The sidewalk was wet and slippery. It had been raining the whole night. Nature seemed to be imitating your mood. You were approaching the dance building, inside University of Arts’ campus. It was lunch hour and people seemed to be going in your opposite direction. They were leaving the main halls as you entered them.
You had been pissed with yourself for not being able to play the piano score you were assigned to.Maurice Ravel’s “Boléro” wasn’t a difficult piece, it wasn’t like you had to play his incredibly difficult one, “Gaspard de la Nuit”. That error had dumped you all the way to the bottom of the class ranks. Your teacher wasn’t very pleased, and you were made an example by being punished. He said “Boléro” was initially composed for a ballet. So, every day after your morning class, you were supposed to play the piano for a dance class in the afternoon. For four weeks. Your teacher and their teacher were friends since middle school, and the person who usually played was on sick leave.
So, you were not happy. Instead of practicing the actual score, you were forced to play Giselle’s songs all afternoon. That pushed your own rehearsals through the night and you had barely time to sleep. The only consolation in all of this mess, was that you got a chance to see him.
Playing the part of Albrecht, it was the most beautiful guy you’ve ever seen. Most ballerinas (and some ballerinos) in class swooned over him. And so many people from other courses. His skin had a unique color. It reminded you of honey and cinnamon. Besides being incredibly handsome, he was incredibly talented. No wonder he got one of the main roles and all the hearts in class. Kim Jongin could have been a prince in another life. That was his nickname at campus: The Prince. Or Prince Kai. You had no clue why, his best friends called him Kai.
Despite his skin’s warm color, he had a chilly personality. He was reserved and didn’t talk much. His bluntness yet polite style was diminished as part of his charms. His passion was only clear when he danced. He was really hard working and practiced all hours possible. Something you wished you were also doing. But now your fingers only played songs by Adolphe Adam, to your despair.
You were early and entered the class wishing nobody was there. You wanted to practice something you’d actually need for your failing class. To your despair, The Prince himself was there, warming up. Great. You had skipped your two hours’ lunch break for nothing. He looked at you, and gave you a shy smile, nodding in your direction.
You did the same, but not giving him the satisfaction of a smile from you. You went straight to the point. “Mr. Kim Jongin, do you mind if I practice a little bit in here?” you asked. He looked at you with big eyes and blinked. “But I’m practicing in here” he said. You rolled your eyes at this response and turned around to leave.
“Wait!” he said. You turned around and faced him. “I’ll make a deal with you. You can practice whatever you want for one hour every day. But you have to play for me for the other hour. I need to practice the act two more.” You pondered at his words. You could just look for another room to practice yourself those two whole hours. But something about his eyes (and his entire body, really) made you accept it.
So you sat down at the piano as he warmed up. In your head all these questions blurred your thoughts. Why would he need you to play for him? He could easily plug an USB at the classroom’s sound system. Or even play the song directly on his phone. You scolded yourself. Thinking about it wouldn’t help. So you let your hands do their dance on the piano.
You started great. Your mind flew to the notes and let the song fill you up. But as you got closer to the part you always made a mistake, your head started blocking you. As always, you failed it. One week have passed since your mistake in class, and nothing got better. Only if you could practice instead of playing the piano for a bunch of people in tutus and leotards, you would be able to improve. You tried again and again and it didn’t come out right, no matter how hard you tried and your hour was almost up. You smashed the piano keys with your fists in your anger.
“Wow, what did the piano do to you?” You raised your head and you noticed Jongin smirking at you. He was leaning on the piano. At this close range you could see his defined muscles in detail. They were incredibly noticeable with those tight pants. You suddenly felt thirsty. He smiled at you and sat down next to you on the bench, pushing you slightly. You were well aware of the pressure of his thigh and knee against yours.
“I guess Ravel would be disappointed at you. It’s not as if this was ‘Gaspard de la Nuit’, you know.”You couldn’t look away. Did he read your thoughts? Well, “Bólero” was a common known song, but how did he knew “Gaspard de la Nuit”? How dare he talk to you so informally? You must have made an outraged face, because he laughed at you as his fingers tapped a simple melody on the piano keys. It made only you more irritable. Gosh, he was way sexier laughing than with his usual poker face. You hated yourself for thinking like this.
“Look, all arts are the same. It’s something we do with our bodies and minds. Your body is… well, you’re not lacking at this department.” You noticed him scanning your body and taking a little while longer on your breasts and stopped at your hands. You were already thirsty, now you were hot. “But your mind… You need to work on that a little more. You’re stuck on your own errors, beautiful. You need to relax.” He winked at you. Then he flicked his fingers in the middle of your forehead, making your jump with the sudden contact. “Your hour is up, play my part in act two.” Just like that he was back at the bars, waiting for your cue, eyes on the mirrored wall.
Your fingers played on their own for the rest of the day. Only when you got to your dorm, hours later, you started to process everything that just happened. You didn’t even practice that night. You could only think about Jongin’s advice. And his muscular, yet slim, body. And his full smile when he looked at you. Have you ever seen him smile like that before?
The next day, after your usual class, you went to get lunch. Yesterday you were so taken aback you didn’t even had dinner and had a light breakfast. So you opted for a big portion of fried chicken. But it ended up being more than you could literally chew, so you stuffed the rest on a doggy bag. You passed on the bathroom and went to the dance class.
The Prince was there again. He was in fact keeping his promise. He called your name and waved at you, that irresistible smile again on his face. He looked at the package in your hand. “Is that… Is that fried chicken?” his eyes seemed to glow. You didn’t understand why he was so excited about deep fried chicken. “Yeah…? They’re my lunch’s leftovers.” was your answer. He kept looking at it like a little puppy. Imagine what his fans would say if they saw him like this.
“Do… do you want it?” and you raised your arm, offering him the paper bag. “Don’t mind if I do.” and proceeded to eat it unceremoniously. You shook your head and scoffed. Dancers usually ate very little, but he was attacking the chicken. You took a little package of wet tissues from your pocket and threw at him. “Here, for after you finish. You don’t want to let your fans see you with greasy hands.”He grabbed it and smiled at you, his mouth full of chicken. Why was he smiling so much lately?
Two weeks passed and you found yourself more eager to play before the afternoon class. You two started talking more and more. You started bringing him lunch, always saying you’ve made or bought too much. People started noticing The Prince’s more often smiles. You became friends, started talking informally and exchanged numbers. You even got to hang out a few times after class. Once, after you two had lunch on the classroom floor, he laid unceremoniously on your lap. He said that, instead of playing the piano for him that day, you had to play with his hair. You gladly obeyed.
Sometimes he would say some things that would make your heart flutter. He was always scolding you for demanding too much of yourself. One of these nights after class you went to a fried chicken restaurant and talked about almost your entire lives. The subject changed to past romances and you sighted as you admitted you never had anything serious, because the piano always came first. And started your wave of self-deprecation.
He flicked your forehead like the other day. He said he thought you were smart, talented and beautiful. Just like him, he added. “Imagine if we got married and had babies? They would be super cute and incredibly smart artists.” You looked at him, your heart bumping fast. But he laughed it off, saying it was a joke, and he always addressed you as “friend” after that. You never hated the “friend zone” more than this moment.
At the same time your music improved. Without your own constant pressure to be perfect, like Jongin said, it came naturally. So, when your teacher asked you to play the piece again in your morning class, one week before scheduled, you got it perfectly. But, when the teacher announced that you didn’t have to play in the afternoon class anymore your heart sank. Apparently your month of punishment was over early as you had passed your teacher’s expectations. And the lady who usually played the piano came back.
You thought you had another week. So, when you texted Jongin to say that your heart felt like breaking. You didn’t think he would want to keep seeing you anymore. He answered: “Come to my place tonight, my roommate’s throwing a party. We’ll talk there.” Oh Sehun’s parties were famous on campus. If Kai was the Prince, it was because Sehun was The King. He shared a big house with some other guys in a fraternity. All of them had a “royalty” nickname. What happened in there was the target of a lot of gossip and legendary stories.
Hours, a lot of tension, and a little black dress latter, you were at his doorstep. Probably Chanyeol, aka “The Grand Prince” from the Music Technology Department was the DJ. Loud music was playing and you could hear the bass making your heart beat faster. You told yourself it was the bass’ fault, of course.
You ringed the bell but no one answered. You texted Jongin and less than a minute later he was opening the door with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen before. You couldn’t help but smile back and greeted him. The next thing he did made you flustered. He hugged you. Some girls by the door saw you and gave you killers looks. “I’m glad you’re here” he said.
He took your hand and guided you through the crowded house. Despite the sea of bodies, everybody let The Prince pass. He stopped in the kitchen and said something that was muffled by the loud music. You made a clueless face and he approached your ear, and asked if you wanted something to drink. His closeness made you feel uneasy. “Just a soda, thanks. I don’t drink alcohol.” He smiled again. “Yeah, me too.” Was his answer. He got two bottles of soda with one hand, with the other he grabbed you by your waist.
You felt yourself blush at the second. He leaned to you and explained: “It’s easier to walk this way, it’s too crowded in here. Let’s go to my room and talk, is more quiet there.” His mouth so close to your ear was so pleasing. You nodded, wishing he would talk on your ear some more.
When you got to his room, he turned on the lights and what you saw shocked you. And oddly… It also, kind of… turned you on. The King himself. On Jongin’s bed. With a girl. And a guy. The girl was on Sehun’s lap, the guy behind her. Both Sehun and the other guy, a ballet dancer from Kai’s class, fingered the girl under her dress. At the same time, they were kissing. Each other. French style was too light to describe the actions of the guys’ mouths. The scene was too sexy for you. Gladly they were all clothed.
“C’mon, man, not in my room!” Kai said, but not angry. He seemed annoyed, like that happened every other day. “We talked about this, go to your room!” Sehun stopped his motions and urged the girl to climb off his lap. He looked at Jongin, a sly smile on his face. “Sorry, bro,” he said “but I thought this room was free. You never bring anyone here. I see there’s a first time for everything.”
He pulled everyone from the bed. “Let’s go to my royal chambers.” The girl reached for a box of condoms on the desk. “Leave that, darling, I’ve got more in my room. The Prince might need them.”He winked at Jongin on the way out and shut the door.
You stood there, your eyes bigger than a pair of coins. “I’m sorry for that.” He gave you the bottle of soda and you drank it, taking two big gulps. He must have read your mind. “I hate when he does that. The rule is to restrain your business to your own room. But, despite being the youngest, he certainly is the spoiled king of this house. He always gets away with everything. That’s how the nickname started.” He babbled as he was clearly as flustered as you. You tried to keep it cool and nodded. Your heart was beating fast on your chest and your palms became sweaty.
Something came to your mind. “Why do they call you Kai, by the way?” he seemed embarrassed. He showed the bed for you to sit after putting the bottle on his mouth and drinking half of the content.“That’s because someone said we had to form a kpop group one day. They liked the idea and even made ‘arrangements’. Kai would be my stage name. They even gave me the honorary title of main dancer.” You two laughed and silence fell. You sat on the bed, taking a look at his room. His walls were plastered with books. The music was still loud, but the sound was muffled enough for you to talk.
“Do you mind if I lock the door? Not that I’ll try anything funny, I mean, not that I don’t want to, it’s just that I don’t want anyone to barge in. You saw how chaotic things can become here.” You nodded, absentmindedly, and he locked the door and sat in front of you on the bed. Five seconds later, you got it. “Wait, what? You would try something funny with me?”
His nervous smile returned. It took him a solid minute to answer. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re very beautiful. Any guy that likes girls would want something funny with you.” He smiled, but you knew he was joking. He had to be. You scoffed at him. “Yeah, right. You know, friends shouldn’t lie to each other like this, you know? Besides, you could have basically any girl that is interested in boys on this campus. And some guys, too.”
His smile faded and he straightened his back. You felt like there was something stuck on your throat. He took a deep breath. “I guess I gotta have the courage now and ask you out. You know, since I don’t have the excuse of the lunch break to see you anymore.” Wait, what? You blinked and felt your heart skip a beat. Was that another joke? You couldn’t say a word and just stayed there as you saw him approach you, placing himself even closer to you.
“To be completely honest, I didn’t need you to play for me. I could just play the song on my phone.” He kept going. “You heard Sehun, I never bring anyone here. But you were on my mind since the first day you started playing at class. Such a beautiful girl, but always looking worried. When you asked to practice, I saw the opportunity and I grabbed it. I had so many chances these three weeks and I messed up every single one of them. I should have been clear from the start. I want you to be my girlfriend. But, f you just want to be friends now, I’ll understand.” He said, stroking you knee gently. It was as if the sudden skinship made all your emotions inside you blow up.
“I don’t want to be just friends.” You heard the words escape from your mouth before you got ahold of them. Your hand motioned to your lips, as your deepest secret poured in front of him. He smiled and grabbed your hand, middle movement. He held it on his and pulled you towards him. His left hand went to the side of your neck, under your ear, as his lips touched yours.
They were soft and delicate. After a while, your lips parted naturally, inviting him to explore more. After that it was all lips and tongue, an insatiable hunger growing by the second. The clothes were on your way, so you both stood up and helped each other get rid of them pretty quickly. Zero to sixty in 3.5.
The practice clothes adjusted well on his body, but it didn’t compare to his bare view. He noticed you checking him out and smiled. “Like what you see?” he asked as he removed his pants. You were already only with your lingerie covering your body. You nodded, bewitched by the view and coming closer to touch his chest. You trailed a finger on his body as he held you closer, looping your waist.
The kisses started again and he were gently pushing you towards the bed, you walking backwards. He grabbed a condom inside the box by his desk after placing you on the bed. “Remind me to thank Sehun later.” You both giggled as he hovered over you, planting soft kisses on your neck. Your breath got deeper and deeper, turning into moans.
He rolled his hips, teasing you as he kissed your neck and collarbone. Your hands went to his soft hair. He pulled your panties to the side, feeling you. He hissed at your dampness and swift bite your neck, teasing some more. The truth is that this was going too slow for you. So you swayed your hips, urging him to go faster and moaning. He smirked. “Eager, aren’t we? Do you want this slow and romantic, or fast and sexy?” he whispered in your ear. You’d have plenty of time for romance later.
“Fast Jongin, please.” He bit you deeper as an answer and slid two fingers inside you at once. His thumb on your clit, pressing hard. Your hands grabbed the sheets as his fingers curled inside you. It was delicious, but you needed something else, something thicker. “Jongin, please…” you started. His lips were on yours again. He removed his fingers and slid down your panties. You took care of your bra.
It took him no time to remove his boxers and put on a condom, after a few pumps. You touched yourself as he did so. He kissed your lips briefly before pushing inside your folds. On that moment you thanked the loud music. As you asked for, he combined swift pounds with slow ones. The second ones he did while rocking his hips inside you, making your overflowing walls contract. You never knew you could be so vocal as your moans increased, intertwined with cries of his name.
His groans became more intense as you both approached the state of pure bliss. Your name was on his throat as he came. The unprecise but prompt force called your body to join his as your orgasm rushed through you. The beats outside of the room weren’t louder than your own heart. For a moment, your body relaxed completely as your ringed muscles contorted in ecstasy.
Jongin pulled out of you and carefully removed the condom. He properly disposed and put his boxers on. He went back to the bed, laying by your side. You felt so fulfilled with him by your side. His head rested on your chest, one arm around your waist as your hands went through his hair. It was soon becoming a habit of yours, playing with his hair. He lifted his head to look at you, that irresistible smile on his lips. “I told you, you needed to relax.”

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