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Dazed: KunTen

▹prompt: dazed
▹word count: 2056
 ▹genre: fluff
▹warnings: n/a

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His shadow glides across the floor just as gracefully as his body, each move executed with a perfected talent that captured Kun's attention right from the first note. No, from the moment he entered the room, in fact.

Kun's supposed to be warming up his vocal chords but all he's capable of doing is staring at this particular dancer. There are five other dancers chosen by management to accompany his latest ballad in a performance video, and they all move with stunning fluidity, their draping clothes flowing as they rehearse the most difficult spin, but the most hypnotising of them all is Ten. The two haven't spoken yet apart from the rushed introduction when they all arrived on set, and Kun's head races with too many conversations starters he wants to try out.

As Ten leads the other dancers through the routine, his passion for dance is obvious. Anyone could decipher that from the way his brow is set in concentration, then from the small smile of satisfaction that flourishes on his lips when he executes a jump that Kun would never even dare to attempt. As he lands with control, his shirt sleeve riles up to reveal the hint of a tattoo on his forearm. That definitely makes Kun more desperate to get to know him. He wonders what backstory the tattoo has. If there's a whole story behind it, or if it was just an impulse decision. Perhaps they can get matching tattoos in the future.

No. Don't get ahead of yourself.

"Are you ready to go?" A stylist appears in Kun's line of vision with even more hairspray, and he just about manages to choke out a confirmation, throat burning from the aerosol, which probably isn't great for his voice.

Kun was warned that they're on a tight schedule for the filming. With only five hours, two already wasted just for setting up and sorting out outfits, Kun's not sure they'll be able to get a decent cut. His eyes keep roving towards Ten. It's as though they're magnets, unavoidably attracted to his mesmerising figure.

The dancers do one final run-through. They're all amazing, yet Kun doesn't peel his eyes off Ten for the entire routine. He's dizzy from following the man's spins around him. Dizzily in love.

Soft pink and blue lights fill the studio, which reflect beautifully off Ten's white shirt and the glitter on his eyelids. Kun blinks and shakes his heads, distracting his trembling hands by fiddling with his in-ears for a bit until the director calls for the filming to commence.

Kun belts out each note. His eyes flutter shut from the emotions he feels, the melody carrying him away. But he comes crashing back down when he opens his eyes for them to land upon Ten in middle of a twirl. He very nearly falls off the stool he's perched on.

"Cut!" The director barks. Kun's voice dies out, the realisation that he somehow modulated to an entirely different key from the nerves hitting him, and a deep blush settles into his cheeks. Stylists swarm the set to prod at the dancers' hair and to fix Kun's eyeliner. It gives him a short break to catch his breath. He hums extracts of the song to himself as a reminder.

The second take doesn't go much better. Kun misses his entry into the second verse after the piano solo. He wrote and produced this song himself, so he feels shame that he's struggling. His managers put his unusual struggles down to the pressure of the camera with encouraging smiles and praises, yet Kun can't help but notice their glances at their watches, time forever against them.

The dancers have been hired for five hours today, but Kun wishes for so much longer. He wants to get to know Ten, spend long days and nights with him, the rest of his life, even. He's perfect.