Dance Wonderfully
It isn’t very hard to ask for a break after a relentless attack at the chorus. Nor is it difficult to ask for repeated, quick lessons.
“Again, please?” Changmin mumbles in deep accented English, the kind he learned from Junsu who has nudged Jaejoong to have him kick the back of Yunho’s ankle to ask Yoochun how to say “what the heck was that move again?”
The response finds itself diluted on Min’s lips, coming from an elegant - and overly wordy- phrase to the chopped plea it is now. But their American counterpart understands and slowly rewinds the choreography.
He’s a lenient guy, Kenny. He laughs at Junsu’s delight when they sway their hips and encourages the slim figure of Jaejoong to move with the music and not the counted steps.
So when they huddle about a small TV set, crouched on knees and leaning over at the sides of the little grey box, they imagine that he’ll find their idea interesting.
Correction, “your idea,” Yoochun slants bored eyes at a grinning Junsu.
Let’s not concern ourselves with the notion that out of nowhere, a tape reveals itself in Su’s hands and he slides it into the VCR and cuddles over Kenny’s shoulder. “Watch, watch.”
Silence sets in the studio for a moment before the laughter of women break through and a familiar Susie Q tune chirps in. Kenny cannot understand why they’re watching five women dance in heels but he watches either way, squinting to see just what exactly the charismatic member of TVXQ wants him to see.
“Okay! Okay!” Junsu suddenly points, finger practically digging into the cupped cheek of So Hee from the Wonder Girls and Changmin lightly curses under his breath. “I knew it,” he rolls his eyes. “I knew it.”
“Eomeona, that part. Chunnie, tell him we want to do that part.”
“Junsu….,” the older man could only drag a hand over his face, peeking between fingers to find an indignantly pouting Kim.
But Kenny gets the hint and imitates the action along with the syllables. “Omona?”
Attention snaps towards the choreographer’s expression and only Junsu is able to escape his shock and nod vigorously. “Eomeona!”
It wasn’t hard to incorporate the little move into the dance and as asked, Junsu was front and center for the motion; hand spread over his pink lips like a slip of the tongue had been made but this boy wasn’t anywhere near apologetic for such a voiced desire.
It wasn’t hard at all.
“Again, please?” Changmin mumbles in deep accented English, the kind he learned from Junsu who has nudged Jaejoong to have him kick the back of Yunho’s ankle to ask Yoochun how to say “what the heck was that move again?”
The response finds itself diluted on Min’s lips, coming from an elegant - and overly wordy- phrase to the chopped plea it is now. But their American counterpart understands and slowly rewinds the choreography.
He’s a lenient guy, Kenny. He laughs at Junsu’s delight when they sway their hips and encourages the slim figure of Jaejoong to move with the music and not the counted steps.
So when they huddle about a small TV set, crouched on knees and leaning over at the sides of the little grey box, they imagine that he’ll find their idea interesting.
Correction, “your idea,” Yoochun slants bored eyes at a grinning Junsu.
Let’s not concern ourselves with the notion that out of nowhere, a tape reveals itself in Su’s hands and he slides it into the VCR and cuddles over Kenny’s shoulder. “Watch, watch.”
Silence sets in the studio for a moment before the laughter of women break through and a familiar Susie Q tune chirps in. Kenny cannot understand why they’re watching five women dance in heels but he watches either way, squinting to see just what exactly the charismatic member of TVXQ wants him to see.
“Okay! Okay!” Junsu suddenly points, finger practically digging into the cupped cheek of So Hee from the Wonder Girls and Changmin lightly curses under his breath. “I knew it,” he rolls his eyes. “I knew it.”
“Eomeona, that part. Chunnie, tell him we want to do that part.”
“Junsu….,” the older man could only drag a hand over his face, peeking between fingers to find an indignantly pouting Kim.
But Kenny gets the hint and imitates the action along with the syllables. “Omona?”
Attention snaps towards the choreographer’s expression and only Junsu is able to escape his shock and nod vigorously. “Eomeona!”
It wasn’t hard to incorporate the little move into the dance and as asked, Junsu was front and center for the motion; hand spread over his pink lips like a slip of the tongue had been made but this boy wasn’t anywhere near apologetic for such a voiced desire.
It wasn’t hard at all.