A/N: Look, yes, I know I don't go here, but it was a silly thought in my silly head and now you have this. It's innuendo central at the end, but that's about it. Enjoy!
Word Count: 865
It always amazed you how dancing seemed to break down barriers between people. Bring them together in ways you didn't always understand, but seemed to always be a perfect combination.
At least, that's what you always thought when you saw some of the viral dancers from Deepspace Dance Company.
Sure, yeah, not all of their videos featured the same dancers to whatever routine was created to the latest trending song, but Rafayel and Caleb seemed to be on there...a lot.
Not that you, or a few million other viewers minded.
It did make you miss dancing, though. Something you had stopped doing when you had first moved to Linkon. You never found a place that just ... fit.
It was a surprise when the ad came up, though it shouldn't have been with how much you watched that teams videos. There was an open studio day with the company at the Linkon Complex. Anyone could join.
Anxiety shot through your nerves like wildfire; equal in excitement and fear about stepping into a studio once more.
All week, before the date, you went back and forth about going, many times nearly talking yourself out of it.
But when Saturday came around, you dressed like you always did for practices, grabbed your bag, an extra water, and headed that way, anyway.
You figured, at least, even if you were a bit rusty, you could get a nice view of their ass the whole time.
It started well enough. Small talk with some others that seemed just as shy as you. Stretching, some improv to just play and get comfortable again.
And then the work started. It was a simple routine, the bridge and chorus to 'Do It' by Stray Kids. The choreo was fast paced, a nod to the KPop group while also being unique to the two of them. It flowed well, had a few moments for adding your own flair, and you found your heart racing and lost yourself to the music multiple times in the absolute best way.
After the lesson itself, and a few group run throughs, you were grouped off to do it in small sections. A waiver had been signed before you were allowed in that, if they liked your performance, they could use it in one of their videos on the team site.
You signed it without thought, confident enough that after being out of practice for so long, you weren't going into a compilation video any time soon.
Which was why you had to pick your jaw off the floor when Caleb picked you for being one of the three behind them for their recording.
Thought you were going to combust when Rafayel switched you from the right side to the middle, where you would be framed by them in the shot.
Holy hell you needed to chill out. You could not screw this one up.
Caleb announced you would be doing this twice - once for fun and to shake out nerves, and the other time for filming.
Based on the whoosh of air from the people on either side of you, the three of you all needed that first run through. And it did, wonderfully, seem to balance out nerves for everyone.
The second run through was better - cleaner - and it was clear the five of you were just enjoying the music more than anything.
As it all wrapped up, Rafayel thanked everyone for coming, and announced to keep an eye on their email. Thomas, the social media manager, would be pushing out the video to everyone when it was up.
Exhausted in the best possible way, you walked over to your bag as the purple haired man was then swarmed by most of the other attendees. With a shake of your head, you grabbed your bag, took a swig of water, and turned to slip out the door.
Sunset eyes blocked your path, and you nearly jumped out of your skin from the proximity. When had he gotten behind you?
A light chuckle escaped him as he stood to full height. "You're not half bad, but I don't think I've seen you in any of the classes at the studio before. What's your name?"
You told him, shyly, and explained you were fairly new in Linkon, and hadn't been part of a company. It was just something you've always done for fun.
"Well, I think you should come back here to 'have fun' more often," a second voice drawled from behind you. Hands on his hips, Rafayel bent down toward you with those ocean-on-fire eyes. "You complement the both of us well with how you move."
"Not everyone has talent to connect with music the way you do," Caleb continued, causing you to twist around again. He was closer - close enough that when you leaned back, you bumped into his partner's chest. "You work really well between the two of us."
Every nerve in your body was a live wire, between the wording, the opportunity, and the proximity.
Rafayel's voice had you twisting around once more. "What do you say, cutie? Wanna be our third?"
You don't think you've said yes to anything faster in your life.
