in exchange ; m!no & etienne
apolloxmino:
'Why the hell do I have to rehearse these sort of movements?' he grumbled at the back of his mind, a groan escaping the rapper as he reviewed his stance over the mirror across him, frustration evident on his expression as he continued carrying on the steps he could barely comprehend.
It was not unusual â the expression painted across his face could not be hidden despite sharing the room with an unknown trainee. The blonde-haired male was not necessarily a stranger, Mino had actually spotted him number of times across the same hallway, rehearsing every chance he can, just like he did, but for different reasons â while he spend hours training, he knew that the other male did it simply because he enjoys dancing his time away, literally. Yet, fate had never been on their side, not giving any chance to get acquainted, until now.
But the unknowingness between the two trainees would not censor Minoâs displease for the performance he was showing, and his companion seemed to be thinking the same way he did. The other maleâs voice was soft and Mino was pretty sure his comment was not meant for him to hear, but he did.
He should have been annoyed, especially if he was still his old hot-headed self. But no, in fact, the maleâs statement got Mino in wonder. Thinking that maybe â just maybe, heâll be able to give him his two cents regarding the choreography he is ruining.
Approaching the male with caution, he shrugged off the awkwardness lingering in the dance studio and spoke, the space left between them was just an arm-length, making it sure that the other would be able to apprehend his words.
"I heard that, yaâknow."
Minki didn't need to look up, he could very accurately sense the other man's pause. Displeasure was rolling off of him with each mistake or misstep. Embarassment curled in the trainee's stomach, motivating him to keep his gaze down, even as he felt the slow approach.
For a few long moments the teen stretched slowly, dragging the activitiy out and trying not to tense too much in anxiety. The idea that he had upset the other dancer hung heavy on him, seeming to thicken the air. Still, he lifted his head ever so cautiously when spoken to. Taking in the words with a slow blink he seemed to be looking for malice, and only swallowed when he found nothing threatening in the space between them.
"Sorry..." Sitting up and straightening from the folded up position previously occupied Minki shifted, moving on to stretch the other leg, eyes still on the man standing before him. His gaze was steady, a strange mixture of bashful and confident.
"I couldn't help from notice... Maybe you should take a break." Everything was forced looking, and when Minki found himself suffering the same sort of frustration with dance he always stopped himself before he strained. "Try again when you're fresh?" It was his most polite advice, honestly. Hopefully it was taken lightly and no insult was garnered. Â

















