[EDITING] TOUCH | Nakamoto Yuta

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Early Squad where you at~

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"Yuta-hyung! There you are, come here!" An arm wrapped around his waist right as he reentered the practice room, he jumped, shocked and surprised as he looked to Jungwoo who was guiding him towards a corner of the room, passing the other nineteen boys who were chatting with each other or were with the choreographer asking about some moves.

"Eh? Is there something wrong Jungwoo?" He asked concerned.

Stopping in front of the mirror, the taller stood in front of him, hooking both arms around his waist, "Yes!" He exclaimed, "You need to work on Work It, your moves aren't as fluid and sexy and they used to be hyung!"

Have I been that distracted lately? Placing a hand on his shoulder, "It's fine, I was planning on staying late today to work on it, you don't need to worry Woo."

"But hyung —why don't we work on it right now?" He suggested, a smile bright on Jungwoo's face, "while everyone's busy and we can focus on the smaller details."

"I don't know..." Yuta started, he would rather sit and relax, but the other's pout was difficult to ignore, and so were the arms low around his waist. He prayed to whatever god was up there, "Nng..... okay, let's practice then... which part do I need to work on?"

Pout turning to a smile, Jungwoo got behind him, hands on his waist as he turned them to face the mirror, "I'd say the bridge, during your part. Whenever we practice you're always so stiff while doing it, and you never look at yourself in the mirror, you always either stare at Johnny hyung, Ten hyung, and me, I can't blame you though, I'm hot." He served him a cheesy wink and lip bite that had the elder giggle, as well as think, Jungwoo's much more observant than the others... and I always forget about that because of that innocent image he puts on. He kept quiet, not sure how to answer the questions.

   Jungwoo took out AirPods, handing Yuta one to wear and wearing himself the other. The younger used his phone to repeat his part over and over, Jungwoo softly holding his waist and guiding him even if he knows Yuta knows how to move for his part, but Jungwoo was naturally affectionate and touchy, so it doesn't strike Yuta as odd, even if it's more than usual, he chalks it up to himself having being quite reserved from the group for the last weeks.

Eventually Jungwoo let him go, opting to dance along side him. They were dancing the last chorus, and felt as if he's never been so... focused; he's always been thinking, never checking in with reality long enough and acting on autopilot, and he was finding the quick choreo surprising difficult. Perhaps that's why he misstepped as he turned around, bumping into Jungwoo and causing them both to stumble and fall on the hard wooden floor. He expected to hit the floor, but he didn't, landing on something not hard but not soft, but his head sure landed on something firmer. He opened his eyes that he didn't realize he had closed.

Upon opening them, he lifted his head, and realized on top of Jungwoo, laying on top of him and his forehead had landed on the younger's shoulder. He panicked a bit, "Ah! I'm so sorry Woo-ah!" Jungwoo sat up, resulting in Yuta sitting back and straddling his lap.

   "It's fine hyung, I'm fine, are you?" He asked the Japanese. Yuta nodded, going to standing up but Jungwoo's hands held him in place by the waist, his hands want and burning through the fabric of his t-shirt. Yuta looked at him surprised, suddenly finding the touch... familiar.