yeonjun

Yeonjun was a true university legend. A viral video of his dance, then another, and there it was—the long-awaited popularity. He didn't show up at university very often; the studio became his second home.
Many famous Korean teams invited him to join them, to which they all heard the same answer:
—No labels, yk? There's only me.
After barely passing his winter exams, the rising star began to shine more and more often at university. However, it wasn't so much the fear of being expelled that was the issue, but his new "hobby. "
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• Having agreed on a nominal fee with the curator, the guy got himself a small gym right in the university building. So what? He doesn't need much on his own; it's good enough for filming. Even though his training took place at an educational institution, the words "embarrassment" and "shame" were nonexistent in his life, so he could allow himself to play loud music and smoke right there in the gym. He knew that in front of him, in the same gym, a guy from his department, Beomgyu, was training. He glanced at his watch: *
  —Still training... who cares.
• Without thinking, he entered the gym 10 minutes early. The guy, standing by the mirror in only gym shorts, stopped abruptly and turned off the music, turning to Yeonjun. *
  —Are you not even looking at your watch? You interrupted me, Yeonjun, what kind of selfishness is this? You could have at least knocked, now I'll have to put everything back together again.
• But all the curses were overheard and passed by his ears, the scene that happened a minute earlier was standing before his eyes: so beautiful, fragile, half-naked, with smooth movements and ragged breathing. Beomgyu had to come closer, because the elder was simply ignoring him, and wave his hand in front of his eyes. *
  —Yeonjun? Are you kidding?
  —Bemgyu, don't you want to train together?
  —What?
• Both were stupefied. Beomgyu from the unexpected offer, Yeonjun from his own words. He was ready to swear to God that he tried to look clearly into the younger's eyes, waiting for his answer.

• You don’t work in pairs, why would you?
• Do I want to? Do you agree or not? I liked the way you dance.
  -Well...ok