Light Switch - For ONEUS RAVN

Hands

The next morning, I came to the building early, wanting to work on three things. 

Firstly, SeoulHeart was going to do our first busking event and I needed to choreograph part of a song. Most of it was original choreography but there was a part I wanted to spice up with our group's special talents. 

 The second was I had just created a new trick to preform. It was going to be another traveling move, cartwheel into a split, probably going to be followed by another move to get up. I hadn't decided on that yet. 

The last was just working on my rapping, something I hadn't worked on due to the physicality of the last week of practices.

 I went into the open dance room, the bigger one, because no one was using it at the moment. After completing a light warm up, I set up my computer and started working on the choreography.

Not even five minutes into the choreography, the door opened and someone walked in. Figuring it was one of my bandmates coming in early, I continued doing the choreo and added in my across the floor routine. The one I had shown Dongmyeong the day before. 

 I heard a male gasp and looked into the mirror to see Youngjo standing by the door. I covered my mouth in surprise to see him, of anyone, come in the room. He kinda stood there watching me for a second and then spoke, "How do you even do that oh my god" 

I smiled, "Well you have to start from the beginning, but just a lot of work." 

He smiled widely then, the first true smile I'd seen from him. And Cya was right, it was really cute. "Wanna see what I'm working on?" He nodded and I started doing the routine from the beginning, this time adding my cartwheel and split thing. 

He applauded and came over to me, kind of hesitant. He held up his hand for a high five and I met it. When our hands collided, we also caught each other's eyes. It was like there was a spark that shot through his eyes, lightning like. 

I blinked a few times to clear my eyes from the light and I noticed Youngjo was doing the same. "Lightning" I said softly and Youngjo nodded, confirming he saw it too. I shook my head to clear it. 

"That was a bit odd" Youngjo said. 

I agreed, "yeah... anyways, what are you up to?"

 Youngjo looked back at his stuff that he had put down. I was gonna try some rapping stuff and some choreography." 

I smiled, "same."

I pulled my computer out of the aux cord, "play something, I have some stuff I need to write down" I said and Youngjo nodded. 

He connected his phone and turned on a song I knew. He started rapping to himself and I followed along as I wrote down the choreography I had just made. When he got to the fast rap I rapped louder, matching his volume. Looking up, he was watching me in the mirror. Nervous, I broke eye contact and blushed, looking down and putting the last few characters on the document and putting the computer down. The song ended and Youngjo came over to sit by me. 

"I know this sounds weird but, wanna learn a song together?" It didn't sound weird to me at all. 

"I'd love to... Rival" I playfully punched his shoulder. His reaction time was fast and he pulled my hand towards him, so I was right in front of him. He then tickled my sides and I died laughing. Managing to get ahold of him, I tickled him back, causing an adorable little laugh to come out of the scary boy.

Finally, Youngjo gave up and dropped onto the floor, and I followed, still laughing. When I fell back, my hand ended up on top of his, almost like his had in the encounter from the the day before. Youngjo tensed up so I moved my hand off of his. Instead of putting it on my stomach, I picked up his hand and held it, looking over his fingers and turning it to see the lines on his palm. "I'm not sure why but I've always loved looking at people's hands. They're super interesting." 

Youngjo sat up, "really?" he asked. I nodded, sitting up and letting go of him, not sure whether that was a good thing or not. "I like that." He smiled, "You can hold my hand anytime you want." 

Now usually when people you say that, they mean it as some gross pickup line. Youngjo didn't say it like that, though, he was serious. And it was super cute.

He turned our hands over so that he was holding mine instead. He studied it for a second, and then held it. He got up, still holding my hand and pulled me up with him. He was quite strong so when he pulled me up, I ended up in his arms, head pressed to his chest. 

Blushing a little, I pulled away and attempted to lightly punch him again. This time he let me do it, letting go and staggering back like it hurt. He then ran over to the aux cord, took out his phone and tossed me a pillow from the corner. He grabbed on for himself and we sat, back to the walls, shoulders pressed together, going over songs to create our duo. 

The last thing I remembered was Youngjo putting his phone down on the ground, announcing he was tired.