He feels like he has been standing there for hours…
He feels like he can stand there forever…watching…just watching that boy moves.
Fluid. Defined. So Beautiful.
So passionate it pores out of that figure and into him. Making him feel the music. Filling his blood with heat and desire…to move, to dance, to dream and find out where that dream would take him.
Mesmerized.Hypnotized.Trapped.
Jinguk can’t take his eyes away. They follow the lines of that slim body as it moves in the narrow corridor, to the way the leather jacket hugs that body when he dances and flares out when he spins. They travel to the fair complexion and the lips pouted in determination, and he silently cursed the lopsided fedora that, even though looks extremely good on the boy, is blocking half of his features from Jinguk’s view.
He was so deep into his gazing that he was totally unprepared for the moment when that boy spins around to face him and look up.
Their eyes meet.
For a heartbeat, Jinguk’s world stops spinning…
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Jason watches as the other boy silently turns around and walks away.
He has been so absorbed in his dance that he didn’t realized he was being watched.
That boy…was watching him dance with such longing in his eyes.
It was the boy who caused the ruckus in the audition earlier, saved him for a moment from his boredom.
The corner of his mouth lifts up into a half smirk as he dances his way back inside. Sparring the receding figure a final glance. He opens the glass door and goes in.
He has a feeling they will be seeing each other again…