"And... one two three and, one two three and, one two three..."

A pair of legs glided on the metal floor, their owner diligently followed the tutorial flashed in the computer. They were mindful of the cramped conditions in their room. Their moves were a little clumsy, but they never showed any sign of giving up. In fact, after their little stumble on the floor, they only giggled and went right back up on their feet.

"Okay, let's do this again."

They glided over the floor again, imitating the moves they saw in the video, their count coincide with it. Their moves became a little more refined, but still left room for improvement. They did not realise when the door was left ajar. Only when a voice greeted them that they had realised they had an audience.

"BoBoiBoy, what are you doing?"

Once again, BoBoiBoy fell on their butt, prompting the other party to enter the scene. The boy in mauve just facepalmed upon seeing them greeted him by smiling from ear to ear.

"I'm learning how to waltz."

Fang reached out to BoBoiBoy and they took his hand. He pulled them back on their feet. They thanked him and took him for a spin, literally. This stunned him.

"Hey, that's dangerous!" Fang huffed in annoyance. They apologised.

Then he realised that his dear friend was happier than they usually were. Curiosity had taken over him; he had to ask.

"So, did anything happened today? You look happier."

"Really?" They sat on the edge of the bed, patting the space beside them. Fang followed. "I'm bored. I've played the guitar, practised karate, I've even baked some cupcakes. It felt a little disconcerting to have time off so suddenly. But learning waltz was kind of fun."

Fang silently nodded. Truth be told, he was bored too. But he knew what to do with his spare time. As he was back from his marksmanship training, he had his books waiting for him in his room. And he was not going to let anyone, especially BoBoiBoy, to-

"Fang, are you busy? Wanna practice with me?"

Called it. He called it. He was not going to give in. The books were begging to be read. But BoBoiBoy's gleaming eyes and charming smile ever so slowly ensnaring him. He must refus-

"Okay. What do I need to do?"

He was weak. So, so weak. There was nothing he could do especially when it concerned about them. Fang cursed at himself for giving in so easily like this. Now his plan for relaxation was screwed.

BoBoiBoy prompted Fang to stand up and played the video. They both stared at the video, mentally taking notes on what they had to do.

"Okay, since you're taking the women's role..." BoBoiBoy pressed their body against Fang's, their hand on his back while the other held his left hand. He could physically feel the blush creeping on his cheeks and he immediately pried away from their touch.

"Wh- why am I taking the women's role? You're the one who should do it!"

The boy standing beside him was surprised at his reaction. He just smiled and took his hand.

"Of course. I can take women's role if you want. But let's switch later, okay?"

Fang reluctantly nodded. The hand that was in their touch was warm. But it was inviting. He squeezed it.

"Okay. But let me watch the video again."

They both watched the tutorial on BoBoiBoy's computer. They went on to practice their positions as they paused the video. Fang's left hand was gingerly placed behind BoBoiBoy's back, and his right hand held onto their left's.

BoBoiBoy's left hand was placed on his shoulder. They both stood at attention, following the instruction.

They both realised that they just paused the video. So BoBoiBoy had to break pose to play the video again. Quickly, they rushed into their positions. They both followed the instructions to a T.

BoBoiBoy felt the hand behind them now was holding them close. It made them glad that he was not awkward with this now. BoBoiBoy looked into Fang's eyes, now ready to do this for real.

"I'll play music now, what do you say?"

This was bad. Really bad. Their eyes were the only view he could see. It was captivating that his heart was amping its beat per minute. He was paralysed. Everything he watched just now left his memory. There was no way he was going to recover from this.

"O- okay..."

BoBoiBoy played the music and then they returned to position. It was getting awkward to stand in position for so long. They shook him by the shoulder, letting him know that they were ready.

"Fang, are you okay? Do you remember the steps that you'd need to take?"

Fang was afraid to answer that. So he just nodded. But it was a lie. He did not remember anything. Which foot goes where again?

"Okay so follow my lead." BoBoiBoy slid their left leg backwards. "Right foot one," then their right foot to the side, "then left foot slide two," and finally dragging his left foot to his right, "and right foot slide three."

He was getting the hang of it. Thinking back, the waltz was easy. Especially with them leading. In due time, they both could do it, following closely to the slow beat. As he struggled with his rhythm still, they urged him to not look down, but up to where their face was instead. The butterflies made themselves be known again. It was painful.

Getting this close with the love of his life, without them even knowing about it, was too painful for him to bear. His racing heart calmed down as he felt theirs. Seeing no resistance came from them, Fang leaned in close...

...and buried his face in their shoulder.

"Fang? Are you okay?"

Honestly, why was he in love with an idiot? All they did making his heart jumped whenever they were around, his heartache whenever they would flash that unknowing smile. Being parted from him was the loneliest he had ever feel. Never a day goes by that he would not long for their touches. If only they were not restricted by their beliefs, oh the things he would do to them. All these strong emotions were swirling inside his head, and they had no idea...

"Let me... stay like this. Please..."

He begged. Their legs were still moving along with the slow beat of the music. But BoBoiBoy was not the one leading anymore. Minutes passed and it had gotten too heavy for Fang to lead this dance. He was not sure if they had wanted this. So he came to a stop, in which BoBoiBoy followed suit.

"Fang? Do you want to talk to me about anything?"

BoBoiBoy's voice was soft, soothing. And he wanted to hear it more. But being in this position, added with his slipping control on his desire, he decided against it.

He broke away from the embrace, smiling sadly.

"It's okay, BoBoiBoy. I'm just tired. Please excuse me."

He dragged his feet back to his room and flumped into the soft confines of his bed. Sometimes he wished that he was born without emotions. It would be easier to deal with life in general, to be quite honest. But until his impossible wish would come true, he will keep these fantasies all to himself.