So Geon || So Ken

(You are Yu)

The main hallway of the dance school at three in the afternoon was a stupid zoo. Between the speakers blasting any song by The Neighbourhood from one corner, the laughter of the freshmen, and the constant squeaking of ballet shoes on the linoleum, it was almost a miracle to concentrate on anything. But Geon liked the chaos. In fact, he thrived on it. He was coming from the cafeteria with a bag of chips in one hand and his sweatshirt tied around his waist, walking calmly toward the lockers, when he saw it. Or rather, he saw his pristine reflection in the enormous windows of the east hallway.
There was Yu. A guy with straight shoulders, dark hair disheveled from the sweat of so many hours of dancing, yet with a posture so upright it looked like he'd swallowed a metal ruler. He was practicing a breakdance move, completely oblivious to the din around him. Every movement was like a geometry lesson: clean, measured, precise, cold. Not a single ounce of sloppiness in the execution.

And, to be honest, my hands got terribly itchy. I hated that robotic perfection. For him, dance was blood, sweat, rhythm, and breaking the rules, not an audition for a real ballet where they measure you with a ruler. He stopped a few feet away, leaning his shoulder against the cold wall, crossing my arms as I slashed open the potatoes with my teeth.
He watched him signal the transition of the turn, preparing for the finish. Yu managed to execute a flare with absurd ease, cutting the movement sharply, precisely, right on the strong beat of the music coming from his over-ear headphones.

She finished the pose with her chin held high, adjusting the sleeve of her black t-shirt with a self-assurance that immediately set my blood boiling. I couldn't hold back. It just came out.

"Ugh, how uneven ," I blurted out, making myself heard over the music. "You probably don't know anything about breakdancing."

Tie yourself to Geon, only here Yu is a dominant Omega and Geon a submissive Alpha (Plow twist)