ryeowook/oc | romance | pg-13
ryeowook isn’t sure if his latest solo has the him or the fans flustered more.
Ryeowook doesn’t like changing backup dancers.
There are some people, like Hyukjae and Donghae, who just know each other. It shows no matter what—and especially on stage. They have chemistry, and the way their bodies move to compliment each other’s is something that the other members have always envied.
Ryeowook wants something like that too—he wants backup dancers that know how he dances, that know the quirks with which he moves—he wants to make the audience scream their throats hoarse because his hips moved perfectly in sync with one of the dancer’s hips.
It’s not hard, really. Since the first time, he knows which number to call, which strings to pull to ask for the same dancers. There’s one in particular—she has a soft smile, completely contradictory to the clean cut image she shows on stage, all smooth curves and sensual rolls of her body. He’s treated all of his backup dancers to dinner once, after his first performance of Insomnia (she was there), and she’s still here today—she was there for Blame It On the Girls, and she’ll be there for Moves Like Jagger.
She’s gorgeous, really—Ryeowook suppresses a shudder partway through their rehearsal when her fingers trail down his cheek, when her palms, steady and with purpose, run across his stomach.
When the music finally stops, they step away from each other, breaths heavy. “Just one month?” she asks, staring incredulously at him. “Really?”
“I worked hard?” he tries to substitute, feeling his cheeks flush. It’s true, though—it only did take him one month to build up his abs into what they are today. That probably just means that he’ll lose them just as quickly. (Jungsu has had experience in that area—he’s told Ryeowook about it.)
“Well.” Her eyes run over him, from head to toe. “Congratulations. The fans will love it. Not so sure how much they’ll like me all over you, though.”
“That’s part of the performance. They’ll like it.” He grins. “One more time?”
She nods. “Yeah, sure.”
He starts the music again, and halfway through the song, there it is—her heat, the familiar scent of her skin—it’s heady, it’s intoxicating—and he freezes even though it’s not accounted for in the dance steps, his hands on her hips and her gaze diverted to his neck.
The music continues playing, but they don’t move.
Ryeowook’s fingers fiddle with the hem of her shirt, and he feels the faintest shiver run through her body. She’s his favorite dancer for a reason—not only because she’s already so used to the way he moves, but also because how at ease he is when he dances with her—how effortlessly their bodies click in sync, and maybe he finally understands how Hyukjae and Donghae feel—
Their lips brush once, so faint it’s almost not there, but Ryeowook feels it, like liquid fire straight through his veins. He sucks in a small breath and he sees her doing the same—before their mouths meet again, for just a few moments longer.
A second later and she’s pulled away, and there are a good few feet in between them. Ryeowook feels hot, like he’s just overstepped a line—and the music continues to play, the bass thrumming in his chest, steady and mooooves like Jagger—
If anything, he thinks faintly, this solo of his will definitely be the hottest one yet.
(He can’t wait.)
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- moves like jagger, guys. moves like jagger.
- i cannot possibly be the only wook stan who also ships him with girls. that crotch in his face was the hottest thing ever. let all the girls run their hands over his abs. it's the single most hottest thing i've seen in my life.