Wooyoung had spent the previous night by watching the video of their choreography. Honestly, he was so proud.
They had managed to build the idea they got, and even the idea itself was born thanks to their couple work. It didn't matter if the steps weren't perfect yet, since they had just begun; and, probably, they'll never been, because of the short time. Though, he felt really satisfied.
He didn't know how he helped San, but the other kept saying so. He just saw how the two had ideas for different parts of the song, so they were basically completing the thought of the other. He had never worked so well with anybody. Literally. Anybody. That's why he usually preferred to do his projects alone. Instead, the chemistry Wooyoung felt the day of Mina's lesson, came back again.
Plus, he wanted to avoid the topic of how good he felt while doing it. Imagine feeling that void in the chest, which only last thirty seconds last time they danced together, for, like, five hours straight. It wasn't so easy to stay in focus. Especially if San walked every time closer, as they got more used to the dance. The last take, the one they recorded, grazed the illegal.
Wooyoung could clearly say the way they were looking at each other at the end. There was a lot of tension in that moment. And he was hella sure that San's face moved closer to his, when he decided to step back. Was he about to kiss me? No, that's not possible. I'm losing it. Still, he kept replaying that part, which, every single time, caused him to shiver. If it was a kind of test for his reactions, he was miserably losing it. Every single time. Hopeless to get a positive response from his mind. His stomach was quivering.
Then, the images of the following moments came back after watching it. The way he just stepped back, while San stayed here for some seconds more. Then they both collected their bags and walk out of the room. It was like the last time they practiced Fake Love, but ten levels of tension higher. He tried to speak a bit about the practice, "Sorry, I pulled you harshly", but San seemed lost in his world. He didn't look disappointed, though. It was more like he was daydreaming. The same as Wooyoung when they won on broadcast.
Those moments made him feel even worse, the pigment was growing on his face as he threw the phone over his pillow and covered himself with his arms. God, I feel fifteen again.
Now that he was again in the practice room, his anxiety grew as he was waiting for San to appear. It's going to be very awkward. Luckily, we only have two hours to practice today.
While Wooyoung was lost in his thoughts, San entered the room. He glanced and smiled at him He didn't want to build such a tension again, especially before the practice.
"Hey, Woo!" Wooyoung shivered at the nickname.
"Hey!"
"What are we doing today, master?" San said with a chuckle in a teasing way as leaving the backpack on the ground. Wooyung felt another thrill all over his spine at that nickname, but he had to keep his expression normal not to sound like... A pervert? Of course, San was only hinting to the way he had set up everything the previous two days, from the time to practice to the way of practicing itself. He didn't even think about that word.
"I guess we can discuss a bit about the outfits, the camera movements and everything to secure everything in our minds. But just a bit: we can meet later for that, instead we have to take advantage of the mirror now to fix the steps. Then discuss about the right facials to do, etcetera etcetera."
San nodded and smiled with an extremely baby dimpled smile. Wooyoung was melting by the cuteness. He was imagining how it may be to pinch those cheeks, or even nipping them...
"Wooyoung?" San caught him staring but couldn't figure the reason. The brunette blushed as he came back on our world.
"Yes, I'm ready."
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"Mh, I guess here we can focus just on you, no matter if they don't see me."
"Are you sure? I'm scared that the judges could not like all this... "Artistic" stuff." Wooyoung said with a worried expression while biting his lips.
"I don't care, honestly. We put so much in this, I want it to turn good as we pictured in our brainstorming session."
San's reassuring face managed to let Wooyoung to bury the thought about yes, of course you don't care, you always rank #1 so no need to be worried for elimination.
"Then, here I can have the full focus on me while..." San added and then mimic the facials of the moment. Wooyoung nodded in response. He couldn't figure out how good he was in every concept, definitely. This was probably the first time for him doing something dramatic, and his expressions were on point as hell.
Wooyoung wanted to ask the other a question since a lot of time, but wasn't sure. What if it made San uncomfortable? But he had caught a hidden word in his expression.
"Woo, do you have something to say?"
"Can I ask you something? But... I don't want to sound like a desperate unsecure trainee. Just... curiosity, ok?"
San nodded.
"How you manage to do all these facials without... You know, feeling stupid? Or, in general, without looking like a derp meme picture of your thirteens."
San smirked at the statement.
"Are you telling me I'm pretty while doing facials?" probably this was too much because Wooyoung blushed a lot, but before he could regret his question, San shifted to a serious voice.
"I told you I used to practice a lot of Taekwondo. I didn't tell you my dad forced me to. He brought me to a lot of competitions and made his best to make me... the best. Well, I'd say his best this time, too.
I'd never enjoyed that. That's why when I was fifteen, I quit. And I ran away from home."
Wooyoung was still in his place, not sure about what to say. Honestly, he didn't expect such a confession. He had anticipated something like advices to get confident, definitely not this stuff.
"When I was twelve, I had to face my very first international competition. Basically, I didn't do well. My father recorded me and kept playing those videos to point out that I wasn't only lacking technique in some points, ma even charisma. How you're supposed to be charismatic while kicking someone, you may wonder. Honestly, I don't know. Probably, if you're enjoying what you're doing it comes easier.
The following years, I trained a lot to get that fucking "charisma". I don't know if my dad was satisfied, since I left. But when I started dancing, I still had all those kind of trainings in my mind.
You have to keep eyes on you the whole time. Don't let anyone get annoyed from your performance.
That's it, I guess... " San's voice cracked a little at the end. He was staring at his feet since the half of the story. Wooyoung didn't know what to say, or to do. Basically, the pinky was saying he managed to get this good by a childhood trauma. How was he supposed to react?
Honestly, right now he didn't mind. He just surrounded San's shoulders with his arm and pull him closer. San was caught off guard by that. Not that he was complaining, though.
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. You could avoid the topic, why didn't you..." he whispered. Suddenly, he felt so bad. San had rested his head on the crook of the other's neck. Wooyoung could feel his slow breath on his skin.
"I'm fine with it. It's just... strange to talk about that. It feels like a past life."
"That's enough, San. Don't worry, I got it." Wooyoung was about to say something to restore the conversation but San tighten that hug and gripped his torso with his arm. Despite being half shocked, he didn't move. Seeing him so needy for comfort made his heart melt in a second. Instead, he brushed his hair and clenched him more, staying silent. Their bodies laid against the wall.
They stayed like this for what, minutes? No one knows, but Wooyoung felt an unusual heat in his stomach for feeling San's body so close to his. He just wanted to stay like this forever.
The two guys were sat on San's bed, since Seonghwa was practicing they were alone. As said, they had decided to speak of the video after dinner.
An alarm from Wooyoung's phone brought them back to reality and remembered him it was time to sleep. San was forced to pull back. Wooyoung had wished he would never. Also because now his face was a mess, with eyes half lidded, hair without a shape and a little pout on his lips. Wooyoung was sure that the other looked the exact same way in the morning. And it was too cute to handle.
Since they were still pretty close, their noses were touching. The air felt tensed again as the brunette was staring at the other's pink lips. San, instead, was looking directly in his eyes with baby fawn eyes.
It took all his strength to Wooyoung to pull back and got on his legs, now shaking.
"It's late, I have to go. Try to sleep well, ok? If anything, text me or call me, I'll be there." he left the room with a smile, one that made San gasp even worse than the previous moment. He fell with the face against his pillow, letting out a loud and stressed groan.
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i was planning on not updating today since i'm pretty late with writing and i'm afraid that i'm going too fast... but idc we will see in the future hahaha
here you are some fluff, i'm so soft
can't wait for the next chapter 👀