part two hundred and twenty one

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"I think you weirded him out a little," Chanyeol says when Baekhyun shuffles inside their room after vocal practice.

"Huh?" Baekhyun says. He flops onto his bed, face-first, and kicks his legs up at the knee, toes brushing against his back. "Who?"

"Lu Han told me Yixing told him he thought you were a bit strange after you visited the dance studio this morning," Chanyeol rattles off. "Something about creepy staring? Not sure."

Baekhyun remembers the whir of the big fans set up in each corner of the practice room when Jongdae had led him inside. The blue-sky-white-cloud background room was their main practice area, but the AC had gone out earlier, apparently, and everyone was slouching around in sweat-stained shirts, pouring water down their throats.

Baekhyun had stuck close to the wall, just watching. The extent of his experience with idol group dancing involves a lot late night partying to SNSD's music at the noraebang and his friends' houses, so he felt a bit shy watching everyone move sinuously across the floorboards like it was nothing. I have to do that in the future,

Jaewon, the choreographer and dance coach, had sent him an easy smile from the water dispenser. "Unfortunately, I can't crack the whip for you yet," he said, and Baekhyun laughed. "You can watch, though. We're rehearsing some stuff for a SHINee showcase coming up later in the summer."

The first thing that caught Baekhyun's eye was an otherwise unassuming boy near the front of the room, right up against one of the big mirrors stretched across the wall. When the music came up over the speakers he whirled into motion, specks of sweat flying from his hair, quick and precise motions of his body. Baekhyun hadn't realized his jaw had dropped until Jongdae laughed and closed his mouth for him, a finger tucking beneath his chin to push it back up.

Chanyeol is watching him from the other bed, a curious look in his eyes. At least now Baekhyun knows the dancer's name. Yixing. Foreign. So one of the Chinese trainees, then. "He was really good at dancing," Baekhyun says lamely, burying his head in his pillow to hide his face. Now that he's horizontal, all the weariness of training descends upon him like a torrential downpour. He could sleep for a week, probably, if he didn't have to get up and do it all over again in the morning.





Baekhyun doesn't start serious dance training until two weeks after he's become a trainee. He has to learn how to bend his body in ways that he didn't even know he could bend, and it's hard, grueling work at first. He forgets to stretch one morning after running in late and feels it for the next three days, his calves sore, arms aching, the small of his back twinging whenever he stands upright. Jongin has some foul-smelling pain patches that he lets Baekhyun appropriate until the bad period passes.

Sometimes, Yixing practices with them. Baekhyun quickly memorizes the regular rotation of training; he's with Jongin and Chanyeol and Kyungsoo on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Tuesdays and Thursdays he's with Yixing and Lu Han and Jongdae. Baekhyun ends up standing together with Yixing at the water dispenser about a month into training. "Sorry," he blurts out, in between sips of water, and Yixing turns his blank eyes towards him. "For creeping you out the first time we saw each other."

"Oh," Yixing says. "I mean—it's okay. It doesn't matter." He smiles, a dimple carved into his cheek. "I just assumed you were confused."

"No," Baekhyun says, and is painfully aware when Yixing shuffles close into his space to get to the water spout. "You were just—I like watching you dance."

Yixing pauses for a moment, and then all the tensions melts from his shoulders. "That's it?"

"What do you mean, that's it?" Baekhyun says, a bit put out for some reason he can't put his finger on. "You're really good!"

Yixing flushes a little, the red scrawled high over his face. "It's nothing special," he demurs, and takes a long sip of his water.

"I couldn't dance like that if I tried for the rest of my life," Baekhyun says. He grins when Yixing's expression turns more gratified.





Yixing wanders in early the next Tuesday with a package from FamilyMart in his hands. Baekhyun's there because vocal lessons let him out ahead of schedule, and he's been killing time on his phone. "I got this stuff," Yixing says in stuttering Korean, wandering toward the bench Baekhyun's reclining on, "but I don't actually know what they are. The lady at the store told me they were good and put it in my bag for me."

Baekhyun peers inside and laughs. "They're just cheese puffs, Yixing."

"Cheese puffs?" He blinks rapidly. Confusion is so cute on him, Baekhyun thinks, and tamps down on his instinct to reach out and brush a hand over Yixing's face. "What's that?"

"It's—" Baekhyun is, for once, lost for words trying to think of an adequately simple explanation for Yixing. "They're delicious," he finishes, and fishes a packet out of the FamilyMart bag. "Here, try one."

Yixing goes a little cross-eyed gazing at the cheese puff Baekhyun's holding out between his thumb and forefinger. Baekhyun expects him to take the puff himself and put it in his mouth, but Yixing surprises him, the same way he had the first time they met and he'd whipped into motion on the dance floor. Baekhyun watches Yixing bend his face forward as if in slow motion, his warm lips wrapping around the tips of Baekhyun's fingers as he takes the cheese puff into his mouth.

Baekhyun can still feel the heat of the inside of Yixing's mouth even as he draws back, crunching on the cheese puff.

"Ah," Yixing says, satisfied. "I know." He rattles off a long string of Chinese and gives Baekhyun a nod of satisfaction. Baekhyun drops his wet hand and wipes it discreetly off against the fabric of his pants, trying to ignore the way his dick is stirring.

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[(Anonymous)]

i love this i wish you'd write more for this. never enough pre debut fics u__u