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“I didn’t know you could dance, Seungho.”
“Mm.” Seungho takes another step before gliding to the right, leading Nakyum with a smooth turn. Gravel crunches softly beneath their feet. “I’m glad. After all these years, I didn’t think I was still capable of surprising you.”
The glow of the streetlamps cast dancing shadows on the pavement, swaying in time with the car radio. Static blankets the song, distorting the harmonies. Nakyum hums along with it.
Chest to chest, hand in hand, the warmth shared between them staves off the cool spring night.
“It’s getting late,” Seungho whispers.
“One more song.”