Chanyeol put on his headphones, raising his hand and moving it up and down, making the crowd does the same as him. Sehun has his hands in his pockets, eyes trained on the floor while bobbing his head to the beat. He's familiaring himself with the music, getting to know it until he knows what he's going to do.
Jongin went first. There was no head or tail game to decide which one goes first, but they both know how it's going to be through unspoken words. And so the crowd cheer when Jongin starts to move, and Sehun watch the way he dances. He always knew the older is really good at dancing. He was so expressive, both in his dance and his face. He shares his happiness in dancing to the crowd, and all of them can feel his passion in it. Sehun was amazed, he already knew Jongin's going to be really good but every time he dances, it's like a reminder on how he keeps improving although he's already one of the best. And the fact that he's freestyling make it much more amazing.
After what felt like short seconds, Jongin stops his dancing and avert his chocolate eyes towards Sehun, who takes that as a cue to start. He can hear some people chanting "Go Sehun!" over and over again, and he feels a wave of excitement in him. He remembers he brought a stick with him, a fancy black stick that Yifan gave him and he decides to use it in his dancing.
Sure, Sehun isn't as smooth as Jongin because the pink haired is on a whole other level, but he's faster than him. His movement was rapid and sharp, even Jongin looks impressed. He feels a swell of pride inside him, lips curling into a teasing smirk when he moves his hip all the while using his stick. He makes the crowd scream louder by that one simple but sinful move, but they don't matter to him.
He trails his dark eyes towards the wall on the side, looking straight to the equally dark eyes of the chinese male. The older was supporting a blank face, but his eyes are saying so much more. He can sees the lust (Sehun chokes on that), the fondness, the amazement, and most importantly — the pride for Sehun he held. It makes Sehun's heart swell because that man right there, is Lay, the founder of Exodus, who's looking at him like a proud boyfriend. Yes, he just said boyfriend. Sehun knows the older has taken a liking on him — or at least attracted to him. What he doesn't know is Sehun feels the same way. Chanyeol is right (though he won't say that outloud), he'll bend for this man.
Once he was finished, everyone claps at him, even Jongin. And he bows down (even after his sinful moves he still bows) to them before walking off the stage, letting the host take over again and head towards the spot where he saw the chinese male. His breathe was a little heavy from all the dancing, but mostly from the eye contact he's holding with him. His gaze was hypnotizing yet addicting. Sehun may have think he's falling but he already is. And so when he reach the spot in front of the older, who's giving him a mix of proud and lusty smirk, he lets out a shaky exhale. Not really knowing what to say. Fortunately Yixing did that for him.
"You let out your inner beast, huh?" Oh, trust him, that is nothing compare to when he has Yixing under him. "That was really awesome by the way, I'm impressed." Sehun went from imagining doing things to the older into a crazy, blushing mess.
"Thanks, hyung."
"You're welcome." There it is, his dimpled smile that reach his eyes. "Uh. . . Will you go out with me?" Yixing blink at him in surprise, making Sehun realize what he just blurted out. "No! Not like that! I— I mean as in go outside of this building with me!" God, can he be more embarassing?
Yixing blink once, his mouth parting. "Oh. Um, okay?"
And then they were outside. Both men have their hands in their pockets. Sehun finds himself wanting to hold his hand from time to time. He misses it. The air outside was colder than inside the building, but Sehun feels warm all over him when the older set his gaze on him. "So, what do you have in mind?"
