A cough breaks the moment between them, and the building's security guard raises an eyebrow in somewhat of a threat. He's a keeper of the peace, after all; that includes enforcement of the university's code of moral conduct.

Locking lips with his boyfriend in the dorm's front hall, then—not that Luhan thinks that's what was necessarily about to happen anyway—probably violates something in that ethical rule book. Tao and Yixing would be able to tell him for sure, what with all the demerit points Luhan's friends have gotten for their public displays of affection over the years. He doesn't think about that now, though, not with his boyfriend still holding tightly to his hands as Sehun's words beat in rhythmic remembrances to the steadying thump of Luhan's heart beat.

"I feel the same way about you," the famous dancer had said. It feels like mere seconds earlier—which it was—but also like eons have passed since Sehun's confession. Either way, all the words of defeat Luhan spent the previous night formulating in the dance studio fly out of his head like wisps. He isn't ready for this, Luhan's mind tells him. But he called you "Baby," his heart responds, and it's weight is stronger in the war currently waging between Luhan's logic and his emotions.

"But you're amazing," he finally says, ending the long silence that hovered between them after the officer's intervention broke their bodies apart. "Up there, when you were dancing," he falters and wills his tears away. He's cried enough.

Sehun frowns and cups Luhan's face. His hands are as large and rough as Luhan remembers from that first night they met, and it's a strange comfort for someone Luhan barely knows to balance him so easily like this.

"I was dancing for you," Sehun tells him, sincerity pouring off his body like waves. "The students here have seen me dance before."

Luhan opens his mouth to protest. He's seen Sehun dance before too; there was the show a few months earlier, but the dancer's popularity started on the Internet, for god's sake. Before he can speak, though, Sehun's thumb brushes across Luhan's lips and the Korean man shakes his head.

"This time wasn't about them," Sehun finishes with a finality that Luhan can't help drowning in. "This was about us. You and me."

There's nothing Luhan can say to that except a genuinely curious "But, why?"

Sehun has the grace to look sheepish when he answers that he isn't really sure why. "At least," he amends, "not yet."

Luhan's entire countenance falls and he moves to detract his hands from Sehun's hold. Unsurprisingly, however, Luhan's boyfriend doesnt let him.

"Please, Lu-Lu," Sehun pleads, voice desperate and his lip worrying subconsciously between his upper and lower sets of teeth. "All I know is that I like you. If you really need a reason, give me time to figure this out." At Luhan's mod, tiny and tentative but also hopeful, Sehun's face breaks into a grin. "You won't regret this," he promises.

They both choose to ignore the security guard's disgruntled "I know I do!" Instead, Sehun pulls Luhan into another hug and whispers, "Go on a date with me?"

Luhan doesn't say it, but secretly he thinks, I thought you'd never ask.