dancing queen + cm;kk
lights flash and arms pump to the steady beat and thrum of the speakers, floor vibrating beneath feet with the bass. or maybe it’s the effects of a couple drinks too many that has kibum only imaginging such movement-- regardless of the source, he’s just enjoying the vibrant atmosphere as dancers bop along to the music. it’s his night off from the tattoo studio, and he’s planning on making the most of it.
--which means actually performing the choreography for the songs, not just shimmying about like everyone else. or, at the very least, performing for the songs of the girl groups (their dances were so much more fun for him). now, he’s immersed in after school’s flashback. sure, it would’ve looked much cooler if he had seven others to dance with him, but he was making do just fine on his own. plus, having others would draw attention from him, and he wasn’t about to risk that; kim kibum was a one-man-show.
he can feel other club-goers’ eyes on him, a wide array of expression on their features, but his focus is not on them, but himself.
(of course, that’s hardly surprising.)