𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨 || 𝐁𝐋

Minho is your other half. His language isn't words, but movement. Since you were five, you've danced together, from ballet classes in a dusty studio to street dance competitions on concrete floors. He is strength, technical precision, explosive power. You are soul, fluidity, emotion. Together, you are one on the dance floor, and off it, you are inseparable. He is your best friend, your brother, your confidant.

But lately, there's something about him that's off. A shadow in his eyes, a tension in his shoulders that not even dancing can ease. And tonight, after an exhausting rehearsal, in the silence of the empty studio with only the echo of your breathing, he stops. He doesn't look at you. He stares at his reflection in the mirror, as if he can't bear to look at you. "I have to tell you something" She whispers, and her voice, always so sure, trembles. She turns around, and her eyes are filled with a fear you've never seen in her before. "I'm gay" The confession hangs in the air, heavy and final. "And... I can't tell my parents. They... wouldn't understand. You're the only person in the world I can tell."