Something More // Zhang Yixing

touch

You stumbled again for the nth time, your feet tangled up together and tripping over each other as you fought for balance. Yixing's hands, once again, steadied you, planted firm on your waist and keeping you upright.

"Dammit!" you cursed again as soon as Luhan cut the music, your flow having been disrupted by your tripping. Frustrated, you shook your head and sighed, "let's go again."

As you returned to starting position, standing facing Yixing, both your heads bowed, he murmured, "It's okay, Yejin. No one expects you to have it all perfect right away. We still have two weeks and six days. That's plenty of time."

Before you could respond, the music once again blasted through the speakers. The song Yixing had choreographed to was a dynamic one, with all kinds of changing beats and tempos. That meant the dance was equally dynamic, and as Yixing had begun walking you through it, you were intimidated, but he helped you all the way through. Whenever Baekhyun and Jongdae sniggered when you placed a foot wrong or stiffly tried a dance move for the first time, you resisted the urge to shoot them a dirty look, and Yixing would whisper assurances that you were doing just fine.

The dance began as a chase; unfortunately, you lead in a series of flowing moves around the room a huge circle, Yixing metaphorically "chasing" you as he followed you, always one beat behind you. That was until he caught up with you, longer legs offering a quicker pace so that he could lace his fingers through yours, pulling you back into his toned arms. However, the story your dance told did not end there so simply; instead, you broke free, your fingers slipping from his until he caught you again, his hand twirling you around and pulling you close. This time, your leg hitched around his hip, and as the beat slowed, you remained in his grasp, one of his hands holding the underside of your thigh, the other supporting your back. Your arms slipped slowly over his shoulders, bare skin on bare skin, your faces dipping closer until you could feel his breath.

As the song jumped back into its quicker tempo, picking up pace, you pulled away from him again, twirling out from beneath his arm, and yet again tripping over your own feet and, this time, smacking to the floor on your hands and knees before Yixing could catch you.

Letting out a loud groan, you sat back on your feet and were met by Yixing kneeling next to you.

"Hey, you okay?"

The music cut again, and you messily pushed your unruly hair away from your face, "Yep. Fine."

"Listen, it's past nine. Why don't we wrap it up?"

"What? No," you jumped to your feet, "no, I have to get this one move down. I have to."

"No, you don't, Yejin," Yixing insisted, but you waved your hand at him dismissively.

"I'm not leaving until I can pull it off."

"God," Baekhyun groaned, "we're going to be here forever then."

You folded your arms across your chest, deciding wisely to ignore Baekhyun's comment, and Yixing's hand cautiously landed on your shoulder. In the past three hours, you had become very accustomed to his touch; the dance was practically you two all over each other, and Yixing had seemed cautious at first while introducing you to it. You told him to keep it strictly professional when he asked if it was okay, and Yixing had done exactly that.

"Yejin, you should really go home and rest," Yixing sighed, testing his limits as he stood close to you, whispering in your ear and smoothing his hand across your back. "There's always tomorrow."

The fatigue and ache of muscles you had never used before got to you, and you succumbed to Yixing's quiet reasoning and gentle touch, "Okay, whatever. But, I will get that move down, I swear."