drifts across the dancer's face.

"Jinki hyung! Fancy meeting you here," he chuckles, and that's when he sees Jonghyun at the table.

"Jonghyun-ah!" A firm yet somehow gentle hand claps onto Jonghyun's shoulder. "Funny to see you out of class!" An order is shouted from the counter-large steeped green tea, extra hot!- and he exhales.

"That's me-it was nice seeing you again, Jinki hyung, Kibum-ssi, Jonghyun!" He throws one last smile in Jonghyun's direction before fluttering (in a manly way) over to get his drink, a hand wrapped around the strap of his Puma duffle bag.

Jonghyun sighs, positively dreamy. "Green tea? He drinks green tea? Could he get any more perfect?"

"We're Asian," Kibum interjects, taking a dainty sip of his drink. "We all drink green tea."

Jonghyun scowls, aiming a kick in Kibum's direction. And Jinki laughs.

"Typical," Jonghyun mutters in Jinki's direction, the eldest of the three flushing slightly. "Of course you'd find Kibum adorable and funny."

"And wonderful!" Jinki adds in.

"Don't forget perfect," Kibum pipes up, throwing a bored look in Jonghyun's direction. "Stop taking out the fact you can't get your hotter than hell dance teacher to notice you, more than he does to tell you to stop slacking off at least, on us."

"It's not like that!" The table shakes slightly as Jonghyun leans forward and drops his arms on it, fists banging on the surface slightly.

"Oh, darling, it is."

"Ew, is that what you call Jinki when you fuck? Oh darling, oh Jinki darling, go faster, fas--" Jonghyun shuts up after Kibum knocks him in the head with a fist, eyes dangerously narrowed. But the blush on his cheeks is simply too adorable to take seriously.

"Kim Jonghyun, you're so dead." He mutters. Jinki keeps quiet, face buried in his hands as he tries not to wail in sheer embarassment.

"Besides, who said I bottom?"

"But you do!" Jinki interjects with his annoyingly cute grin. Kibum glares daggers at nothing while Jonghyun is simply rolling in amusement and laughter.

"O-oh..um..but you do...?"

"We'll see about that," Kibum smirks at Jinki darkly, standing up and flicking his silky hair off his forehead slightly, pulling Jinki up as he does. "Jonghyun, if you don't see Jinki at school tomorrow, you know what happened." With a wink from Kibum and a helpless pleading glance from Jinki, the couple disappeared out of the cafe.

"And then there was one." That all too familiar, satiny and deep, and a whole lot of other sensual and borderline sexual adjectives Mr Creative Writing Major Jonghyun could think up, emerged from behind him.

Aww, shit.

Minho settles in the chair across from him, long fingers wrapped around the large paper cup, an amused grin on his face.

"Were you going to leave too, Jonghyun?" Something in his voice gave Jonghyun the impression Minho didn't want him to leave. He must be imagining things. He doesn't even like Minho like that. He's just really hot and kind of perfect at everything. Unnervingly perfect.

Right? Just eyecandy.

But the way Minho smiles at him, gentle and shy yet friendly at the same time makes Jonghyun murmur a "no, I wasn't," and mirror his grin.

-

It lasts a lot longer than he thought it would. They talk for a good hour and Minho walks him home-Jonghyun being the sneaky brat he is takes the detour route that adds another fifteen minutes to the twenty it normally takes on foot. Thankfully the weather is forgivingly warm for them.

He finds out that Minho's an aspiring pediatrician, a year younger than himself, that works part time at his cousin's husband's studio for the cash to pay for med school. He likes soccer, food and video games (typical dude, Jonghyun teased him) and he dances because it's fun, pays good and his parents don't approve-he's not a rebel, but it's nice once in a while. Minho's music tastes vary like Jonghyun's, from ballads to classical to swing. The more they talk, the more Jonghyun learns, the more he's unsure whether or not that it's really eye candy that it's after. Maybe it's that sweet smile, maybe it's his perserverence with the students everyone else have deemed hopeless, maybe it's the way he does the smallest little good deeds like giving everyone a personal compliment as they leave class, or even visiting injured students that make him a good guy in general.

Maybe it's the way Jonghyun's heart beats a little faster and a stupid grin slides onto his face when he's thinking of all this.

-

"Okay, guys, good work today. I'll see you here next Friday, same time, same place." The class files out, tired and sweaty but satisfied after a good workout. Jonghyun gathers his things up, throwing his arm out to the side to shake it off when warm hands slide around it, catching the flailing limb in midair.

"You were good today, Jonghyun. Thank you for putting the effort in." Minho's smile is soft and grateful, for good reason. Jonghyun had worked exceptionally hard that class, taking Minho's earlier words to heart. He guesses the hardworking kid deserves that much from him (so he tells himself).

"Y-yeah," Jonghyun stammers out, blinking up into Minho's large doe eyes as he does. Minho grins again, nodding and letting go of Jonghyun's arm, and turns to go return to gather his things. Jonghyun watches him over his shoulder, a little bit disappointed but shrugs it off, returning to saunter sluggishly out the door and into the change rooms when Minho calls out to him. Surprised, Jonghyun hesitates but turns, urging himself not to get his hopes up too fast because they always lead to hi-

"I was wond- would it be weird if I-...Do you want to go grab tea after we're done changing? If you're not busy, of course. I'm off for the day."

"I'd like that," Jonghyun says with a grin. "I'd like it a lot

writing: fanfiction, fandom: shinee, status: complete, pairing: jonghyun/minho

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