tigers on a gold leash

coffee shop, hayoung & eunji.

[`/ laughs] That’s a lie and you know it. [`/ smiles at her] You love them just as much as I used to, right? Seeing the joy on their faces as they get a dance move that they wanted to learn for a long time down and being able to do it perfectly — I guess that’s why there are people who love to teach. [`/ shakes her head, never having understood when parents used to ask her to be ‘more strict’ or ‘harder on the kids’ when she just wanted to see them have fun while doing something that they loved // sighs, playing with the edge of the coffee mug with her fingers] Nope, not since I left. [`/ stares hard at her coffee, willing herself to not cry] 

[' nods in agreement ] as much as i complain about them, they really make my job so worthwhile [' clicks her fingers ] yes! just the other day, one of the new girls from my class did her first successful backflip. i had to hold on to her, but she hadn't done any kind of gymnastics before. she was going to cry from happiness. i was choking up a bit too [' laughs, relating so much to how that student felt and takes a moment to be silent as she appreciates her life. soon looks up at eunji, noticing the expression on her face. ] oh -- i -- i didn't realise you didn't want to -- [' stutters as she quickly reels her words back, reaching out to the other ] they'll come around eventually. they love you, after all. [' smiles ] 

`gone too long ⧐ hyuk & hayoung

{` she was so cute, she really was. he couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face as she so desperately tried to match his moves with her own, as if trying to corner the king on the chessboard, but he invented this game, he knew his moves by heart and they always granted him victory. he felt goosebumps rise across his flesh as her fingertips found his skin and they only grew in number as those same fingers dipped beneath the waist band of his boxer briefs. he chewed his bottom lip, a low chuckle resonating from deep within his chest. he stepped even closer, pressing himself more fully against her hand} Are you really that comfortable? {` he asked her, his voice husky and low, a rough whisper against her ear. his own fingers were playing with the edge of her pants now, eager to show her just how the game was really played. he smirked before allowing his lips to graze her earlobe} hayoung-ah, just give up, it’s okay. oppa won’t think any less of you {` he told her. these games seemed to define them and they were fun, but he didn’t want to cross a line. he, of course, had no problem with that, but he respected hayoung too much to do something that hayoung might be uncomfortable with later on}

[' an unfamiliar shiver runs down her spine as she feels his lips on her ear, the breath of his voice something she was more than familiar with. her heart is just about ready to jump out of her heart but her mind is willing her to not succumb so quickly. there was a reason why oh hayoung wasn't considered easy -- even with these games, even with everything that hyuk is she knows that they have an unspoken respect for each other. and she briefly wonders if she could use that against him ] hyuk-ah [' her voice is forced into a tone of what she hopes he takes as lust, shuffling sideways so that her pants brush against his but still keeps the touch there ] why think less when you could see more [' she pauses, looking up slowly as she licks her lips ] if you know what i mean. 

`gone too long ⧐ hyuk & hayoung

{` honestly, he was rather impressed with hayoung thus far. he had never expected her to come so far while sober. her hand was resting just above his belly button. he glanced down at himself and then back to the girl, raising a brow as if to say ‘annnnnd?’. he wondered how long she was going to be able to keep this up, because honestly, he didn’t mind how far they went at all, but he knew that she was going to back out first. he had this games’ victory in the bag before they had even started playing} hayoung-ah {` he sang in a husky voice, tilting his head to the side and grinning at her smugly} hayoung, you’re getting nervous, now, aren’t you? {` he whispered, moving his face closer to hers, pressing his firm form against her hand} you might think that you’re playing along with me, but i’ve already crossed the finish line. you’re just trying to catch up {` he whispered against her ear, his lips grazing her earlobe} if you want to quit, i’ll understand {` he chuckled} after all, you are the one who mentioned our boundaries. i think you’re feeling a bit uncomfortable toeing them the way we are. {` his fingers brushed against the apple of her cheek as he tucked her hair behind her ear}

[' almost too scared to catch the stare she knew she was getting, hayoung sucks in a silent breath, trying to figure out what to do next. she knew that if she looked up, she'd falter and the entire game would be over -- he would win again. but she wasn't going to let him win, not this time. so instead she coughs, smirking ] what do you think, hyuk oppa? [' there was a sickly sweet tone to her words, tossing her hair over one shoulder as she looked up at him, her other hand still rested on his lower torso, slipping closer and closer ] what if there was no finish line to begin with? [' she laughs, confident ] what if i want to create something else and you're only now figuring it out. hm? [' she feels the shivers down her spine as his fingers brush her cheek. forces herself not to blush as she, finally, slips her hand under his shirt and onto his bare skin. she traces her way to his back, only the tip of her fingers underneath the band of his underwear. ] i'm perfectly comfortable where i am. 

coffee shop, hayoung & eunji.

I was always told I was too nice to my younger students when I used to teach. [`/ sighs wistfully, missing when she used to teach students back at her old dance studio] But why should we be mean to them, right? We’re fueling their passion for dancing! I think it would be horrible if some kid had a bad dance instructor who yelled at them and then they wanted to give it up. [`/ frowns a bit] I guess … if you think about it that way. [`/ shrugs] I do, but I don’t? I could never do what I’m doing right now if I hadn’t left, you know?

you? too nice? [' laughs a little, head shaking ] i kind of get that. but i don't know how you can stay nice with those little gremlins. [' smiles ] they're the best though, i have to say. [' claps her hands together, nodding in agreement ] yes! see, you get it. i don't know why parents get mad at wanting to dance or other teachers get mad at their students, it's better than them running off and being a thug. sad world we live in [' sighs, sipping from her coffee again ] that's true. you haven't spoken to them, hey? 

`gone too long ⧐ hyuk & hayoung

{` hyuk actually let out a shriek when hayoung came at him, mostly because he was so surprised that the girl could move so quickly. he tried to get away, but he ended up stumbling a bit. there was no way he was going to be able to escape her, she had the jump on him, quite literally. he laughed, trying to dodge her lips half-heartedly, pretending to struggle when really, he was enjoying every second of her pressing against him and peppering his face with kisses} - {` at her threat, he simply rolled his eyes} hayoung, please {` he said dramatically, doing his best to imitate those dramatic girls that everyone saw so often on television} why the hell would i tell you to stop when i have a pretty girl raining kisses down on my face? i’d have to be an idiot {` he told her quite plainly. he did take a moment to consider her face and maybe that wasn’t such a good thing, because she really was, quite truthfully, very pretty, and his brain was starting to feel fuzzy like it did on the nights when he drank too much and they hooked up.} - {` to cover his slight lapse in brain function, he craned his neck and playfully nipped the tip of her nose} I don’t concede. 

[' a little, or rather a lot, surprised that he hadn't taken her threat as seriously, she leans back to look at him. with her arms still slung comfortably around his neck, she leans into his chest in a laugh ] are you really not worried? i mean, i'm pretty thug. i have no limits. whether drunk or sober. you know that. what if i -- [' pauses for dramatic effect, voice dropping as she stands on her toes to whisper into his ear ] what if i decided to completely disregard our normally set out boudaries, hm? [' her hand slips below his jacket so that her palm lays directly over his heart, the thin fabric of his shirt the only thing stopping the skin-to-skin contact. her hand slowly makes its way down his torso, where it stops just above his belly button ] are you really not worried, hyuk? [' she dying to stop inside, not taking this situation at all seriously and has no plans to actually drop her hands into his pants. but she wasnt going to let him win so easily. she was oh hayoung after all ]

yeah yeah, `/ snorts, though feeling a little proud for all the wrong reasons /; i couldn’t be any happier that i dropped out of school, ah - `/ cringes and sinks into his arms on the surface of the table /; life’s ‘ight. been juggling a few jobs here and there, and continuing with dance and all that jazz. `/ furrows brows /; i don’t have a girlfriend, ‘tch, what are you talkin’ about?

why do you always have to be so -- [' pauses, trying to find the right word to describe him ] -- indifferent? yeah, i think that's the word. you could be, like, happy. or, stupid. whatever. [' peers over at him ] really? you don't miss it at all? [' nods ] i don't know, i've been thinking about doing the same. dropping out of school and all. but i know my parents would want me to at least finish. i'm not struggling too much balancing school and dance so i think i'm okay right now. [' shrugs before she laughs in obvious disbelief ] yeah. sure. joohyuk oppa without a girl? yeah. okay. whatever.