Practice Makes a Grown Man Cry
PRACTICE MAKES A GROWN MAN CRY;; PG-13
written for a request here
henry needs help practicing for his stage w/soshi and hyoyeon ends up being his victim
Banging on the door is never a good way to get Hyoyeon's attention and so it takes Henry practically twenty minutes for it to work until she's finally opening the door, slack jawed and only answering him with an expectant "What?"
"I was up all night rehearsing and it is NOT happening. Like my body refuses to sway. Honestly this is Siwon's fault for chiding me anytime i tried to dance during practice." Henry enters through the door with two hands in his hair and an unattractive coat of sweat lining his upper lid, his eyes frantic before he decides to mock a few of Siwon's trademark gestures between his ranting, "He always told me my dancing was a product of watching too much American porn."
"American porn? What's the difference?" Hyoyeon moves into the kitchen of her dorm and takes an apple out of the fruit basket, silently amused at the way Henry is talking ten times too fast and a bunch of his Korean words are slurring to the point where she can't really understand him fully.
"I don't know. Hyung says us Americans move too much with our bodies or something. Which is why I am bad at dancing because my body sways like a snake but otherwise I'm completely stiff."
"Are you telling me Siwon oppa watches Korean and American porn? No wait - porn in general? Choi Siwon?"
"And you don't? You're missing the point here, Hyoyeon." Henry walks over and grabs Hyoyeon by her ratty t-shirt collar - her favorite shirt to fall asleep in she explains to him through unfavorable eye daggers while he dismisses this and exudes his point clear cut, "I can't dance. I can't dance for shit. I can do choreographed moves to Justin Bieber because I'm good at acting cute - it's the dimples. I can do choreography to my band's songs because we practice the same song for five weeks straight and Eunhyuk keeps me in line. I can dance with a violin because it gives me feeling. But the secret that no one ever seems to really figure out about me is that I honestly can't dance - especially a spontaneous body curve with two girls, and you, well, you need to help."
"Okay, first let go of me," Hyoyeon chucks out her apple from her mouth and sticks it in Henry's open agape one in hopes it will help shut it up which is does so pleasantly, "and two more things: it's not really a secret because I already knew you couldn't dance. And yes I'll help you on the condition that you keep your voice down low because Seohyun is sleeping and will kill us both, you first; mind you, if she knew you were here at two in the morning."
Henry simply nods, chewing through the apple, looking every piece of frantic he did the second he walked in.
"Oh, and enough with the energy drinks, they're not helping you any."
Two hours later, Hyoyeon's small and stifling room becomes the symbolism for hell-hole, and the song with their lovely voice tacked over it becomes embedded in their brains along with the frustration of Henry not being able to roll his body right. Over and over.
"You need to just get lost in the music and feel it. Feel the rhythm."
"You are a terrible teacher, you have been saying the same thing to me on repeat! Might as well rinse and lather now, excuse me, if you would be so kind to point me to the restroom?"
"Ugh, why are you here bothering me instead of Yuri? My god, the last time I'll ever complain about not being first choice again."
"Actually she was my first choice," Henry grins toothily with a hammy expression showing while Hyoyeon throws a bright yellow teddy bear at him from her bed, "you just got to the door first."
"Henry, who do you think is sexy?"
"Between you and Yuri....uhhhh....I'd rather not get beat up again, that bruise from the last hour is still killing my shoulder."
"No, asshole. In the general term of things."
"Are you trying to trick me into saying who I have a crush on?" he crosses his arms and puffs out his lips real haughty, crossing over to the other side of the room, far away from Hyoyeon's reach. "Because I don't have a crush on anyone and even if I did I wouldn't admit it. I'm desperate here, not stupid."
"I had no idea how difficult you were," Hyoyeon sighs and throws another stuffed animal from her bed before getting up and walking straight to Henry, doing her best to make straightforward eye-contact with him despite the height difference. "out of all the females in the world who do you think has the sexiest body?"
"Angelina Jolie!" Henry answers a little too easily, blushing as a counteract. "you're standing really close to me, you know. I can feel your nostrils flaring on my lips and I don't think we're at that level of friendship yet, Hyoyeon..."
"Shut up and close your eyes. do it!" Hyoyeon nudges Henry in the ribs until he closes his eyes and follows suit, "now don't open your eyes until I tell you to do so. The music's back on and you're going to pretend I'm Angelina Jolie."
"What! No."
"Do it." Hyoyeon insists, tucking her two hands behind Henry's soft back and bringing them closer. "It's just you and Angelina Jolie in the room. Well and Yuri in the invisible corner but we'll get to her later."
Henry makes a face full of squirming but Hyoyeon chooses to ignore his childish gestures in favor of his quietness instead and proceeds to let a finger trail down Henry's side and let it waver dramatically when she reaches his thighs. "Angelina Jolie is touching you. You are the in the south of Italy, caught in a grape vine and the sun is set romantically and Angelina Jolie has just told you your lips are almost as plump and beautiful as hers..." Hyoyeon stifles a laugh, covering it up by taking a hand and gently caressing Henry's tufts of hair, "she wants you and you want her, you want her right in the grape vine but you've only got a second to prove it because her flight leaves soon and she's going to the tundras far far away, and the music takes over you both."
Hyoyeon pushes herself away from Henry who seems to be finally under the spell of Hyoyeon's magic and getting it. She presses back upon him from behind, swaying with the music exponentially and freely, the curves of her torso becoming poignant against his back, the touch of her breasts subtle as she presses them into the indents of his muscles, the palm of her hands becoming lyrical down the pattern of his spine and the bends of his knees. His eyes stay closed but his body is far from limp when Hyoyeon moves to the front and reaches over, doing a body sway of her own and expects him to do the same thing back: he does, his arms falling into hers as his body tucks upon itself into a gorgeous S line and she controls his arms from the tip of her hair down the trail of her own body, until she's made sure he's touched every part of her that could constitute as sexy.
"Do you feel it?" she says after a while when the song is on another loop and they are harmonizing in silence. Somehow in between the last roll, her eyes fell shut too and she herself had begun to rely on the touch of Henry's fingers and confidence to keep dancing and moving.
"Feel what?" Henry murmurs, his words getting stuck somewhere above the crown of Hyoyeon's hair. She turns around so that her back is inched into his chest and she drags an arm around his neck, slowly exhaling until she takes one last breath and curves her ass into his crotch and shimmies her body down until she's bending with her hands wrapped around her ankles.
"That." Henry smiles lazily, doing a turn of his own, his hands finding their way around Hyoyeon's waist and gripping them until she bends back up when the music stops and she's curled up in his neck, beads of sweat pulsating from the both of them.
"You can open your eyes now," Henry permits Hyoyeon, and she opens them slowly to discover two obnoxious dimples gazing at her in satisfaction.
"You're pretty good," Hyoyeon recovers, backing away slowly and patting herself down until her weave falls in tact and her breathing is regulated much to Henry's unadulterated glee. "just do that again for the live."
"Thanks, Hyoyeon, I'll try."
"Remember that we're not going to dance that close in reality so try to imprint what my tits felt like since it's never going to happen again."
"Kay, but keep that in check for my dick too, yeah?"
"And your ass better not use me as a replacement from Angelina Jolie in your wet dreams tonight." Hyoyeon reminds him, eyeing Henry below the pants for a friendly reminder.
"Oh, you don't have to worry about that," Henry's mouth widens again, his cheeks growing tenfold, newly opened eyes practically scanning her to a naked degree, and Hyoyeon throws another stuffed animal at him as a preemptive measure for whatever is about to come out of his mouth, "that's why Yuri's in the song with us isn't she?"
It's going to be hours before Hyoyeon erases the smirk on Henry's face from her mind as she kicks him out the door with a mocking kiss goodbye, and days before they go into rehearsals for the live shoot and she has to deal with his insufferable new confidence she instills on him. But the worst part for Hyoyeon, she hates, as she climbs into her bed after recollecting her animals from the floor and turning the music off with an exasperated sigh is that uncomfortable growing of hotness climbing upon her face every time she remembers the feel of Henry's soft and supple skin just besides her, and the fact that she finds the memory of his hot breath sinking warmth upon the touch of her skin to be absolutely and wonderfully unforgettable.