though he’s the most artistic out of his brothers, baek ah simply isn’t made                 to dance. fluidity came through his fingers, pressing pencil to paper or guiding                 fingertips against strings. he knew timing, pace, things translated from his                 knowledge of music to dance, however, the naturalness he found in making                music found no place in his talent for dance. unfortunately, he knew this from                experience — the first time he’d tried to keep up dance with her had ended                up a disaster ( involving embarrassment and maybe a sprained ankle ).

                woo hee, on the other hand, radiates elegance in her movement. in every                performance, her grace is incomparable. it’s a source of both admiration                and envy , although the former always outweighs the last. 

                his hands settle awkwardly at her waist, as they always seem to do, and it’s                always woo hee who has to guide the dance. he follows her prompts to the                best of his ability ( though admittedly lacking ) and, once more to experience,                finds that simply doing what she tells him to is better than trying to be fancy                and impress her. 

                ❝ you’re good at this. ❞ he comments abruptly, slightly breathless and trying                to cover it up. amusement tugs at the corners of his lips and he laughs softly.                normally, it was baek ah who instructed woo hee, following the choreography                she’d made for him to compare to her practice. how odd it was to be on the                other end of that.

                an uncontrollable smile spreads across baek ah’s face as his fingertips                linger on her hands, moving his fingers down to grasp her hands in his.                their secret meetings away from public eye were sacred, precious to                 him as if each moment were a treasure in itself. though their relationship                 wasn’t unknown, the intimacy and privacy that the two of them could                 enjoy under the cover of night was much preferable to the passing                 whispers and rushed affections they shared in the day. their exchanges                under the lantern light were gentle, slow, so that they could be savoured.

                his reply comes confidently, tone hushed lest his words reach the ears                 of anyone other than her. ❝ and you are the best for me. ❞

                  WTF CRYS I LOVE U SM !!!! im go ign to combuST !!!!!