(Author Aom Ro)
After class, Bell walked through the halls looking for Det while his mind lingered to last night.
He knows my weakness and where I live.
I could've been devoured.
Bell opened a wrong random club room and gasped at the sight.
A ballet studio with two dancers body very close.
Kit held onto his female ballerina partner in a ballet pose with his eyes focused on her.
Kit's eyes looked up and taken back as well by seeing his imprintee.
The beast a ballet dancer?! Bell thought to himself in shock.
"Borya?" Kit's questioned.
Kit rushed over right before Bell can shut the door and lift Bell off the floor.
Bell body froze as Kit brought him inside the studio.
Bell's eyes widden and face flushed at Kit quickness for a few rough kisses on Bell's cheek, before Bell was placed on the rail.
Kit asked while arms blocking both sides. "You opened the wrong club door I guess." Kit said shly with a grin, eyes looked down.
Bell frowned.
"Soo um, what's new?" Kit asked with same shy tone.
Why he suddenly talkative? His scent is different too.
"You wouldn't be intersted." Bell muttered under his breath.
"Mysterious Borya." Kit mentions.
Bell's eyes trailed down at Kit's tight outfit. He winced at Kit leaned his face into his knee for sniffing.
"U-uh since you're a dancer why not go to a ballrom?" Bell brought up out of nowhere rembering the flyer to distract Kit.
Kit stoppped sniffing. "You dance too?"
"Well, I sometimes do a little bit."
Kit blinked profusely. "Are you implying for us to dance there?"
Bell breath stampered. "H-huh? That's n-"
Kit uncounsiouly let's Bell go as his female dance partner commented.
Bell about to sneak out until he heard the two talking about him.
"His thai is really good." Dao complimented.
"It's alot better, Borya use to talk in random phrases." Kit chuckled in his mask.
I did?!