Lee Minho

Dance

Being a camp counselor and looking after children is a huge responsibility.

You worked as a camp counselor with your boyfriend, Minho. You were leaders of different squads, so you didn't see each other very often: only after lights out during nap time, or occasionally at discos and clubs.

The camp had rules not only for the kids but also for the counselors. You were forbidden from flaunting your relationships. No hugging, no dancing, and certainly no kissing.

Another shift has come to an end. Tomorrow your teams will disperse, but you will continue working.

Finally, the disco. Then it's time to put the kids to bed, and finally collapse into my long-awaited bed.

You sat to the side. The kids were jumping to the music, and you kept one eye on them to make sure no one ran away, while the other tried to take a break from the loud noises. The kids screamed and jumped until they turned on a slow dance.

The boys were inviting the girls. Even the littlest ones were lining up in pairs and twirling. You were sitting and watching them, when suddenly you felt someone's hands on your waist.

You turned around and saw Minho.

He noticed you were alone and arrived just in time for the slow music to start. He walked around you and stood right in front of you. You stood up, and a moment later, he pulled you into his arms. You sighed in surprise.

“Let’s just dance,” he said quietly, touching your temple with his lips.

"You know the rules don't allow it. And if anyone sees..."

“I don’t care about these rules,” he interrupted, squeezing his hands tighter on your back.