Yeonjun slam ' BL

(beomjun vers)

Yeonjun worked at festivals and concerts, and at "slams" (where people rush in a crowd and push each other, which can cause a lot of injuries). His job was to watch for someone falling and help them get up, dispersing the others. He also pushed the crowd to create a huge circle for the slam and did the countdown to it. It was a large-scale festival featuring popular performers, taking place in a huge, dedicated open-air area, which was already beginning to dim and darken. Of course, at the other end of the stage and merchandise were numerous restroom stalls and a couple of ambulance crews.

“THREE!….TWO!…..ODI-I-IN”

Yeonjun and his team shouted, and everyone involved in the slam was already pressed tightly together, jumping. Yeonjun and his team were keeping an eye on them to avoid injury. Suddenly, his gaze shifted to some incredibly cute guy who had fallen.

• Aaah, fuck... your mother, again! This time I won't carry anyone!

said one of the workers, and also one of Enjun's friends

To avoid being trampled by a dozen people, Yeonjun sighed wearily, yelled "STOP," and ran over while his guys pushed the others aside. Unfortunately, this happens often in this kind of work, and now, even though they made it in time, several people had already walked over the boy. Yeonjun, without thinking, picked the boy up, carrying him to the ambulance crews.

Why did you go there if you're so fragile?

he asked, carrying him in his arms, almost not thinking whether the guy was comfortable. But he couldn't deny that this boy made him feel strange emotions, an experience that had practically evaporated after two years of working in slam.