Chapter 4: The Mirror Room

The practice room on the second basement floor had a mirror wall and a wooden floor that smelled of sweat and wax.

By ten-thirty the other four members had gone home to the dorm.

Ha-jun stayed behind to fix the last eight counts of his solo for "Static."

Seung-ho sat in a folding chair by the door with a tablet on his knee and watched him do it half a dozen times.

"Again," he said, each time.

Ha-jun's T-shirt was soaked through, and his silver hair hung in wet strands over his eyes.

On the next run he nailed the turn, the drop and the long slide to the floor.

He came up breathing hard and looked at the mirror.

Seung-ho had put down the tablet.

He stood, walked to the door, and turned the lock.

The bolt slid home with a heavy click.

"The corridor camera ends at the elevator," he said. "The room has none."

"Is that why you stayed?"

"I stayed because your left shoulder drops on the turn."

"Is that why you locked the door?"

Seung-ho took off his glasses and folded them into his breast pocket.

It was the second time Ha-jun had seen him do that, and his stomach dropped.

"Come here," Seung-ho said.

Ha-jun walked across the wooden floor with his heart hammering.

Seung-ho caught him by the shoulders and turned him to face the mirror.

Then he stood behind him, a whole head taller.

Ha-jun saw the two of them together: the tall man in the dark suit and the slim wet dancer in front of him.

"Look," Seung-ho said into his ear.

"At what?"

"At yourself. You never do."

Ha-jun looked.

He saw flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips from last night, a pulse beating in his neck, and eyes gone dark and wide.

He saw Seung-ho's big hands slide down his arms and settle on his waist.

"You did well tonight," Seung-ho said.

"I dropped my shoulder."

"You did well anyway. So you get a reward."

His hands slid under the soaked T-shirt, up over Ha-jun's ribs, and pulled it off over his head.

Then they went to the waistband of his gray sweatpants and pushed them down to his thighs, along with his underwear.

Ha-jun's cock sprang free, hard and flushed and already shining at the tip.

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