He Left Me Breathless

Conflicted

Baekhyun Pov

What had my extensive research in memes taught? That I, Byun Baekhyun resembled an electrocuted grasshopper while I danced or more accurately attempted to.

This was worse than the time Chanyeol had forcefully dragged me into the theater to catch the premier show of the Twilight Saga movie because he was curious about how Edward Cullen / the lead had skipped the apple that precisely.

Yes that is correct.

A strand of thread and clever scamming had given me violent nightmares for ages!

How has the whole class learnt this in four short hours? I couldn’t match my body to the rhythm though I had already seen him performing it thrice.

Well seen is an understatement considering, I had intensely analyzed his every gesture not for the sake of learning but for the reason that he seemed like a fantasy come true.

His movements were dazzling and seamless, inspiring awe in those blessed to witness him. He twisted and turned in fluid waves, dominating the provocative melody. The harshness in the tune startled you whereas Mr. Oh invited your obsession. Embodying grace to the tip of his toes he made it difficult to feast on anything else.

He hadn’t wasted a moment since entering the exercise locale. The simple nod of his commanded respect and began the lesson with hushed discussions of his identity.

They were smitten and obedient, probably conspiring to gain favors from him. Clueless to his ruthlessness.

In the brief sessions he had conducted clear boundaries were established and there was a blaring, red alpha sign on his side. Acknowledged and approved.

He communicated through numbers and pointers, prompting the rest of us to move as if we were possessed to achieve just the slightest bit of elegance he radiated. Of course when I mention we, it only implies the others. I couldn’t follow him during a single spin.

I shuffle around like a headless chicken distracting and disturbing the people behind me. I had heard so many “For Christ’s sake Baekhyun!” in the past 20 minutes that I lost count. My skills were miserable at best and it didn’t help that I was extremely out of my element.

Give me a mic and high notes any day.

The workout gear I had chosen was in stark contrast to theirs. I wore loose tracks that submerged my tiny legs, an oversized hoodie and chunky trainers that Minseok hyung called ‘ugly ass shoes’. No one could appreciate my fondness for these grey, limited edition Balenciaga’s that I tricked my father in to buying.

The longer I stumbled along, the clearer it became that getting an A- in the evaluation was not only impossible but also absurd. Even if I could somehow manage it once I wouldn’t be able to maintain the streak for all the assessments. It is obvious that I am destined for an F in each criteria.

Did he perhaps know how terrible I am that he imposed those exact conditions?

Jokes on you Mr. Byun, I only have to lounge back and enjoy while you sabotage yourself.

The choreography was dynamic to the say the least and the fast paced section caused practically, everyone to wheeze frantically. Where I almost break my bones stretching, he oozed style and poise.

I was right. This man was the devil himself masquerading as a Greek god.

The large mirror reflected his stern glares whenever I slipped or lost balance. It was a message. Clean up or pack up.

Well I beg your pardon but the one who had forbidden me from speaking was him. Now I couldn’t seek help from anybody. If he found that unbearable and insufferable, then he shouldn’t have pressured me to sign that damn thing!