#089
“Willlllld! Fighting!”
The president, who had embarrassingly put his hands together and shouted fighting, had a completely nervous expression. Jiwoon loosened up his body by cracking his neck and rotating his wrists.
“This is finally the end. I’m never doing this kind of thing again.” Muttering while rotating his ankles, Jiwoon smiled slightly thinking about how to make up for the drastically reduced time alone with Yechan.
A somewhat early sense of liberation and pleasant tension swept through his body.
“Now, next up is Korea University’s dance club Wild!”
At the host’s announcement, the president straightened his back and led the group from the very front. More than twenty people quickly took their positions on stage.
Despite the considerable crowd that had gathered, Yechan pushed through the people to the front and switched places with a man wearing a red cap. It was a man he had found through the community.
The man, who had been delighted to receive cash in exchange for holding the spot, bowed his head to Yechan and soon disappeared. Yechan, who had secured the front center position by referencing Jiwoon’s movements, turned on his phone camera and started video recording.
“Waaaaah!”
Groups that appeared to be acquaintances of the dance club members were shouting several names from various spots. Soon the stage darkened, and a thumping sound echoed along with the lighting.
The dancers, who had been gathered in a circle, moved their bodies to the flowing melody. The dancers, who had stepped while bending their waists, scattered across the stage.
Jiwoon’s eyes were calm in his black sleeveless shirt, no-collar jacket, and slacks. Jiwoon’s movements, precisely moving his shoulders and arms to the rhythm, were much bolder and more intense than during practice.
In the movement where he stretched out his arms, the jacket slipped slightly, revealing his white shoulder line. Yechan unconsciously bit his lips.
“Kyaaaah!”
The dance with movements that involved bending the waist, placing hands on knees, and twisting the upper body was cool. As people’s enthusiasm was added to the precise group dance, the mix changed and the next song continued.
This time it was hip-hop with more emphasized bass. Yechan, who had been watching Jiwoon through the camera, half put down the filming and focused on the real thing.
Jiwoon filtered through the phone screen wasn’t enough. Jiwoon, who had moved to the center of the stage during the verse, continued the next movement while directly facing the audience.
“Wowwww!”
The slow wave from his left knee to right shoulder while spreading his legs wide and lowering his center turned the lawn into chaos.
As he slightly lifted and dropped the jacket on his shoulders, Jiwoon’s bare skin was revealed again. Yechan imagined leaving reddish marks on Jiwoon’s shoulders.
“Wow, Wild really went all out.”
“They’re better than I thought?”
“What should I do! That guy’s handsome!”
The girls standing next to him were constantly chattering. Jiwoon, who had been rapidly inserting steps into the continuing beat, scrunched his face as if overwhelmed.
Seeing that expression, Yechan momentarily gasped. Jiwoon, who had precisely executed the steps, continued the performance with his characteristic squeezing feeling.
Under the slightly raised jacket sleeves, the forearm muscles of his white arms were clearly visible. Soon movements began where his legs, waist, and shoulders bounced one by one.
It was definitely a group dance and therefore beautiful, but all Yechan could see now was Jiwoon.
Jiwoon, stretching both arms forward and adding waves from his pelvis, had his head lowered. His feverish eyes shone in his white face.
Another song finished, and the dancers moved positions. Yechan, who knew the dance that would follow, licked his lower lip.
Everyone on stage lay down and the final song began.
“Wooooo!”
“Kyaaaah!”
Cheers erupted loud enough to make the lawn ring. Yechan frowned at the screams of the girls who had been chattering while watching the performance beside him.
It was because he expected those sounds to add even more decibels going forward.
A slightly high-pitched mechanical sound rang in their ears, then the arms and legs of the lying dancers went up and down.
As the music flowed, Jiwoon, who had half-raised his body, moved his legs and arms with only one knee bent. That movement was as graceful as flowing water, and simultaneously sexy. Especially the eyes revealed between his head dropped as if indifferent.
“Aaaaah!”
Jiwoon, who had stood up while changing his movement line, raised both arms up and down, continuing the wave. As his jacket lifted, the bare skin inside his arms caught the eye like bait.
When he stepped and the verse began, all the dancers on stage took arm movements as if embracing someone. Jiwoon’s fluttering hands looked like butterflies, or like swan wings.
The movements flowing like waves from top to bottom strangely stimulated the imagination. “Ah…” Yechan bit the inside of his mouth. Unlike during practice, Jiwoon’s movements looked too sticky.
The lawn swayed as if swept by madness. Watching Jiwoon move to the next action with his mouth slightly open, Yechan felt like squeezing his eyes shut.
Jiwoon lay back down on the stage, raised his knees, and bounced his pelvis upward. Then Jiwoon, who had turned to his side, twisted his body on the floor and raised his arms up.
It was a movement that looked somewhat similar to contemporary dance, but the continuously flowing mechanical sound was strangely sensual for that.
“Kyaaaah!”
“Crazy! Amazing! Isn’t this crazy?”
The girls next to him exclaimed in excited voices. Yechan was consumed with thoughts of either going up right now to embrace Jiwoon, or carrying him on his back to drag him down from the stage.
Jiwoon, who had raised one knee and kicked the other foot up, using the rebound to stand, finished the high-difficulty movement of bending shoulders and knees with sharp angles.
After putting one hand in his pants pocket and walking, he raised his hand to flick his bangs, and the music ended.
Jiwoon swept the lawn with his expressionless face. Jiwoon’s eyes, breathing heavily, stopped on Yechan standing right in front of the stage. Yechan was looking at the sparkling Jiwoon on stage as if bewitched.
“You did so well. You were really cool. I want to hug you right now. Come down quickly.”
As Yechan became confused by their meeting eyes and the thoughts floating in his head, Jiwoon slightly closed one eye and then opened it while moving his lips.
It was such a slight movement that it couldn’t be noticed without careful observation, but Yechan precisely witnessed the action reminiscent of a wink and kiss. Yechan’s eyes filled with ecstasy.
Jiwoon was smiling as if happy while catching his breath. Looking only at Yechan among all these people, in all this loud noise.
“Wild! Wild!”
“Encore, encore, encore, encore!”
Cheers echoed across the lawn. The host called the president to exchange a few words, then skillfully proceeded to the next stage while calming the audience.
Jiwoon turned his head to shake off the sweat flowing down his bangs. While the excitement from being on stage still remained, the relief of having finished the performance well spread pleasantly.
“I’m hot. I’m thirsty.” Jiwoon, who had been looking at the president and club members monitoring the video immediately with almost tearful eyes, turned his head.
“Hyung.”
Something cold touched the cheek of Jiwoon who had turned his head. Yechan was holding a water bottle.
“You’re practically an oasis.”
Jiwoon emptied a whole water bottle in an instant while listening to Yechan’s cool laughter. Besides the intense movements, the lights illuminating the stage were hotter than expected, making him thirstier than usual.
Jiwoon, who had taken off and held his jacket, flapped his sleeveless t-shirt. The May night air wasn’t cool, but the wind was blowing and it was somewhat refreshing.
Yechan moved the empty water bottle and jacket from Jiwoon’s hands to his own.
“It’s over! Thank you for your hard work!”
“Now, let’s go to the after-party and talk about the rest.”
“Let’s go spend the performance fee!”
“I posted the location in the group chat, so come there. You guys must come too. Come right now!”
The president put his hands on Jiwoon and Yechan’s shoulders and said. Soon the club members gathered in small groups and moved. Suddenly Yechan pulled Jiwoon along.
“Let’s stop by the bathroom first.”
The two headed to the underground parking garage. Yechan took out a small shopping bag from his car parked in the business school’s underground parking garage.
Inside the shopping bag were clothes for Jiwoon to change into, wet wipes, and even cleanser and lotion to remove makeup.
Jiwoon removed his makeup in front of the sink, wiped his sweaty body in the stall, and changed clothes.
“You even brought underwear?”
“It would be strange to bring clothes but not bring that.”
“What’s this? I’ve never used this before.”
Jiwoon held up the wet wipe he had used to clean his body.
“I saw it for the first time too while searching… It looked good so I bought it. It has powder in it, so it’s used a lot in summer.”
The wet wipe Yechan gave him was a body wet wipe with added powder to prevent stickiness. Finding Yechan pretty for even searching for him, Jiwoon finished organizing and as soon as he got in the car, he hugged Yechan’s head and kissed his cheeks with smacking sounds.
Excitement bloomed abundantly in Yechan’s heart.
“You take fucking good care of me. Yechan.”
“You do know?”
“Wouldn’t I be an idiot if I didn’t? I’m smart.”
Yechan laughed and pulled Jiwoon away.
“If we do more, hyung won’t be able to go to the after-party.”
“Why?”
Jiwoon’s face, smiling with subtly opened eyes, had returned to its usual smooth state. Though Jiwoon with makeup was good too, Yechan thought those round, innocent pupils were prettiest with bare eyes, and started the car.
“You’re smart, so you know, right? Let’s go quickly. We should finish well.”
“You’ve changed, Yechan.”
“I haven’t changed. I want to see the dance club people praise hyung.”
Jiwoon, who had been thinking in one corner of his heart that he should accept it if Yechan pounced on him, pouted his lips. The excitement from the stage that remained like sweat he couldn’t completely wipe off wanted greater stimulation.
Yechan opened the car windows wide as he began driving on the campus road. The noisy sound of performances echoed from afar.
The wind coming into the car was cool. Jiwoon, who had deeply breathed in the much calmer night air as they left the main gate, tried to reduce his excitement and gently held Yechan’s hand.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
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