The dance studio was one of the rare places that Youngbin felt comfortable- confident. It was a self- assuredness that came from experience, the knowledge in his own skills keeping his back straight and his eyes ahead of him. There was a pleasure in throwing himself into the music, focusing on the beat and the burn of his muscles rather than any of his worries or anxiety.
But not this kind of dance.
He had been messing up all day, the instructor looking bewildered as he critiqued him, telling him that his ‘expression was completely off’, that he was ‘missing the vibe’ completely-
that he ‘needed to be sexy’.
Sexy? Him? What did that even mean?
Youngbin wasn’t used to dances like that, focusing on fast upbeat choreo that left no time for any mood other than intense- but he needed to be. So he went to the one person he knew excelled at it, someone who could possibly help him, an older dancer that he had always looked up to.
so with shaky fingers, he turned to his prewritten page.
“Can you please help me with my new routine?”