♦ Sweaty 201 Class // Sensuous Yoga Stretch ♦
2:15 PM. Dance Studio 32-B.
Body odor birthed from hairy armpits. Mixed with buckets of chlorine. If this were a fragrance students would buy it for their enemies. The vomit-inducing stench was an immediate violation to any nose which wondered into this room, but was thankfully put to sleep after enough small puffs from a cologne bottle. Heechul never too much cared for this particular brand of cologne, and rather liberally sprayed it all over the room just to empty the bottle. The musky fragrance was an unwanted Christmas gift from an ex-boyfriend with separation anxiety, and though the scent brought back a few painful memories, it was still a major upgrade from that bitter odor following him throughout the room like a hive of wasps.
The dance studio itself was quite pleasantly large—enough to echo even the slightest sound across the room, and the walls were a great distance from one another as they formed a spacious rectangle around its visitors. The wooden floors were polished with a smooth wax which squeaky sneakers coasted easily over, but at present, the floors were occupied by a group of blue mats arranged neatly within the center. There were enough personal mats settled before a panel of wall mirrors to seat everyone included in his classroom roster, and directly before the row of spongy mats laid a bright yellow yoga mat, one which would soon be indented by the professor’s fat ass.
Heechul groaned softly as he plopped his boney ass down onto his yoga mat, his right hand reaching into his navy sweater to retrieve his chiming smartphone. He leaned his back against the tall mirror behind him and turned his face down towards the bright phone clasped in his hands, his thumbs hammering quickly onto the glowing keypad as he chuckled, “I want to pound my breadsticks into your mouth...??? God this guy...hmm...let’s respond with ‘Do I look like a Pizza Hut? Take me to a fancy restaurant first’...” He curved his lips into a smile as he stared down at his phone, his index finger flipping forward as he scrolled up his long list of contacts, “Fuck this class, I feel like sexting..."
{{ooc: this is a group para}}