Maenboong - A SkyDragon fanfic.

Day 1.1

Thighs.

Those thighs.

They were in practice room B and Chaerin's solo track,

was on full blast.

Jiyong  closely watched Chaerin decadently swish her long dirty blonde  extensions from the back of the practice room with hooded eyes, red  rimmed from last night's dissipation.

Last night's party. It  had been nothing big. Just celebratory drinks with some of the producers  at Teddy hyung's cafe after the success of Winner's debut album. But  there had been too many late nights this week. He was tired.

And susceptible.

Chaerin fell to her knees, full tan thighs pressed together echoing her palms in her prayer pose. She swayed.

A forgotten bottle of water dipped in Jiyong's loosening grasp.

The  last time he saw her practice this number, she had been wearing a baggy  shirt and trackdowns. Today she was still wearing a baggy shirt,  though this one was off the shoulder. Underneath however, she wore those  leather short shorts he'd once heard Bom noona describe as her biker  granny cut offs. He himself thought they looked more like half of a  tight leather leotard.

They drove him slightly - insane.

Which was really bad because Chaerin was so off limits she wasn't even in his dimension. So he needed to stop looking.

But  she seemed to have like a hundred of those shorts. She wore them in a  variety of edgy styles both on and off stage. He had recently discovered  that he liked it when she wore them with thigh high boots or stockings  revealing just a strip of honey tinted thigh. Today though, after seeing  her combine them with nothing but stilletos for her performance, he was  thinking that bare legs were best after all.

The song reached its bridge.

Ah  - now came the new bit she had talked to them about. He'd promised her  to drop by when she was ready to show it to Yang Goon. He was supposed  to be in sunbae mode, ready to judge harshly if need be. That's what  everyone expected of him; Chaerin, Yang Goon, Yongbae who stood a little  in front of him, expressionless in his concentration and the rest of  her group members who sat around the rooms perimeter too.

Chaerin parted her thighs and Jiyong's bottle dropped to the floor with a sharp smack startling him.

Without  a change in expression, Yongbae stepped a little more in front of him,  intercepting the glances that, at the noise, swept to him briefly before  going back to Chaerin's floor routine. Jiyong realized that his mouth  was open. He shut it self consciously and, brow furrowed, tried to  collect himself.

Chaerin was crawling forward now, towards them... towards him, her honey colored mop tousled, cat eyes intense, powerful.

Jiyong glance dropped away from hers. He quickly, nervously mopped the back of his hand across his brow.

This... this was not going well.