"I've lied for you, and I liked it too."
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Han Jisung was a dancer. He spent countless of hours at his cousin's dance studio, moving his lean body to the bass of whatever song played through the speakers. But when he wasn't wasting his life away, (d...
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𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍;
For the split second that he had, Jisung wiped the small droplets he could label as his sweat, before once again focusing in on how his cousin presented a certain movement to the huge group of people that stood behind him. With Hoseok's fluid actions also came his raspy voice. His words were choppy and were released with occasional randomly spewed sound effects or heavy breathing. He always tried to explain what he was doing as he was doing it. He wanted to make sure that his students had no confusion when it came to his dance lessons. And weirdly no one ever did. Once receiving the best advice on how to take the newest step, everyone in the room felt like professionals. Each person would mock the exact postion, breaths and sounds as Hoseok; then almost immediately perfect the motions.
"And then you finish with whatever positon you feel most comfortable with. Everyone got that?" Hoseok claims through deep breaths. He doesn't face the group but instead watch their impressed expressions through the wall-lengthened mirror. And once hearing hollers of understanding, the brunette smiles with a nod. "Alright, let's take it from the beginning."
People of all heights fumbled around to find a spot on the polished wooden floors. Jisung already having one, swiped his dampened bleached hair from his eyes, shifting back and forth on his feet then taking a big inhale. He rolled his tensed shoulders back, placing his piercing dark irises on the muscular build of his older cousin. He could hear Hoseok count down from three, each number getting louder than the other.
When they first learn a new dance there's never music playing. Only the faint sound of Hoseok mumbling occasional lyrics, and the squeaking of sneakers scraping across the floor. It was said that it helps the student focus on the desired move they wish to do. Jisung at first thought it was absurd and that it only makes things harder; but as he's grown used to abiding by Hoseok's rules, he noticed that he was the one in the wrong. Without music he was allowed to blur every other tiny sound and relish the air drifting as he whisked his body around. At times he forgets he's even moving along to the limit of a three minute song and begin to get carried away. He'll start to take pride in his steps and in the end add his own gestures.
"And I shine like gloss..." Hoseok trails. Him along with everyone else drops to their knees. They throw their head back before doing a slow body roll. "Good job everyone! Take a small break if you want and then we'll try it with the music!"
Some of the students added extra seductive actions to the dance, while others kept it simple and retreated to other parts of the room for a moment of relaxation.
Jisung was one of the few to keep moving.
With a few added beats, he decided to roll over so he was now resting his body weight on both his hands and knees. Then within a second (or less) he was sitting up with a slow bounce, slowly getting closer to the floor as he spread his legs apart in what looked to be a split. Whistles could be heard from behind him. The dirty blonde removed his attention from his own figure in the mirror and towards a few other people that stood not too far away. He could see that the ruckus of obnoxiously loud praises was surfacing from the core of Felix and his boyfriend.
