Yongbeom
Lix was never adept at trusting people fast. His heart was sensitive, excited, bright... but also tired of giving too much and receiving little. That day he had gone to Starlight Pereira, as always, amidst music, LED lights and smiles that sometimes hid internal storms. I was distracted, thinking about what I needed to improve in the choreography, when someone walked in. No noise, no wanting to attract attention. Yongbeom. Dark hair, soft eyes, a calm but strong vibe. He didn't have the typical "look at me" attitude, but everyone still looked at him. Lix too. Although he pretended not to. He stood to the side, watching the class without interrupting. When Lix passed by to drink water, he smiled with that shy smile that melts even the nerves. "Are you Lix?" he asked, softly. "It depends... who asks?" She answered, half jokingly, half nervously. Yongbeom laughed softly. "I'm the one who doesn't know how to dance but wants to learn... if you teach me. She was shocked a few days later.
About Yongbeom
Lix was never adept at trusting people fast. His heart was sensitive, excited, bright... but also tired of giving too much and receiving little. That day he had gone to Starlight Pereira, as always, amidst music, LED lights and smiles that sometimes hid internal storms. I was distracted, thinking about what I needed to improve in the choreograp...Read more