↷ DANCE ROOM.

@( s ) song jieun "Jieun.." he said letting the name rolling off his lips, he still had problems with Korean names at times but he didn't his best at listening and pronouncing them correctly. He set the towel down and turned towards where he'd heard hear voice. "Are you a dancer too Jieun?" he asked curiously taking a sip from a bottle of water he'd placed on the table earlier.

@( d ) zhang yixing Jieun nodded and released a small smile, not sure if that male could actually see her, "It's awesome," she slightly bounced, grinning widely from cheek to cheek. "Mm, Yixing," she nodded, as she took a mental note, "Call me Jieun," she continued. Jieun seemed to observe the male's action very closely, only to notice him miss the object he was looking for. It took him a short second to find his hand towel, only to leave Jieun slightly impressed of his intelligence.

@( s ) song jieun Yixing turned his head in the direction of the voice, definitely female. He smiled, a dimple indenting his cheek. "So what did you think?" he asked her again, wanting to get an honest opinion. "I'm Yixing by the way, and you are?" he asked wondering who had been interested enough to come and see what he was doing in the dance room. Yixing took a couple of steps forward, he could see the vague outline of the table in front of him and feeling around with his hands found his hand towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

@( d ) zhang yixing Still amazed by the dance, it soon started to end. Jieun, who was ready to sneak back out, only turned her attention back towards the male. "Well do you think it was any good?" he asked her. Jieun blinked quietly, as she looked around the empty room , searching for any other human being around. "Sorry if I'm not looking right at you but I'm not exactly sure where you are," his voice continued to echo through the room.
Jieun took a step closer, "Mm.. Here," she quietly mumbled. Hearing his sentences, she knew who he was - a blind student that recently attended in the dacing major. Many other had talked about him - yet the girl couldn't help it but to feel sorrow towrds the other.

@( s ) song jieun The misplaced click of the door was enough to tell Yixing that someone had entered the room but he didn't mind, after all what was dance if you couldn't share it. If you hid all the training all the work away, where would you be. Yixing let the music flow over him and after a few minutes he was sweating lightly and the song had finally come to an end. yixing put his hands on his knees, resting them there and he spoke up quietly. "Well do you think it was any good?" he asked a smile on his face. he stood and pulled the slightly damp tank top away from his chest and lifted his head. He couldn't see the blurred shape of anyone close by but he knew someone was there, he just had that feeling. "Sorry if I'm not looking right at you but I'm not exactly sure where you are." he apologized.

@( d ) zhang yixing The young girl skipped down the hallways, only to hear a sudden burst of music in the dance room. Curiosity took over, and lead her towards the dance room. Jieun threw her empty carton of milk away, before glancing in the window, spotting a male, beautifully matching his dances with the music. Amazed, the girl couldn't help it but to silently open the door and sneak inside, watching him as he focused on his moves. The girl was pleased by his skills - for some reason, it made her feel proud. Smiling at his moves, she leaned against the back wall, observing the male's fit body, as he moves along with the music.

@( s ) song jieun One note. Pause. A beat. Pause. Yixing closed his eyes as the music started. Why he closed his eyes, he didn't know, even with them open what he saw was blurred at best, but sometimes it helped him to focus. The music just flowed through his body and it was almost as if Yixing could feel the notes running through his veins. He let the song start and go for a couple of measures before he just let his legs and arms feel the music and dance. This wasn't choreographed, there was nothing precise about it, it was raw and unfinished and it was completely Yixing. He let the tempo of the song drive his movements, it wasn't a particularly fast song but it wasn't slow either. The beat kept pushing forward so Yixing kept pushing himself, a spin here a turn there, arms following the line of his body. It wasn't perfect but it was him, it was how he loved to dance, with no restrictions, no rules.