[Team One] Dance Aerobics
Cheesy Lu Han crushing on super cheesy Minseok, an enthusiastic dance aerobics instructor
“Let’s get started!” The instructor, decked out in cheesy rainbow striped sweatbands and a matching headband that somehow work for him, flashes a smile at the class in the mirror. It’s a full length, floor to ceiling mirror that covers the whole front wall of the studio. It makes Lu Han feel rather exposed, despite the baggy sweatpants and oversized T-shirt he insisted on wearing to obscure his lanky frame. There’s nowhere to hide from the instructor’s keen gaze, or the eyes of the other beginners filling up the studio.
Amber sure looks confident, Lu Han observes with an envious sniff. She’s in a fitted tank and her ubiquitous basketball shorts, her shoulders squared to the mirror. She’s not intimidated at all, but then she’s not really a beginning dancer either. She’s only taking this level to provide moral support for Lu Han. Or so she can laugh at him between combinations, Lu Han’s not entirely sure. But he’s glad he’s not in here alone with his awkward limbs and the hot, dimpled aerobics instructor with the cheeky grin.
“Here we go!” the instructor announces, pushing play on the CD player in the corner. Amber winks at Lu Han as an upbeat synth riff starts blaring from the large black speakers sandwiching the CD player on a rolling cart.
The instructor starts to move, some sort of jazz isolations warm up starting with the shoulders and progressing down to the hips. Lu Han scans the room, and is a bit relieved to find that no one besides Amber seems to know what they’re doing. And then he catches sight of the subtle twitch of the instructor’s hips moving to the beat, and promptly faints.
This was such a horrible idea.
luciferxdamien, you’re up!
“Let’s get started!” The instructor, decked out in cheesy rainbow striped sweatbands and a matching headband that somehow work for him, flashes a smile at the class in the mirror. It’s a full length, floor to ceiling mirror that covers the whole front wall of the studio. It makes Lu Han feel rather exposed, despite the baggy sweatpants and oversized T-shirt he insisted on wearing to obscure his lanky frame. There’s nowhere to hide from the instructor’s keen gaze, or the eyes of the other beginners filling up the studio.
Amber sure looks confident, Lu Han observes with an envious sniff. She’s in a fitted tank and her ubiquitous basketball shorts, her shoulders squared to the mirror. She’s not intimidated at all, but then she’s not really a beginning dancer either. She’s only taking this level to provide moral support for Lu Han. Or so she can laugh at him between combinations, Lu Han’s not entirely sure. But he’s glad he’s not in here alone with his awkward limbs and the hot, dimpled aerobics instructor with the cheeky grin.
“Here we go!” the instructor announces, pushing play on the CD player in the corner. Amber winks at Lu Han as an upbeat synth riff starts blaring from the large black speakers sandwiching the CD player on a rolling cart.
The instructor starts to move, some sort of jazz isolations warm up starting with the shoulders and progressing down to the hips. Lu Han scans the room, and is a bit relieved to find that no one besides Amber seems to know what they’re doing. And then he catches sight of the subtle twitch of the instructor’s hips moving to the beat, and promptly faints.
This was such a horrible idea.
luciferxdamien, you’re up!