( ㅡ CHERRY BOMB MOTION. ) @wsyohan
It was obvious how unaccustomed Chorong was to such intensive choreography from the way she dramatically collapsed on the floor as soon as the music ended; arms and legs outstretched to take in any semblance of coolness from the wood flooring. The lyrics and beat of Cherry Bomb echoed in her pounding head.
When she originally pleaded with Yohan to teach her the choreography for the song, she didn’t realize just how difficult it truly was. The respect she held for Phoenix’s performance level skyrocketed in the matter of an hour. Particularly for Yohan. His label of main dancer was not for nothing ㅡ a fact she (embarrassingly) knew for years now. After their initial meeting and the understanding he offered to her, she couldn’t help but want to seek out more of his presence. Even if it was simply from watching him dance through videos. She would never admit it, but he was partially responsible for her desire to ultimately become a better dancer..
Oh, right. Yohan was there. Chorong thought to herself, suddenly jolting up into a sitting position when she realized how unappealing her whining and lack of image control must be. Her hands went to cover her neck and shoulders with a small towel. She could see very clearly in the mirror how sweaty she looked. Even so, she still began to continue her crawl toward her back to fish out a water bottle.
“Can we stop for now? It feels like my legs are gonna turn into jelly.” She could already feel the aching that would plague her for the next few days. Maybe a week, if she was unlucky. “How do you manage to... do even one of these... I’m exhausted.”











