one person watching Another person doesn't know.

One person cares. The other person doesn't know.

One person misunderstood The other person didn't explain.

And how will their love end?

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England

In the practice room, the tan-skinned man's slender figure was moving smoothly. He used his spirit to distill into beautiful gestures and charm. The expression on his face when he did what he loved looked like he intended to attract people. It's not difficult and I'm fine. Sehun is also stuck in that charm and can't escape it...

“Fuuuuuu…” A sigh sounded as Kim Jongin's practice today ended. He had put all his heart and soul into practicing hard because there would be a ball performance in less than a month. In the Nutcracker Christmas play, Jongin is chosen to play the key role of Nutcracker, a wooden English soldier doll that girls in London want to possess. The tan-skinned young man takes off his ballet shoes. He took out his favorite pair and placed them next to him before getting up to take a shower to cleanse himself after practicing half the night. The beads of sweat that had flowed down from his forehead, down his face to his neck, and disappeared around his collarbone, made him... He raised his sexiness level another ten levels. He took off the thin white shirt he wore during dance practice, revealing beautiful tan skin and a slight six-pack like a professional dancer. The sound of water from the shower hitting the tiled floor from time to time until he finished showering and returned to the practice room again.

“S...Shoes” Kim Jongin dropped his body down to the force of gravity when he discovered that his favorite shoes to be used in the performance were torn, leaving no shreds remaining.

Grrr... It was Oh Sehun who opened the door.

“Jongin, what are you doing? I'm going to close the practice room!” The tall, milky-white man let out an irritated voice.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” What was with those eyes that looked like they were going to eat my blood and flesh? Has anyone stepped on its tail?

“You...are you the one who did this?” The person who asked was so angry that the mercury broke.

“What did I do?” but the person who responded made a face?

“If it's not you, then who is it? Normally, at this time, there's only you and me in this building! Besides, the others also went back a long time ago!”

“Come on, tell me nicely, what am I going to do for you?!”

“So these are the shoes? You were the one who broke them, right?!” he asked loudly with tears streaming down his cheeks, not because he was sad, but because he was so angry at the person in front of him that the tears were flowing out.

“Hey, I didn't want to, I went out to buy some things and just came back, what time do I have to destroy your rotten shoes?!” When the tanned person passed by, the pale white person responded with a fierce response. different

“You lied, Oh Sehun, you didn't like me and ruined my shoes like when we were kids! I hate you!” The white man was taken aback for a moment by what Jongin had said. When he was young?... That's right. But now it's changed. Kim Jongin has changed a long time ago but you never saw it... When the other person understood that, he couldn't do anything but stand. Watch Jongin run away from Oh. This Sehun...

18 years ago...

In a ballet practice room in London, the capital of the kingdom, boy Kim Three-year-old Jongin awkwardly walks behind his mother into the practice room because it's his first day of ballet class today, and he just moved from his home country of South Korea, so he doesn't have any friends yet.

“Alright kids, today we have a new friend in class.” The sweet voice of Sehun's mother, Ozerin, called out to all the kids to gather together to get to know him, the tan-skinned kid with a shy personality. Embarrassed as usual, he could only keep his head pressed against his chest, not daring to look anyone in the eye.

“Jonggin, quickly introduce yourself to your friends.” The beautiful teacher bent down and said to him in a kind manner.

“Hello, my name is Kim Jongin,” he introduced himself with a trembling voice using the broken English phrase that his mother had just memorized earlier in the day.

“Hello!” All the kids greeted him back with cheerful voices and invited him to dance ballet together for fun throughout the class. Jongin was happy. The kid made a lot of new friends. Everyone in the class liked him even though we There was no communication except for the white-skinned boy, the teacher's son, who had been staring at him wide-eyed since he entered the class. After several weeks, the tan-skinned Korean boy mustered up the courage he rarely had to walk over and greet his fellow countrymen. White who had never spoken a word to him in the end

“Hello,” he said, his voice shaking with all his courage.

“Don't come near us! We don't like you!” Finished speaking, he grabbed Jongin's beloved ballet shoes and held them in his own hands. Then he ripped off Jongin's favorite ballet shoes, which were very old and had been used. He came so hard he couldn't stand it until the strap and the shoe finally broke apart. Boy Kim Jongin opens his mouth, tears filling his eyes pitifully.

“Huh...Hun, why did you break our ballet shoes?”

"I'm happy to do it. Why would you do it?" the white boy answered nonchalantly and threw away his shoes. After a few seconds, a loud cry sounded from the tan child, causing both the teacher and the child's mother to run over to see for sure. That ended with Sehun being punished by the teacher and Jongin getting a new pair of shoes...

After dwelling on the past for a long time, the tall figure stood up and walked over to pick up the paper bag he had just brought back from home. White hands slowly took out the contents as carefully as a person like him could. Rubbing it back and forth along the stitches he carefully sewed, it was handmade ballet slippers that he had made to give to his Kim Jongin, but Jongin seemed to hate him. already...

The tall man walked over to the tanned person's locker and gently placed his ballet shoes in the locker. Sehun stood and looked at it for a while, then turned around, his broad shoulders sagging like a sad person, and walked away. Come...he walked through the cold November air to return to his residence...the cold weather was not as cold as his heart right now...

After Jongin ran out of the practice room for a while and felt so tired that he couldn't continue running, he stopped and gasped for air into his lungs. White smoke came out when he exhaled. Damn it! Why was the air so cold? This size Oh! He forgot to take out his coat as well. The tanned man was annoyed with his own forgetfulness. No matter how much he didn't want to go back to the practice room, since he didn't want to freeze to death, he would have to go back and get it. What about the coat? Jongin ran to the front of the building where his practice room was, only to find that it was already locked!

Whose work could it be? That pale-skinned person! He thought irritably.

“Huh, Jongin and Sehun had a big fight, you really deserved it.” A slurred voice came from a street corner. He could have ignored it if his name wasn't in the conversation. The slender figure slipped inside. Nook between the buildings when he saw the shadows of two people walking towards him.

“Yes, Ren, I have been annoyed for a long time. Why does everyone have to praise me for being number one and why am I only number two?!” A sweet voice sounded along with the two figures of his own ballet classmate, Tami. N and Ren He stood frozen in that narrow alley, guilt like an insect eating away at his heart. What did he do here?

As the days passed, Jongin did a lot of things, including going to clear up the shoe issue with Taemin and Ren, and both of them apologizing to him, practicing, cutting outfits, and practicing show blocking, but there was one thing that still stuck. I didn't do it...sorry. Sehun, over the past several days, Sehun disappeared without a trace, as if he was not the owner of the practice room and had never been in Kim Jongin's world before...

On Christmas Eve, the day before a ballet performance, a tan young man decided to take a walk along the Thames, a large river that runs through the center of London. The beautiful views of the dry metropolis helped ease his symptoms. Ma very well. The tan man felt calm every time he looked at the surface of the water. He walked slowly and was about to turn around when his eyes collided with another pair of eyes who were looking right in. When their eyes met, the white man B looked away and started running.

“Yah! Oh Sehun, where are you going?!” The svelte figure immediately ran after the other person, but not before… Jongin stopped, gasping for air into his lungs, and because of the extremely cold air, white vapor floated from his thick lips. After standing for a while, snow began to fall...the first snow of the year.

“Heh, you must hate me, Sehun.” The tanned man laughed self-pityingly and began to embrace himself with both cold hands, small tears flowing down his cheeks and disappearing into the starting area. There was snow piled up.

“Yah! Oh Sehun, I'm sorry!! Come back and accept my apologies, you idiot!!!” shouted to another person with feelings of hurt, with tears streaming down his face and a nose that was redder than a reindeer's nose, shouting and shouting. He felt staggering and was about to fall down. Jongin closed his eyes and thought he would definitely fall, but strong arms stretched out to catch his body just enough.

"this! You have to perform tomorrow, why are you standing in the snow?!!” It was Oh Sehun who came to pick up Jongin.

“...Agreed to come out?” Jongin gave you a sweet smile.

“You did this to make me come out? And then stand here in the snow like this. If I'm sick tomorrow and can't perform, what will I do?!” He raised his voice at the person in his arms with concern.

“Are you...worried about me?” When he finished asking, Jongin felt the blood rush to his face.

"Yes! Worried about the latter, do not do this again, do you understand? "The building lap .... The eyes are worried like that, causing the heart to beat so hard.

“I asked, answer, Jongin!”

"thank you"

“Thank you for what?”

“Everything, including the shoes you made and the things that helped me today,” he said, smiling until his eyes closed.

"Do you know...about shoes?"

“Um, so you were the last person to come back from the practice room, right? If it wasn't you, then who would it be? How did you make the shoes fit so well?”

“There isn't anything about you that I don't know, Kim Jongin.” He said as he looked away, but Jongin saw those red ears.

“Is this your girlfriend?” Jongin's heart pounded again. Moreover, his brain was confused. He was asked to be his girlfriend. Why was his sentence so blunt and unromantic? But okay, he did. Being proposed to in the arms of a strong man is considered a little more romantic.

"Ah...um, I'm your boyfriend." As soon as he finished speaking, the tanned man immediately buried his face in the white man's chest, avoiding his embarrassment. But someone like Sehun definitely wouldn't let that happen. He raised his chin and got a better figure. Slowly moving his face closer, little by little, until his lips touched the same organ of his boyfriend, Jongin felt like he was floating on a cloud. A kiss this sweet and gentle was the first time he had received it, a touch that was cherished. He was like a precious piece of glass like this, making Jongin feel almost ashamed even though there was snow falling right now. The deep kiss continued. The white man sent his tongue into the other's mouth, causing the person to have a tan. They couldn't stand until Sehun had to tighten his arms even more. Clear water flowed from the corners of both of their mouths, but no one cared until the tanned man was nearly out of air and had to smack the tall man's chest. That protest made him break the kiss, but his strong arms still clenched his thin waist.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu”, the tan-skinned person let out a confused sound. He only acts like this when he is very shy. He wouldn't be able to do that in normal times. Isn't it manly?

“Haha, cute,” he complimented and stole another soft kiss on the cheek.

“Don't tease us!”

“Hahaha, I'm not teasing you.” His Jongin is really cute.

“Very good,” Jongin said, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head towards the man, leaning his face close to Jongin's ear, then whispering words that made Jongin feel so embarrassed he almost exploded...

"From now on, please introduce yourself..."Khun Fan""

END

It's finished. At the end, near the end, I was so dizzy and my brain was blocked. Ha!

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