PLAVE | Chae Bonggu (Bamby) x Do Eunho | G | 413 words
“Eunho-ya!” Bamby’s voice cut through the song. “You’re off by a beat!”
The music stopped, and practice halted. Hamin tossed him an apologetic glance while Noah flopped onto the floor, complaining about tired knees. Yejun pat his shoulder once as he made his way to the snack table.
“That’s not true!” Eunho protested. “I’m keeping up perfectly!”
“And your hands are wrong on this part!” Bamby executed Eunho’s dance parts as demonstration again. And Eunho thought that Bamby’s movements were like scattered petals in the air, light and fluttery – again.
He was startled when a pair of hands clapped in front of him.
“Are you even paying attention?”
“Of course, hyung!” Eunho didn’t add, It’s you who wasn’t paying attention to me, but he did think it.
Bamby clicked his tongue, clearly not believing him. But practice resumed, all the way till midnight, after which Yejun called it a day. As Eunho trailed after Noah and Hamin to the exit, Bamby called after him.
“Stay a little bit more, Eunho-ya.”
Eunho’s heart did a little leap, but he played it cool.
“Aren’t you tired, hyung? You still want to go?”
“I just need to make sure you got the steps down perfectly.”
“But I already got them down perfectly.” Nonetheless Eunho went back and set his bag to the side, next to Bamby’s.
He did the sequence while Bamby clapped to the beat and made gibberish sounds as accompaniment. Eunho saw the declining arch of Bamby’s eyebrows, and braced for a lecture.
What he didn’t expect was hands bracing his waist.
Eunho clammed up, felt the beginnings of heat crawling up his neck.
“You gotta be steady here,” Bamby was saying, and his hands guided Eunho’s sides into a slant. “Now twist.”
Eunho tried; he didn’t know if he succeeded, because every cell in his body was focused on two specific areas of his torso.
Bamby clicked his tongue again, relaying his annoyance. Eunho couldn’t even refute him. “Stretch your arms like this.” One hand migrated to Eunho’s wrist, enclosing, then gently pulled until Eunho’s arm was a straight line.
Then Bamby’s hand slid down the length of Eunho’s arm. Almost slowly, like an intimate caress. It felt like a revelation. Eunho’s mind screeched to a halt.
Bamby wasn’t even aware that he short-circuited Eunho.
“Do you get it?” He stepped away; Eunho felt the gaping loss between them. And then Bamby ordered, “Now do it again.”
Suffice it to say Eunho failed.
