#*el tango de roxanne starts playing on the background

[rosie-tyler]

Jealous jealous jealous boyy~

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Dance With Me {1} || zyx

Genre: Fluff (though it might get a little hot—)

Pairing/s: YouxYixing

Description: Yixing was attempting to learn the tango. You just happened to be one of the tango instructors in the dance studio he frequents in. Me attempting to write a mini-series. *dabs*

Parts:  {1, 2 , 3, MB & PL}

Word Count: 1, 984

You found him with his arms raised up awkwardly in the air and it took you a moment to realize that he was doing the posture required for tango. You paused at the open doorway, unable to help it as you quietly peeked in. The familiar opening notes of El Tango De Roxanne played in the quiet room. You watched without sound as he tried to practice the dance without a partner. You knew it was difficult to do so and soon, he was discovering it for himself as well. Sighing in frustration, he stopped halfway to the routine and went to his phone, pausing the music playing from the speakers connected by Bluetooth. You were just about to leave when he looked up and caught your eyes through the mirror.

“Um, could you please leave? I’d like to practice al—“ He paused open getting a clearer look of your face. “Oh, Miss Y/N! I’m so sorry! I didn’t recognize you because the lights were too dim.”

Zhang Yixing is one of the instructors of the dance studio you work in. While you taught tango, he taught hiphop. You never really crossed paths unless there was a general meeting or you happen to assist other instructors in their classes or presentations.

You chuckled a bit, saying, “It’s okay. It was rude of me to snoop, anyways. So, you’re practicing tango, right?”

He nodded, smiling slightly and his cute dimples showed. You tried not to get too distracted by them as you heard him answer, “Uh, I am. Now, I feel awkward because a professional tango instructor is in front of me and I’m pretty sure my dance earlier wasn’t up to my usual caliber.”

You shook her head gently then, leaning against the door frame. “It’s understandable. Tango is done with two people dancing. Be glad I recognized the dance even though you’re doing the routine alone” you half-teased although it was true. It’s quite hard to guess tango if it’s danced by a single person who doesn’t have enough skills. Yixing obviously had the potential in being a fantastic tango dancer and given his background in dancing, has the good foundation for skills development, too.

“May I come inside the room?” you asked politely, noticing Yixing drifting off into space again. It seemed like he did that a lot, even when he’s in dance classes. No, you don’t stalk him in class. Sometimes, you pitch in and help your fellow instructor every once in a while whenever they need class demonstrations. You just so happened to be quite versatile when it comes to various dance genres.

He looked up in surprise, jolted out of his reverie. Slowly, he nodded and you tentatively moved inside the room. You opted to lean against the wall right beside the door, thinking this as a comfortable distance for him.

“You can come closer, Miss Y/N. I don’t bite” he joked. You quirked an eyebrow upwards in reply, not really expecting that from him but not entirely surprised. You’ve seen how much of a tease and joker he could be around people he was comfortable with.

Chuckling to yourself, you retorted just as playfully, “I don’t exactly have a reason to move closer towards you, MIster Yixing.”

He blinked in a daze for a few moments before a light dusting of pink spread across his cheeks. “... Right. I actually need your help for this routine since you’re a tango instructor. I thought i asked you already, that’s why I said that. And I mean, you don’t have to say yes. I’m fine if you decline due to reasons.”

You couldn’t help it. A giggle escaped past your lips as you pushed yourself off the wall and approached him. “Relax, I’d actually like to help you so you can stop fidgeting” you told him reassuringly, stopping just a few steps away from him. Crossing your arms, you asked, “So, what kind of help do you need, Mister Yixing?”

He was slightly taken aback by how you simply addressed him using his first name and an honorific. He knew you were like this with everyone but seeing as you looked almost the same age as he is, it felt a little... weird for him for you to speak like that to him. Also, he figured you would be a little more relaxed since you’re both alone. It confused you for a moment because you were just being professional so why did he look bewildered? Of course, you were only doing that since it was strictly a colleague-to-colleague interaction at the moment. However, he offered you a dazzling smile that had butterflies erupting in your stomach.

“You can call me Yixing if you want, Miss Y/N” he told you. “I, um, actually needed help with the tango routine because... I don’t have a partner.”

You raised an eyebrow at him in incredulity. Practicing tango without a partner? It was obvious he knew how ridiculous it sounded, too, because he was grinning sheepishly at you. “You mean to tell me that you’re doing this routine but you don’t have a partner yet?” you said slowly, trying to understand and see if you got that right. Wordlessly, he nodded. You let out a low whistle. “Zhang Yixing, how the hell are you going to push through with this performance if you don’t have a partner?”

“I was actually on a hunt for a partner” he admitted, his eyes wide at your use of his full name. He had only talked to you for a few minutes and you already had him scrambling as he tried to keep up with your unpredictability. “However, no one seemed to be skilled enough to keep up with the routine.”

“What do you mean ‘not skilled enough’? Dude, that’s like, your average tango routine!” you said in indignation, not realizing how informal you were with your speech until you saw his eyes widening. Cursing yourself mentally, you hastily added, “Sorry, it just slipped. I didn’t mean to be—”

“It’s okay” he said politely. “I really don’t mind. I think it makes me more comfortable if you’re slightly more casual around me. We’re colleagues, anyways, and we look just about the same age and yeah, the routine was average so I was really wondering why no one wanted to partner up with me.”

You smiled at him in amusement before saying, “Well, we are of same age, though you’re older by at least half a year. So, what are you going to do if you don’t end up finding a partner before your dance presentation?”

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. It was obvious he had thought about this and the end result of his mulling wasn’t good. “I guess I’d have to change my routine and probably end up doing something else entirely” he answered. “I really wanted to do the tango, though. I just want to show people that I can dance other genres, not just the hiphop, hard-hitting stuff.”

You looked at him for a long moment, contemplating. He was still standing there, frozen under your otherwise out-of-it gaze as you thought. Then, your eyes refocused on his face as you tentatively said, “Well... if you want, I can help you practice while you look for a partner. Then... if you don’t find anybody else, I’m willing to help a colleague out.”

His face was blank for a moment, his usual expression, before his lips cracked into a wide, delightedly relieved grin. “You have no idea how much weight was just taken off my chest” he said, the tips of is ears turning red. You kept the small smile on your face as he continued, “I’m really grateful for the help but I want to be really sure that you’re okay with this and everything because— “

“Yixing, it’s fine. Really. I like helping out people” you told him sincerely, playing it off with a light shrug. That didn’t remove the grin off his face, though.

“Thank you so much, Miss Y/N” he finally said, flashing you his million-watt smile. And you had to laugh at his expression; otherwise, you’ll turn into mush because that was how soft he could make you with just his angelic smile and cute dimples.

“You’re welcome, Yixing” you replied, his name easily rolling off your tongue. You had started walking backwards, keeping your eyes trained on his face. “For now, you should rest. I’ll let you know when we could start practicing together and when I’m usually available.”

“You didn’t get my number” he said in confusion. You breathed out an amused laugh and replied, “There are other ways to keep in touch other than getting someone’s number, Zhang Yixing.”

And with that, you left the confused and bewildered man alone in the practice room.

It was three days after when you managed to find the time to talk to him. It was lunch break and like the last time you saw him, he was practicing alone. You frowned because why didn’t anyone want to step up to the challenge of learning the tango routine? Besides, wouldn’t they consider it a nice bargain if your partner is as handsome as—

Okay, don’t go there, Y.N.

“Hey. It’s Y/N.” You made a beeline towards the stunned man, who stopped in the middle of a spin and flashed him a smile.

“Sorry, I’ve been really busy and my beginners’ tango class was frustrating me. They weren’t progressing like I hoped. I’ve tried every method I knew to motivate them to work harder but no such luck. Oops, I think I’m rambling already. I’m sorry. Again...” you awkwardly trail off, unsure on how to transition from this atmosphere to a professional one so you could start the routine.

He smiled and saved you from further embarrassment as he said, “No, it’s okay. Do you want me to start with the routine so you could distract yourself from that stressor?”

You nodded gratefully, finding the gesture oddly sweet and stepped back as he started dancing to the routine. You could guess how some positions would go based on how they progressed but you still listened intently to Yixing when he started teach you the sequence of the dance.

“I would say you did a fantastic job but it is expected from a tango instructor. Still, great job, Miss Y/N. I’d like to think we make a great team” he said, his dimples making an appearance again as he smiled. You both were panting after practicing the parts that you’ve finished learning. It may not be complete yet but you knew that the end result would be absolutely satisfying.

“We are a great team” you agreed in a light manner, nudging him slightly. You smiled and started walking backwards, away from him. “That concludes our session for now. Are you still going to practice later?”

Yixing seemed to hesitate to answer before finally nodding. “Yes, I am. After my last hiphop class at six-thirty. You don’t have to join me if you’re busy. I think I got the hang of it already. Practicing with you just helps polish how the moves should go with a partner.”

You nodded in understanding then and abruptly stopped. He looked at you curiously before you beamed at him widely and said, “Well, do you like spicy tteokbokki?”

He looked stunned for a moment. “Um, yes. Why—?”

“I’m free by seven in the evening since that’s the dismissal of my last class” you said simply.

He smiled, illuminating his angelic features as he replied, “I hope you like cola, then.”

You turned on your heels to walk away. “I’m holding you to that, Zhang Yixing” you called over your shoulder. You didn’t look back to see his reaction. You just continued on your merry way, humming the tune of his tango piece under your breath.

Just popping by to wish everyone a Merry Christmas!

[xxreadersxx]

{So since nobody gave me a grouping (lol) I picked my own. Tsukishima, Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi. Warning: May cause anxiety, a little bit sexual? I just needed a warning I think lol ok hope you enjoy! (BTW this songfic is more of a ‘I listened to this song as an inspiration, but the fic itself doesn’t need the song, ya know?)}

SONG: ‘El Tango De Roxanne’ from Moulin Rouge (youtube, Spotify)

Darkness consumes my sight. Where is this? Where am I? My mind blanks and all I see is black. I breathe a shaky breath. Music begins far away. My feet begin to move to the guitar. I look down and my naked body moves on its own, my hands crossing my body from my hips, then to my shoulders, then stretching up to the ceiling. I should be scared, but somehow I find comfort in the darkness.

Out of the dark, hands grasp into my own and a body presses against mine. Looking at the chest I feel my own red-frilled dress sway at my knees and a broad tux-covered chest pressed tightly against my own as we start to move in the void. I look up and the glare of glasses sparks in my vision. Behind the glasses, yellow eyes peer at me and a smirk plays on his lips. My mind can only ask silently who this tall boy is, but cannot make my lips move. He curtly whips my form around, dipping me harshly, my head falling backwards almost deep enough to touch the floor. Every movement calculated and hard, like he’s trying to break me. I shiver. He tightly grasps around my waist and neck and whispers, “The way you look at me makes me think you like me, am I wrong?”

The darkness surrounds me again as his form vanishes in a fine mist or pure white sparkles. The music continues, the violins causing bumps to form on my skin as I stumble around a bit.

Suddenly, warm arms wrap around me from behind hungrily, and lips lock onto my right ear, nibbling it softly. Grabbing at the large arms, I see my snug leather dress wrinkling from his tight embrace. Twisting me around firmly, he grabs my hands and twirls me under his arm. Locking fingers back together, and grabbing his shoulder, half for balance, and half for posture, he holds my low back, pressing me up against his hips. With his glossy black hair over one eye, and a lazy smile on his lips, his figure bends over mine slightly. I start to feel myself melt in his dark stare. Releasing my hip, he turns away, and I unfold away from him, wanting to run, but he only pulls me back, hurting my shoulder with the harsh tug. I spin like a top back into his embrace, my shoulders against his chest. He pushes my foot with his, and we glide to the side. His left hand grabs firmly onto my hip. I stare up to my right hand as his fingers trail down my arm slowly. His lips whisper into my ear, “May I be the one to take you home tonight, kitten?”

With a puff of red steam, he disappears, re-obsorbed into the blackness. My body grows cold, my feet beginning to ache from moving against my will. I close my eyes, hugging my body.

A soft, chilling hand embraces my cheek and I open my eyes slowly. Irises of gunpowder blue look lazily into my own as his hands glide slowly down my body and relax on my hips. My hands slide up his arms at the same pace and rest on his shoulders. I shudder, his cool air causing my skin to burn under his intense glare and thin fingers. My long, blue dress sways against my ankles as he twists me around, placing my shoulder blades against his chest. I reach up and grab his sharp jaw, and down to hold the hand at my hip. Crossing my one leg in front of the other, we move forward, our hips twisting in time to the music. He breathes in the scent of my neck, kissing under my ear gently. Exhaling, his voice huskily escapes his throat, “You think you can play me and run? No. I don’t think so.”

His body melts down my back as his form dissolves into the ground. I shiver, my hands shaking and a bad feeling sinks into my heart.

Both of my hands are grabbed in that moment and my heart drops to my stomach as I’m swung around like a doll. My arms are stretched out and my gold-glittered train twists around my calves as he suddenly stops the turn. Looking up at my partner, his duo toned-hair spikes behind him and his smile blinds me. My eyes widen as his laugh echoes out into the darkness. Pulling me close sloppily, I collapse into his chest. He grabs my hand, almost crushing it in his strong grip, and his other hand slams into my back, trapping me between his muscled arm and hard chest. I gasp at the tightness, but he doesn’t seem to hear me, continuing his steps and turns. Harshly, he grips onto my waist and I’m left to his mercy as he lifts me above his head. I grab onto his shoulders and look down into his wild eyes. Pulling me back down slowly, he wraps his arms around my waist, suspending me against his chest in the air and yells, “I’ve been watching you dance for a while,” he closes his eyes, only to then open them halfway, his aura changing, “you will be mine.” And I fall out of his embrace as he disappears in a cloud of soft grey feathers. I land hard on my feet, then collapse onto my knees hard, gasping for air as the darkness now suffocates me.

Suddenly the violins seem shrill and distant, the soft guitar’s plucking a verbal attack on my eardrums. My heart beats like a drum visibly shaking my chest and reverberating in my head. My breathing is erradic. I close my eyes for a second time, hoping this nightmare will end now.

Opening my eyes, the music makes my shoulders tremble and my hands shake. I notice glossy black shoes and look up. The men now surround me and wrap their arms around my body at different places, picking me up off the ground. The music crescendos and asaults my ears, invading my mind. Hands caress my waist, my face, my shoulders, my lips. Every inch of my body is touched as I twist and turn trying to evade their fingers. The boisterous man takes my hand and caresses his face with my palm, the cool touch of the gunpowder-eyed suitor pulls at my hips from behind, my other arm is getting kissed roughly by the blonde, all the way from wrist to shoulder. My legs are being hugged by the glossy haired seducer, his lips curl into a hungry grin as he looks up at me from my thigh, his hands stretching around me and up to grab at my back. All of their eyes look as if they want to devour me. My breath no longer enters my lungs fast enough and I start to choke. Tears pool in my eyes and stream down my cheeks. The dangerous atmosphere makes my skin crawl and they hold me tightly, tight enough that I can feel all of their hearts beating in one cadence. They speak at once, their voices echo in my mind as my feet lose purchase and my mind rips apart.

“You are mine.”

I shoot up in bed, my sweat drips from my face as I feel myself with my hands. My eyes dart around my empty bedroom as I gasp for air. In the background, I can hear muffled music and my heart stutters at the sound. I clutch at my blankets and rub my forehead. I reach for my phone, reminding myself that it was just a dream, and I turn on the device, blinding myself for a few moments.

Blinking away the flash imbedded in my sight, I take in the screen. The song playing sends a shiver down my spine, ‘El Tango de Roxanne’ is displayed on the cell and pictures from my dream flash through my mind. Turning off the song, I shiver and lay back down, closing my eyes once more, hoping for a much more relaxing rest. As my mind slips into a reverie, I doze off.

Darkness consumes my sight. Four voices reach my ears like a cult’s chantings.

“There is no escape, my love, not even in death.”