The Last Dance - Prologue
Title: The Last Dance
Chapter: Prologue
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Rating: PG-13 for this one. (some chapters will be NC-17)
Genre: Angst, Romance
Pairing: 2MIN, onesided!MinYul, JongYu, DongKey
Disclaimer: Only own the story (sadly).
Summary: Dancing is what brings them together. But what if it's also what takes Minho away from Taemin?
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The stage light was blinding. Taemin felt his heart thumping against his ribcage in an almost uncomfortable rate, but he couldn’t help the adrenaline rush building, making him excited. He waited for his cue before stepping out towards the center of the stage.
There was someone there. The familiar looking tall guy who has big pair of doe-like eyes… Minho? Minho smiled at him tenderly - almost lovingly, and Taemin felt himself smiling in return.
The music started and they both moved along with the rhythm. It was a dance Taemin never knew he mastered before but he did. And Minho was dancing with him, completing his moves. It was couple dance… Or was it?
Minho took Taemin’s right hand and Taemin did a swirl. Now this is the part where they separate and dance towards the end of the stages before running into each other’s arms at center stage. Taemin did a few spins as he headed towards the left while Minho went to the opposite direction.
A spark of light caught Taemin’s attention and his eyes widened in surprise as Minho was dancing right below a heavy stage light. The cable was definitely tampered as there were sparks there - giving Taemin the signal that the stage light would dysfunction and fall off anytime soon.
“Minho!” He tried to scream, but Minho gave him a weird look. A look between confusion as to why Taemin was speaking while in the middle of performing a dance item and feeling anxious at the way he called him without the honorifics “hyung”. Because Taemin never called him without “hyung” when it’s not something serious.
Minho was still dancing his part, but Taemin was now running towards him. The stage light’s cable snapped in a harsh sound and Taemin threw himself at Minho, hoping that he wasn’t a second too late and-
RINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!
Taemin let out a yelp of surprise as he sat up on his bed, pajamas soaked in cold sweats. He was panting - heart still beating in a fast rate as he scanned his surrounding. Of course, he was in his own bedroom and it was time to get up.
“It’s a dream.” Taemin finally realized. “Oh, what the… No way.”
Taemin came from a family who has a weird ability to dream about future. His dreams would always happen - he dreamt that his neighbor’s cat would get stuck at the rooftop one day and it happened - that his cousin Onew would fall down three flights of stairs and get hospitalized with nothing but an injured toe and it came true - and so on.
He dreams of things that will come true in real life but he had never cared so much about all these dreams.
But he just dreamt that he and Minho would be performing together for an item and then there would be an accident. How the hell was he not supposed to care about that?
Choi Minho. The man who had been occupying Taemin’s mind 24/7 ever since last spring when they both got the chance to perform a two-minutes dance for the school’s anniversary stage. Taemin befriended Minho and they shared a great chemistry while performing. They had made a promise to go for the audition of the upcoming recital together.
“Taemin?” A faint voice called. “Are you up? You’ll be late for your class.”
“I’m awake, Key.” Taemin replied - his voice slightly shaky. He still hadn’t recovered from the after effect of his dream.
He got off his bed and went towards his clothing rack to find for his dancewear. His eyes immediately caught the sight of a framed photograph of him and his late mother. Her voice echoed in his mind and he couldn’t help sighing.
“Remember, even though we have this ability to predict future, if we tried to change certain things from happening, we’d suffer from the consequences. Nobody messes with the flow of nature.”
“I remember, Mom.” Taemin gritted his teeth. “But what am I supposed to do now?”