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Kiro’s Perception Date Translation [CN] 16+

Hello! Thank you for your patience 💛 If you haven’t done so, you can read listen/read the call that comes before this date here.

This translation is brought to you by the help of Google Translate and the amazing @keliosyfan! A huge thanks to her for all her hard work and thirst comments (try to guess who wrote what LOL)

As this date is more explicitly detailed than previous dates, I have put a 16+ rating. So, if you are uncomfortable with explicit detail or don’t qualify for the age rating, then I advise that you don’t read this date.

Enjoy~

*Spoilers for future content below!*

[First Part]

MC: *sigh*

Looking at the art journal in my hand, I sighed for the fourth time, but soon opened Weibo and searched for various performance art videos.

In the videos, the artists use the body as a medium to carry out innovative expressions.

??: What’s making MC so upset?

Warm palms circled my waist from behind, and hearing the question from the “instigator” I couldn’t help but tilt my head back and lean heavily on his shoulder.

MC: It’s not because your show is tomorrow!

A few months ago, famous performance artists such as Mr. Nisir invited Kiro to conduct interdisciplinary cooperation in order to hold a joint art exhibition, which garnered much attention from inside and outside the circle.

The theme of the exhibition has not yet been made public. I only know that it’s being held at a villa, and Kiro is responsible for designing one of them.

MC: Lately, I’ve been coming up with my self-study lessons like crazy, but I don’t know what to do–

MC: My art knowledge isn’t broad enough, and my perception isn’t good either…

Hearing uncontrollable laughter from the person behind me, I turned around and pinched his nose.

MC: How dare you laugh at me!

Kiro: I think that you were cute just now.

Kiro: Art is inherently difficult to describe, and this is the first time I have tried this form of expression...

Kiro: We’re both beginners, so I don’t think you need to be nervous. I’m not~

MC: But…I’m afraid I won’t understand anything.

Kiro: Just look at it this way, the key is to feel. *Being a contemporary arts major, I can confirm that this is the way lol*

Kiro: And MC is the person who understands me the best in this world.

Kiro: Even without any training, you’ll definitely know what I’m trying to say.

Kiro: Just come tomorrow!

MC: If you say so…

But I still feel a little uneasy.

MC: Should I not go? I know it’s too late to cram, but the exhibition will be on for a few more days.

MC: I still want to do some more homework, at least as a first step in understanding art, and look at the performance as comprehensively as possible. *I had to take an interdisciplinary class with both art majors as well as non-art majors such as business, education and English. The looks on their faces when they were asked to not describe a cow but rather the essence of one was hilarious HAHA*

MC: After that, I can make up lessons to further enrich myself on improving aesthetics and interpret it that way!

I pumped up my fist and passionately “stated” my next art study plan, which made Kiro laugh even harder.

MC: Don’t just laugh. You taught me meditation before. Is there something similar that can improve artistic perception?

I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. A trace of deep meaning flashed across his eyes as he fiddled with the star necklace around my neck with his fingers.

Kiro: Since you asked, Mr. Kilo won’t deny your request.

Kiro: Let’s start tomorrow after my performance is over~

[Second Part]

Kiro: Aren’t you even a little bit curious about how my show went?

MC: Very curious! But you’re not allowed to say a word!

I covered my ears hard to avoid Kiro’s follow-up teasing.

Kiro’s art exhibition show was today. Like I told myself yesterday, I tried my best to restrain all my curiosity and didn’t go to the first showing.

I didn’t even look up any social media to prevent being spoiled.

Kiro: Okay, okay. My lips are sealed.

Kiro: But don’t you still have a lesson to attend? You’re so far away from me, how can I help you train?

MC: Then stop wasting time and let’s get down to it!

I pursed my lips as I sat beside Kiro after he changed his clothes with a smile.

Kiro: You kept me waiting all day so you’ll have to give me something in return.

He said vaguely, but the deep meaning behind his eyes was quickly overshadowed by his serious look.

Kiro: Well, shall we begin?

I nodded eagerly and immediately took out my notebook. *Rookie mistake MC, LOL*

But in the next second, Kiro tossed it aside. He patted my arm with a little force from his hand like I had done something wrong.

Kiro: What are we training for?

MC: …Art perception?

Kiro: Since we’re training for artistic perception, pen and paper won’t make you more perceptive.

Kiro: Whether it’s art or not, it doesn’t matter at all.

Kiro: The point is how we engage and connect with the world.

He started stroking my palm with his fingers, then my cheeks, brushing over my eyebrows.

Kiro: Eyes, nose, hands and feet. We recognize through our senses in order to feel the emotions belonging only to us.

Kiro: So…describe me.

Moonlight hung behind him along with the dense lights in the distance, outlining his smiling face as he stared at me.

When he got home, he changed into some casual clothes. Because of the preparation for the show, his features are slightly thinner.

I reached out and touched his face.

MC: You’ve lost some weight recently.

MC: But you look relaxed as you usually are when I see you. It’s a soft and reassuring look.

MC: Hmm…you seem to be in a good mood, too. How’s that?

Kiro: These are all straightforward answers.

Kiro: Let’s expand it further, shall we?

While he talked, he whipped out a thin, black belt adorned with precious stones out of nowhere, and made quick work tying my hands behind my back.

Kiro: How about now?

I wasn’t quite sure about where he was going with this, so I blinked in confusion and turned around to look at him.

MC: Nothing changed.

Kiro: Feel it carefully.

As he said that, he moved a little closer to me. A faint sweetness permeated my nose. I subconsciously turned my head to the side, following the scent and was suddenly met with a pair of deep blue eyes.

Warm breath fanned over my face just a few centimetres away.

Our breaths mingled, silently moving to the same rhythm. The sound of heartbeats pounded in my ears, making me unable to tell whether it was his or mine.

Kiro: Found an answer yet?

His voice fell on my breath, and I couldn’t help but hold mine.

MC: I smelled something nice.

MC: I heard a heartbeat, and…your breathing was the same pace as mine.

Kiro: Who said that MC’s perception isn’t good? She clearly has plenty of potential.

He tightly grasped my waist with one hand, and softly covered my lips with the other, giving me another intimate feeling.

Our breaths kept stirring between our lips, tracing every fine detail and arousing a ripple of numbness.

All my attention was focused on our smouldering breaths. Then, an agonizingly slow, restrained gasp invaded my ears.

Kiro: Tell me again. Give me your description.

(Screen goes black)

A moan escaped my mouth followed by a sweet kiss. I couldn’t help closing my eyes, too shy to describe what I felt.

Instinct told me to run but my bound hands and weak legs prevented me from doing so. *Oh lala~*

MC: …Untie me first.

Kiro: That won’t do.

Kiro: You must learn to feel me with your other senses.

My voice was swallowed up by his mouth, leaving me trembling uncontrollably.

Kiro: Based on the assumption that you’re not used to it, you must first limit the ways that you are used to.

Kiro: Amplify your other senses and make them more receptive.

Kiro: But…that’s only the first step.

Out of nowhere, a pair of big, soft headphones were placed over my ears.

Kiro tapped a few times on his phone, and an indescribable but not uncomfortable low noise came on, separating me from the world.

MC: What’s this?

My voice came out muffled, indistinct and distant. I couldn’t tell whether or not I had actually spoken.

Kiro didn’t answer. He stood up and walked a few feet away from me.

His mouth opened and closed, but I couldn’t hear a single word he said.

MC: What?

He pointed to me, then himself.

I remained motionless. After hesitating for a while, I got up awkwardly and walked towards him.

I moved slowly, keeping my eyes fixed on him.

Everything seemed to be magnified, and I could clearly see his eyes growing darker as I came closer. *keliosyfan pointed this out, but does this not sound like a reference to “Gravity”?? The black ribbon? Them getting closer to each other? 👀*

The lingering desire from the kiss still remained in the depths of his eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, his breathing became slightly laboured, and a light sheen of sweat shone on his skin–

I feel like I have seen a more profound image of Kiro than ever before.

I sidled up to him and drew towards his neck.

The scent of flowers wafted out along with some sweetness as I dipped my head down to his beautiful collarbone, sniffing his chest curiously and moving my face closer.

I couldn’t hear his heart beating, but I could feel the powerful undulation of his chest through my skin.

MC: Your heart is racing so fast.

I raised my head and couldn’t help but smile at him. Seeing that he was also smiling, I shrugged my shoulders.

Then I kissed his chin, flicking the tip of my tongue out just a bit–

MC: There doesn’t seem to be…any special taste.

I muttered softly, but he was no longer smiling.

Different from the gentle kiss from before, he bent down and kissed me hard, plundering my mouth like a predator.

In this muffled world, the sounds of our lips and tongues mixed together. My sense of hearing honed in on these wet sounds as they travelled through my nerve endings. ***If MC can hear this then they must be kissing extremely loud….or she’s imagining the sounds… O-O***

His skilled tongue danced with mine, circling around, darting in and out, outlining the shape of my mouth in explicit detail. *I wonder where else his tongue went 🫣*

Everything became more slippery and hot, reaching a fevered pitch. The edges of my teeth grazed past his lips and touched his, soft and hard colliding with each other.

Such an overwhelming sensation, it sent me right over the edge.

A searing heat washed over me and he seemed to be sweating more profusely. His slightly soaked clothes clung to my body.

All I could see were those sapphire eyes filled with intense lust except I wanted to experience the kiss more thoroughly–

My eyes started to close.

Kiro: Look at me. *I’M LOOKING!! 🥵* ***The voice acting is helping but not helping at the same time and THEY’RE KISSING WITH THEIR EYES OPEN!!! SO FUCKING HOT!!!***

[Third Part]

The bewitching command entered my mouth as it coursed its way through my bones until it penetrated deep within my mind, causing shockwaves.

With my limited senses, the world became smaller.

I tasted his soul, smelled his desire, and saw myself in his eyes.

During our passionate exchange, the headphones were removed.

Kiro: Did you taste anything?

MC: I, I’m not sure… ***Come on, MC!! Give him some dirty talk!!!***

I couldn’t tell where his voice was coming from, so I could only lean against him absentmindedly, letting the aftereffects from the ecstasy I felt subside.

Kiro was a little dazed himself. He held me as he sat down, his eyes half-lidded.

Kiro: Now that your whole body has become more receptive, it’s time to heighten your awareness. ***And he actually calls this “training in art perception!?!?! More like FOOOOREPLAAAAAAY!!!***

His fingertips trailed slowly down my spine.

Kiro: Did you feel it?

Kiro: How I approached you, the way I touched you, and what it’s like now…when I’m in front of you.

Dim light obscured the overlapping reflections on the window. He gently pinched my nose shut and kissed me again. ***O…M…F…G….I’M ABOUT TO HAVE CARDIAC ARREST!!!***

It’s more like he was giving me air than a kiss. *He takes the air outta my lungs and gives it back to me. So sweet 😍💦*

I instinctively absorbed his essence into my inner core as it spread outward to each blood vessel.

I breathe in his kisses, feeling his touch and brands on every inch of my body.

When he let go of my nose, I still couldn’t help gasping for more air. My lips stuck together and made a slight sound when they parted.

“Pop”. ***I’m losing it…***

Kiro’s breath hitched.

MC: …Kiro, I think we…should take a break. ***NOOOOO, KEEP GOING!!! I’M STILL “RIPE FOR THE PICKING”!!!😤***

Kiro: Sure, let’s rest a bit. ***HAH, PLZ, I DON’T BELIEVE YOU!!!***

He simply agreed and casually reached for the bowl of candy on the side table.

Kiro: Want some candy?

MC: Yeah.

In fact, it doesn’t matter what it is. I just need some space to calm down my overstimulated senses due to his excessive teasing. ***LMFAO!!! MC was gonna pass out***

But Kiro only took one piece of candy.

He undid the wrapping paper with one hand and placed it near my ear while his other hand popped the candy into his mouth. With the back of that same hand, he covered my mouth.

The candy slid between his teeth and was crushed in the next second, making a fine grinding sound.

A faint scent of green apple seeped into my nostrils and I couldn’t help swallowing, as if I was the one who ate it.

Kiro: Is it sweet?

Kiro’s voice seemed to be laced with honey. I couldn’t utter a word and I couldn’t see what he looked like right now...

Obviously, I didn’t eat the candy, yet the sweet and sour flavour of green apple seemed to blend together along with the sound of rushing water and intertwined breaths, overwhelming my mind.

It was like I was kissing and eating candy, but it all merged into Kiro.

I had the urge to touch him but at some point, my hands had been freed from their restraints.

My fingers finally felt his sweltering chest and face. His cheeks had a hint of blush, spreading to his eyes as tears brimmed at the corners. His full, luscious lips were slightly bruised. ***GOOD LAWD!!!***

Kiro: Now do you know how to describe me?

Thinking of what he had just done, I came back to my senses and quickly withdrew my hands, face burning.

MC: …You little…what were you teaching me just now?!

Kiro: Can’t you tell? Wasn’t it obvious?

Kiro: If what you felt wasn’t clear enough, I can “show” you again~

He gave me a playful, ambiguous wink and tightened his arms around me.

The hidden meaning behind his words held a subtle, wicked threat. Those feelings which haven’t had time to fade away made me forget what I was going to say.

MC: N-no need!

Kiro: Then tell me….what do you see in me?

His eyes reflected my own, his breath mingled with mine. His body temperature rose and his heart sped up from being in close proximity to me.

His heart and desire are imbued with my shadow.

MC: I see…me.

Kiro: Bingo.

This time, he let me cling to him longer, holding me with all my sensitive and heightened senses.

Kiro: MC, look at me closely.

Kiro: Everything I want to give will be clearly communicated to you. You will definitely feel it.

Kiro: Use your entire being…to feel only me.

When I woke up at noon the next day, I sat on my bed for a while. After getting myself ready, I ran to the exhibition show. *When the lesson rocks you so hard you have a hard time getting out of bed 😏*

Kiro was right.

I did get caught up in unnecessary thoughts that I might have misunderstood his performance and end up disappointing him.

But so what? I want to find the answer for myself first. Even if I am wrong, we still have a lot of time to continue to understand each other.

An hour later, buildings of various designs in the villa came into view.

Some were blown out of a huge hole. Others were made from glass, reflecting brilliant colours.

For example, Mr. Nisir’s was a puzzle-shaped house and many people were gathered around it.

Fan A: Which one is Kiro’s? Is he really here in this exhibition?

Fan B: …Don’t know. No one saw him yesterday.

Their questions made me more curious. Soon, a unique European-style house in the northeast corner caught my attention.

The mottled walls were a little dilapidated but they were lined with gorgeous decorative flowers.

In addition to that, the structure didn’t have any doors or windows. Only a sunroof.

It stands there, alone, displaying its beauty, preventing anyone from visiting.

Attendees: So beautiful…

People left compliments as they passed by, then moved their eyes to the next exhibit.

I was the only one who looked on quietly for a long time.

The light, familiar scent of flowers wafted over and an ever-so-faint singing voice loomed in the air like a poem that needed no attention, dedicated only to oneself.

I strolled around the entire house and saw an inconspicuous but somewhat obtrusive bush behind it.

After pushing aside the bush, a hidden door appeared before my eyes. The handle had no keyhole except for a star-shaped groove.

I stood there for a moment and looked down at my necklace.

I understood what Kiro meant.

MC: ….No wonder he was being so mysterious before.

Smiling, I took off the necklace and inserted the star into the groove–the door opened.

Stepping forward, a small house appeared.

??: May the guest please put on the blindfold on the table and push the door leading into the exhibition hall.

A slightly electronic but familiar voice came from the intercom.

I did so cooperatively, groping my way forward without any fear in the dark.

The alluring aroma of flowers filled my whole world, accompanied by an angelic voice. It felt like I had stepped into a sweet-smelling garden.

The soft ground was like a cloud. My fingertips passed over petals and then they were held by a warm hand.

An intimate sigh leaned over and surrounded me.

MC: What sort of art has the superstar been up to?

Kiro: You’ve kept me waiting.

As I smiled, I felt his chuckle brushing over my ears like a feather and finally settling on my lips.

It was an incredibly tender and soft kiss. Our locked lips and tongues were like never-ending words of love.

Every inch was fondly caressed. The slightest of licks can be felt in the vast darkness.

My fingers continued upward along his neck, stroking his earrings and the shell of his ear, infused with his body temperature, and threading them into his soft locks.

At this moment, I can feel all the joy that Kiro brought me as if I was falling in love with all the beautiful things in this world. *😭🤧*

But in the next second, he pulled away from me, leaving me standing there, confused.

The sound of footsteps was getting farther and farther away, hovering over my head until they slowly became a distant echo.

I don’t know what happened, but I inhaled deeply and carefully followed the sound.

My hand soon found the handrail of the stairs. I wasn’t too impatient so I took my time climbing up the stairs.

I wasn’t sure how long I walked but I could feel my legs growing sore. Still, I continued on.

When I felt like I was on stable ground again, I suddenly heard Kiro’s voice–

Kiro [Helios voice]: Stop right there.

Hearing the unfriendly voice, I took off the blindfold and dazzling light flooded my eyes. A lush garden was revealed before me.

A huge birdcage hangs in the centre and Kiro sat among the flowers in the cage with a stern look on his face. He leaned back on the swinging chair, raising a bouquet in his hand.

The petals shook slightly as he moved, filling the air with an enticing scent.

The ribbon on his chest swayed and the fine specks of the gemstones sparkled in his eyes like the ocean’s surface, luring people to come closer.

MC: Have you been waiting for me for a long time?

Kiro: Not long.

MC: Are those flowers for me?

Kiro: No.

MC: Do you want me to go to where you are?

Kiro: I don’t.

Even though he was bathed under the bright sunshine and the smell of flowers, Kiro kept warning me with his eyes like a sharp dagger glinting with cold light, refusing any warmth...

I stared deeply at him like this and took the first step down the stairs.

MC: Then push me away.

MC: Or else I’m just going to come closer. *👀*

I smiled at him as I walked into his cage without a second thought. Caressing his ice-cold cheeks lovingly with my hands, I kissed those aloof eyes which were surging with emotion.

MC: Got you.

[Fourth Part]

Kiro: Then stay here. Don’t go.

The door of the cage was closed.

His tongue parted my lips and slipped in irresistibly.

Thick, heavy breaths shattered my world causing all the ice to melt instantly from the lust laid bare, leaving brands everywhere.

My consciousness was constantly spinning and I wanted to reach out and touch him. But his fingers laced between mine and pressed them to my ears.

The swing behind me swayed endlessly with the moulding of our lips and swirling tongues.

I felt a shudder run through him and I writhed along with him. My back rubbed against the swing and my body went limp in his arms.

The cold, hard feeling from the belt on his waist also seemed to be affected by the rising heat between us which kept pulling my sense of reason back to the present.

This made him a little irritated. He raised his hand to take it off and threw it away along with his jacket.

Kiro leaned forward. His clothes loosened to reveal a broad chest, creating a rugged beauty.

Sweat trickled down his brows and eyes as he panted hard.

Kiro [low, breathy voice]: Tell me you’ll always stay with me.

Kiro: Stay here forever.

His sincere words were like a command imprisoning me as they drifted to my ears.

Is this really all just a show?

I almost lost control and could only look down into his eyes.

Within those blue orbs, I saw all the yearnings and desires.

In this performance dedicated only to me as well as those other times, Kiro has always presented me with his most authentic self.

In turn, I will also only offer my unwavering and most real self.

MC: Of course, I’ll always stay with you. I’m not going anywhere.

The gorgeous pattern of the birdcage shone on his back and I softly pecked his moist lips.

MC: But I’m here to take you away.

MC: I’ve come to set you free. ***OMG!!! 😭😭***

Kiro: What if I said…

Kiro: That I’m willing to be bound by you? *Challenge accepted 😭*

It sounded more like a promise than a question.

MC: I’ve long since been bound to you.

MC: But you always set me free and I want to give you the same freedom you gave me.

I don’t know if this is the answer Kiro wants but this is the echo from the bottom of my heart.

Love may bring people together, make us restrain our desires, keep our distance, and deny the impossible.

But it can allow us to see another world, set the soul free, and become a better self.

I saw Kiro smile softly at me and pulled me into his arms.

Kiro: What do you want?

I stood up, taking his hand. With hardly any effort, I pushed open the locked door and looked back at him.

MC: Take me somewhere?

Kiro: How about going to a place where it’s just the two of us?

MC: Then, let’s go there. Together.

I followed Kiro through the meadow of flowers and into the depths of the villa. Soon, a small, run-downed concert hall appeared.

All the chairs were placed upside down on the table, covered with dust, as if they had been abandoned for a long time.

Only a dimly lit piano littered with flowers stood on a central platform like a whisper left for someone special after the curtain had fallen.

Kiro stepped forward into the light and turned his head to gaze at me.

Kiro: I didn’t give you any flowers so instead I’ll give you a song.

MC: I’d love that.

Hearing my answer, he disappeared for a while. When he reappeared beside the piano, he had changed into a different suit.

The jacket reflected his eyes like the vast sea shimmering under the sun as I stared in awe...

A soft, heavy melody flowed from Kiro’s fingers and the world bloomed with splendid, silver light.

I looked up at him. White light created a silver halo around his body, holy and majestic.

Are we still in a show? I don’t know and I don’t seem to care all that much anymore.

I only saw Kiro.

Saw his burning hunger, his suffering, and his longing.

I walked up quietly and sat beside him.

Kiro: Have you figured out the theme of this exhibit?

Kiro asked softly as the gentle notes came to an end.

MC: I’m not quite sure…

MC: But I kept having this feeling that this house is like your heart.

MC: Then, I was a bit rude and invaded your space.

Kiro: It was very rude indeed. Such a private place and you just barged right in without even taking your shoes off.

MC: Ah…sorry about that. Give me a chance to reflect on my actions.

Hearing Kiro’s half-joking answer, I couldn’t help smiling. I bent over and released the strap from one of my ankles.

Kiro: No need to reflect. Just run faster next time. Don’t make me wait too long.

Before I could react, Kiro had picked me up and placed me on top of the piano. He slipped the rest of my shoe off my foot and held it in his hand.

My foot moved on its own accord as it rested on his thigh and I saw him lift his head reverently.

Kiro: The theme of this exhibition is “freedom”.

In an instant, many pictures seemed to form an answer. After staring at him for a while, I couldn’t help but tease him.

MC: Wait, so right after you met me, you locked yourself up. What’s wrong? Am I restricting your freedom?

Kiro: Yes, you are.

He turned his back to the piano pulling both my arms to settle around his neck.

Kiro: Because it’s you, I always want to restrain myself. I don’t want you to misunderstand nor do I want to make you sad.

Kiro: However, I like the idea of ”being imprisoned” very much. It makes me feel at peace.

Kiro: Despite being held down, instead I’ve become lighter.

Kiro: Because of you, I feel that….I have more choices belonging to “Kiro”.

MC: In that case, I hope you can feel a little lighter.

MC: I hope you are free. *🥺*

My fingers ran through his soft hair as I lovingly placed my head on top of his.

Kiro: When I’m with you, I always am.

He kissed me softly. His hot breath swept over me like the ocean tide, wetting the hem of my skirt.

It sent an electric shock through my blood and I couldn’t help tightening my legs together causing his clothes to wrinkle.

My actions seemed to greatly affect him as I saw his chest lurch. He slowly twirled the ring on his finger in circles along the edge of my skirt.

The fabric rode up, allowing his fiery lips to roam shamelessly up my thigh and leaving invisible marks in their wake.

His passionate kisses, my breaths, the rustling of the daisies, and the occasional sound of the piano.

It felt like everything was in disarray but it’s all forgivable.

My fingers thrust deep into his hair and my toes slid downward without a care.

MC: Kiro…describe me.

I saw him turn, pulling me off the piano and into his world.

Kiro: Okay~ ***I couldn’t find any other way to translate how he dragged out this word but it is S-E-X-Y🎶🎷🔥😩👌***

Kiro: I’ll slowly take my time telling you.

[End]

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Kiro’s My Heart Jumps for Joy Mind’s Quest Translation [CN]

Hello, thank you for patience! The translation of this masterpiece of a date has arrived!! 😍

💛 A few things to note before you begin reading 💛

If you haven’t seen it yet, you can find the Exclusive Radio for this date here!

This translation was done with the help of Google Translate and @keliosyfan!

I’m going to be including links to videos about certain moves and exercises that are described/mentioned in the date if you would like a little more detail. I’ve been classically trained in ballet ever since I was 5, so I’m going to leave little tidbits here and there throughout. My bun head self was so giddy while reading through 🤩

I am going to give a slight TRIGGER WARNING in regards to the theme of weight loss in this date. The content of the date doesn’t really revolve around this topic, but it was mentioned enough times for me to feel that I should say something about it. Having been in the dance scene, I know it can be a sensitive topic.

So without further ado, enjoy!

*Spoilers for future content below!*

[First Part]

??: Dear passengers, welcome to Loveland Airlines flight LY0521 from Loveland City to Bern…

Accompanied by the gentle broadcast sound, I quickly finished the work email. After closing the file, I click to open the top chat box–

“Hey, I’ll take off right away~”

The moment the message is sent, a typing indicator pops up with a round-headed bear bouncing around.

Kiro: “Great! See you in seventeen hours and seven minutes!”

After the message arrived, another bear popped up and blew a pink heart kiss to me.

After we “blew kisses” back and forth several times with joy, I turned on airplane mode and looked at the blue sky outside the porthole. *CUUUUUTE*

In order to star in a literary film with a professional ballet dancer as the main character, Kiro decided to go to France for further studies despite the training he had when he was young.

Because this stay is for a month, we agreed to celebrate New Year’s in France so that he could study without apprehension.

(Flashback to MC’s bedroom)

One week ago, Kiro unexpectedly sent a message adding additional plans–

Kiro: “MC, I’m going to Bern to find the teacher who taught me back then to take ballet lessons. See you in Bern!”

(Back to present)

MC: Phew… finally arrived.

After getting off the plane, I pulled the suitcase and walked quickly to the exit while rubbing my sore shoulders.

After walking through several passages, I finally saw the pick-up area. However–

The area was densely packed with golden heads occupying my field of vision. My ability to “spot the blond at a glance” is completely lost here. *I’m hoping this is what the text meant to say. GT made it sound really strange lol*

MC: Hmm…let’s use the power of technology.

Just as I was about to take out my phone, a brown colour appeared in the corner of my eye at a distance, shaking left and right midair in the crowd.

I looked closely and found that it was a little bear hand puppet!

It is wearing a beret and a plaid suit. It is obviously a gentleman’s outfit, but it is waving its bear paws excitedly, and its round head is also swinging back and forth in a rock-and-roll style.

After I waved to the Little Bear with a knowing smile, I quickened my pace.

At the same time, Little Bear also quickened his pace. *Changed some wording*

As I crossed the boundary line of the exit, I finally saw the person I had missed day and night for the past half month.

MC: Kiro!

I let go of my luggage and threw myself into his arms. He tightened his arms, and a laughing voice rang in my ears.

Kiro: It seems that Kiro is also very lucky today.

Kiro: It was supposed to take seventeen hours and seven minutes to see you, but only sixteen hours and fifty-three minutes have passed. *The fact that he counts down the minutes until he sees his beloved again 😭*

MC: Pfft, are you so easily satisfied? It’s just ten minutes early…

Kiro: But for those of us who haven’t seen Miss Chips for half a month, we should cherish every moment we can earlier.

MC: Us?

He raised the Little Bear with a smile, and it leaned down to me in a gentlemanly manner and kissed my cheek.

Kiro: Bear Ro-Ro misses you so much that he told me to kiss you when we meet~

Kiro: But I made an agreement with him a few weeks in advance. He can only kiss cheeks, and I–

In the next second, a softer touch lands on my upper lip and leaves a touch of sweetness.

Looking at the cunning he had in his eyes, I stand on my tiptoes and rubbed my nose with his.

MC: This big star Kiro really has a bunch of tricks up his sleeve. *Changed some wording. GT was giving something about 108 minds and I couldn’t tell you what it meant. I searched forever and couldn’t find anything 🥲*

MC: Even “stealing relatives” needs to find a high-sounding reason~ *This, too...*

Kiro: Don’t you like it? It’s not impossible to omit this step next time…

Just as I was about to smile and pinch his palm, my phone sounded with the company’s notification tone.

MC: …Give me one sec.

Kiro: Is it still busy during this time?

MC: It’s okay~ In order to have a happy New Year with Superstar Kiro, I have already dealt with most of the stuff at work.

MC: Now we are waiting for an overseas company’s cooperation intention to reply.

Kiro: So that’s it…and there’s a lot of time for me?

After pressing the send button, I took his arm with a smile.

MC: Well, almost 70% of the time is yours. The rest I can leave to work~

Kiro: Not bad, I’m accounted for more than half of your time.

He rolled his eyes, took my hand and walked towards the parking lot.

But after walking a few steps, I suddenly felt something was wrong and squeezed his palm.

Like realizing something, I took two quick steps forward, then turned around to face him, carefully observing him as I walked backwards.

Perhaps because of the sunlight, his jawline was more defined, and even his eye sockets became somewhat deep.

Although I knew that in order to meet the requirements of the role, he needed to be thinner. But now that I actually get to see him in person, he was much thinner than in the video call a few days ago.

MC: …

I feel a surge of tears beginning to rise, making my eyes feel a little hot.

Kiro has made such an effort for this role. I want to affirm him more than feel sorry for him.

I sniffled hard, pretending to be cold, and gave him a big smile.

MC: Kiro, you did it, congratulations! You have lost a lot of weight! Now it is very in line with what you showed me before the appearance of the protagonist was set. *Changed some wording*

Kiro: Really? Is it that obvious?

MC: Of course! My Kiro now has a thin and lean beauty.

He opened his eyes slightly and smiled triumphantly.

Kiro: With your words, I seem to have the courage to insist on eating salad for a month again.

MC: You want to lose more weight?

Kiro: Well, after showing the teacher the premise of the character I’m playing, he thinks that the upper body needs to be thinner.

I froze for a moment and reacted belatedly.

MC: Are you talking about the ballet teacher you came here to take lessons with?

Kiro nodded.

MC: It seems that this mentor is really serious, otherwise he wouldn’t have made you willing to “toss” back and forth like this.

He seemed to be lost in thought, and after a while, he grinned wryly.

Kiro: It’s better to say...that he’s a devil teacher rather than just a teacher.

[Second Part]

After returning to Kiro’s temporary residence in Bern, it was already dark.

First, he studied the script for two hours according to the plan, and after half an hour of exercise…

We finally lay down on the sofa and chatted while resting, listening to the stories about him practising when he was young.

MC: What?! Even if you practice until late at night the day before, you have to get up at 5:30 in the morning the next day to practise again? *Can confirm this is 100% true. Had some practices until midnight sometimes and then had to go to school bright and early the next day. Rip 🥲*

Hearing this, I couldn’t help raising my head from his arms in surprise.

Kiro: Well, there are benefits to waking up early, too. You can take your time and have a hot breakfast. Otherwise, you can only just bite a piece of bread and run to class.

Kiro: But what impressed me the most was that if we fell below his expectations even just a little bit, he would force us to stand on our heads.

Kiro: Ah— At that time, I was dizzy every day and often saw stars in front of my eyes in the room.

He paused and poked my nose triumphantly.

Kiro: But under such strict training, I was accidentally trained to be a pro “One, two, three wooden man”! *If you’ve heard of “Freeze Dance”, it’s pretty similar to what I believe he’s saying here (except that it’s not a punishment lol). The goal of the game is to only dance when the music is playing. When the music stops, everyone freezes. If you’re caught moving even just a little bit, you’re out. Whoever is the last one remaining wins. For an added challenge, there’ll be certain poses that the players have to freeze in such as a tree or flamingo.*

MC: Pfft… why is this such a game? Is it some kind of trick to avoid the devil teacher?

Kiro: Hmph, that’s right! As long as I am punished to stand on my head, I will try to “idle” while he is not looking at me~

Kiro: If I don’t, my head will be filled with blood and I will pass out, and I don’t want the ambulance to “wee woo, wee woo” me away. *He actually makes the siren sounds LOL*

MC: …

Listening to him joking about his previous experience, I felt a bit of a tug at my heart.

Even though I know this is typical for professional training, I still feel that this is a bit “wicked” for a ten-year-old child.

MC: Damn, I didn’t expect it to be so “devilish”!

Faced with my belated dissatisfaction, Kiro just smiled, his eyes reflecting the colours of flickering stars.

Then his fingertips wove between mine as if absorbing their warmth and began caressing them gently.

Kiro: I didn’t care about those things long ago, but now that I’m hearing Miss Chips’ cry of injustice…

Kiro: I am still very happy.

I couldn’t help hugging him and leaning my head gently against his chest.

MC: …Then the reason why you came to him for mentoring is that this teacher has an irreplaceable strength?

Kiro hugged me tightly, closing the distance between us silently.

Kiro: That’s right. But at the beginning, I didn’t have such an idea, but when I was training in France some time ago…

Kiro: I found that although the teacher in charge is very professional, he just encouraged me to get used to things slowly whenever I made a mistake. *Changed some wording*

Kiro: But…I don’t have much time to get used to it.

Kiro: I have to practice every movement to the extreme as soon as possible so that I can take on more difficult skills.

MC: Have you communicated with him? Ask him to be stricter?

He paused, his eyes flickering with a complex expression.

Kiro: Well, he said that it was because I have missed the best age to practice professional ballet…

Kiro: So even if one were to follow the requirements of professional dancers, it may not be enough.

He let go of me slightly, the deep sea in his eyes filled the night with more profound emotions secretly surging.

Kiro: But even though he said that, I still can’t accept it.

The classical music flowing continuously from the record player in the room became extremely clear in the “pause” at this moment.

Kiro got off the sofa silently and walked towards the centre of the terrace alone–

Looking at his sudden actions, I seemed to know what he was going to do next, but I also didn’t.

I can only watch him quietly.

After he slightly raised the corners of his lips to me, his body swayed gently to the melody.

*Bear with me as I give some terminology. GT isn’t the best at giving exact details for movements, so I had to get creative to make the steps make sense in word format 😅*

Soon, he seemed to enter the state. Kiro took a round step, jumped into the air and twirled lightly. *It looks like here he is doing a piqué turn en dehors and then going into a tour en l’air. You can watch it here (start at 1:30)*

The moonlight spread across the area, dyeing him bright and clean. His slender arms seem to touch the stars, stretching with supple grace.

Several times, he made difficult moves in the air that I couldn’t put a name to, just like an angel who strayed into the mortal world. *(Video) The text doesn’t say which moves but this link will give you an idea of what is being described here*

He danced like this in the moonlight with the specs of dust, flowing in my unmoving eyes.

I don’t know how long it took before Kiro put down his lightly raised arms and turned to look at me.

Kiro: MC, this is the only episode that was approved by that teacher when I was ten years old.

Kiro: Although I didn’t study with him for long, I still remember this part even now.

Kiro: …Every moment, height, and angle I never forgot.

Looking at the man who was still panting slightly, I couldn’t help sitting up from the sofa and staring at him sincerely.

MC: Kiro, although I don’t know much about ballet, I think the part you just performed was awesome.

MC: Just like the professional ballet dancers I see on TV.

Kiro: Really?

Kiro: But this is not enough.

Kiro: Because I want to play the protagonist who is dancing in the presence of thousands of people on stage.

Kiro: For this reason, he has put in a lot of hard work. He has been practising day and night since he was five years old. In the past twenty years, he never slacked off a single day.

Kiro: And there’s this kind of distance between me and that person that I can’t catch up with.

Kiro: I can only keep practising, keep running forward, and walk through every road he has experienced.

Kiro: Only in this way can I empathize with him and interpret this role more realistically.

Kiro said this softly, his eyes slowly falling back on me.

Kiro: Therefore, his skills must not be treated “according to” Kiro’s own conditions.

Kiro: It is to be worthy of the stage of ten thousand people.

Kiro: I have to be worthy of this pride.

Kiro spoke firmly against the night as if nothing could shake him.

At the same time, a gust of evening wind blows, and the raised hem of his clothes outlines his emaciated body.

The already distinct collarbone is getting deeper now, and even his shoulder blades are clearly protruding.

The emotion called “distress” turned into a thin rope at this time and it slowly twisted, making my breathing more rapid.

I silently walked behind Kiro and hugged him proudly but gently.

MC: Kiro, if you work hard, you will definitely make it through.

MC: And I will always be with you.

He turned around with a smile and rubbed my head.

Kiro: Then I will prepare you in advance. *Changed some wording*

Kiro: I may practice without sleep or food, and may even have some small abrasions on my body…

Kiro: You can’t stop me then.

Hearing his coquettish tone, I couldn’t help smiling and leaning into his arms.

MC: Of course, I know that. After all, you are Kiro who pursues perfection.

MC: Besides, I’m by your side now.

MC: If you feel tired and out of breath because you are too involved in doing something…

MC: I will hold you firmly like driftwood in the water so that you can find support as soon as you reach out. Reach out and I’ll be there.

MC: Let me help you find your breath.

MC: So you can rest assured do your best.

[Memory Silhouette]

It was late at night and light snow fell outside the window.

Kiro sat in a corner of the terrace, quietly watching the world being gradually dyed into a pure white.

He originally thought that the chat tonight was just a shallow recollection of childhood trivialities.

But the sleepless heart lying on the bed seemed to prove that his emotions were not as relaxed as he had thought.

Although he has long forgotten how painful it is to stretch his legs to the right degree. *Changed some wording*

He could still vaguely see a picture in his mind with transparent ink stains dripping on the smooth floor.

It’s just that no one can tell whether it’s tears or sweat. *From experience, probably both 🥲*

Kiro exhaled lightly, stood up on his tiptoes and jumped again following the fluttering white snow.

But even so, he still likes it all.

Whether it is music or dance, they can make one’s heart calm.

And even more so when he was a child.

Apart from KEY’s home, he likes to spend time alone in the practice room.

You can temporarily isolate yourself, and then devote your full being to the melody of each stanza. *Changed some wording*

It’s where no one can bother him, it belongs to him alone–

A secret base.

Thinking of this, Kiro couldn’t help raising the corners of his lips.

He hummed softly, and in the ever-changing dance steps, he caught flakes of white snow with his palm.

It wasn’t until a cloud slowly blows away that the obscured stars finally appear.

Kiro looked at the sky and couldn’t help but speak softly.

Kiro: Miss Chips, the stars are out.

After a brief silence, Kiro looked back at the girl who was already asleep and walked quietly to her side.

The girl fell asleep peacefully, the laptop was still on the quilt, and the screen was covered with program budgets.

Kiro: Trying to work with jet lag must be hard, right?

Kiro picked up the laptop while talking, and after pressing the save button, he closed the screen and put it aside.

Just when he was about to get into bed, he seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly stayed in place.

Kiro: …

In the next second, Kiro began to rub his somewhat cold hands to warm them up and then on the clothes and trousers that were penetrated with cold air.

It wasn’t until his body became warm that he lifted the quilt and lay down slowly.

But before he could find the most suitable sleeping position, the girl suddenly rolled over and hugged him.

Kiro: Are you a koala? You found the right place in one go.

Even though he said this, he still gently took the girl into his arms.

Just as he closed his eyes contentedly, he suddenly opened his eyes as if he had forgotten the most important thing.

Kiro smiled, leaned over and kissed the girl’s soft lips. *This is a reference to his first Exclusive Memory in his Mini House where they agreed to share a kiss in the morning when they wake up and before they go to bed 💛*

Kiro: Good night, my Miss Chips.

[Third Part]

The morning sun gleamed leisurely on my eyelids. I opened my eyes and found that the other half of the bed was empty, only covered with residual warmth.

Thinking that Kiro had already woken up, I also took out the laptop beside the bed and started working.

There is a seven-hour time difference between Loveland City and here, so I can only start work in the early hours of the morning and at midnight.

In order to finalize the cooperation intention with the overseas “TN” company earlier, I have been organizing online meetings with Anna and optimized the planning proposal and budget table many times.

It’s just that the other party hasn’t expressed its intention and my heart is beginning to sink.

After another reminder to keep the staff on track, I got off the computer and walked out of the bedroom in my nightgown.

(Cut to courtyard)

The morning sun shines in through the leaves in the courtyard, casting a peaceful moment.

I walked lazily until I noticed the empty yogurt bowl on the island in front of me and a banana peel in the trash can.

This scene reminded me of the thin frame dancing in the moonlight.

I pursed my lips, stepped forward and opened the refrigerator–

At a glance, there are only fruits and vegetables and unsweetened yogurt on the side door panel.

MC: He’s been eating these every day…there’s not even meat.

I continued to rummage and finally found a steak in the small and exquisite freezer with a sticky note on the sealed bag–

Kiro: “I’ll eat you on Thursday!”

Kiro: “What’s Kiro, who’s had meat for only two days, going to do? Can’t stand it T_T *Changed some wording*

Just seeing the words on the sticky note, his tone of grievance and bitterness filled in my mind.

Feeling sad, I picked up a pen and wrote a cute little sentence–

“I promise that when you accomplish the weight loss, we will find an authentic hot pot restaurant in Switzerland, so come on!”

After closing the refrigerator, I sighed and walked toward the living room. My gaze continued to search for Kiro’s figure.

As if responding to me, after turning a corner, I heard soft piano music playing slowly.

I followed the sound and saw a figure standing against the light.

Kiro stepped on the green grass with bare feet and stretched his slender arms toward the blue sky as if he was stroking something.

His fingertips touch the tree trunk, one arm stretched over the other as his leg extended up in the air.

The close-fitting clothes trace out lean lines and the light is like a paintbrush, leaving traces of lustre. *Once again, GT wasn’t very clear, but it sounds like he is doing an adage which is slower-paced to focus on lines and extensions of the body. The video here will give you an idea.*

Under the shadowy backlight, that unreal figure seemed to make me really see the dream-chasing boy in the script.

The sky and the earth are his audience, the grass, trees and sunshine are his feathers, and the sound of rustling leaves in the wind is the uninterrupted applause.

And like a noble prince standing under the sunlight, the immediate everything is calmly captured in his eyes.

I never made a sound, unwilling to destroy the eternal moment in this “picture frame”. It wasn’t until the sound of the piano subsided that he finally stopped and sat on the soft bed next to him. *It’s interesting that “picture frame” is mentioned because this is one of the techniques used in dance. You can use it for any sort of dance but adage is one where it’s super important to remember. Basically, imagine that as you are dancing, there is a photographer who is taking pictures of you throughout. As these pictures are being taken, you want the photographer to capture each and every position you go through to get to the next. While you want each position to be clear in the picture, you also have to remember to have your body flow rather than have it be rigid.*

I don’t know what he is thinking as he waits for his panting breaths to calm down. Only then did he reach out and lace his fingers into his hair gently, lifting it out of the way.

My gaze was following his movements, and when I found that the zipper was reaching his waist, I opened my mouth in a strange way.

MC: Do you need help?

Hearing my voice, Kiro paused slightly. He stood still for a moment and then looked sideways at me.

The moment our eyes met, the deep blue sea begins to secretly surge.

It’s as if it’s going to drag me into the tide.

Kiro: Well, help me undo it.

His voice was slightly hoarse. I walked over and slowly undid the zipper.

With the movement, the tulle of the shirt slid to the sides, revealing the thin neck and slightly protruding spine.

Perhaps the sunlight was a bit dazzling which made me involuntarily put my fingertips on his.

It is a different touch from the past because it is not so smooth. It is also a little cold.

I pursed my lips and continued to pull down the zipper. Looking at the gradually revealing spine, I finally couldn’t help blurting out my silent emotions.

MC: Kiro, I’ve made up my mind, I want to accompany you. Let’s start with a salad.

MC: I know it will be very hard for one person, so let’s work together to resist the temptation of delicious food. Just consider it a challenge!

MC: But you have to promise me that when the shooting is over, you will eat all the meat that is hidden away.

MC: If Savin disagrees, I will help you to intercede.

MC: Otherwise…you might as well take on some characters that need to gain muscle so that you can eat delicious foods freely–

Without waiting for these words to pour out, he suddenly turned around, put his hands on my lower back and kissed me.

The sudden kiss made me feel overwhelmed, but the instigator just kept silent as he breathed with me.

Slowly, his cold body embraced me and we sank onto the soft couch together, as if immersed in a clear spring in winter.

I opened my eyes slightly and found that the eyes of the person close at hand were still shut, his eyelashes trembled slightly with his breathing.

But soon, he seemed to notice my gaze and opened his eyes.

Kiro: …

Now that his eyes were no longer closed, he looked at me quietly, his fingertips wandering around my lower back.

His fingertips were “cascading”, slowly running over my back and continuously rolling upwards until finally sinking deep into my hair.

The fingertips that kept rubbing made me shiver slightly.

Kiro: MC…

MC: Hm?

I murmured indulgently, but not even a moment after my breath was released, he seized me again.

At the same time, the nightgown was easily untied.

His kiss slowly moved downstream, leaving a ticklish feeling everywhere he went.

Although my body trembled slightly, I couldn’t help but want to do something… I raised my chin and caught his eyes which were as muddled as mine.

MC: Kiro…

MC: Hold me closer.

Kiro: Mm.

Even though I said this, I was the first to wrap my arms around him, making sure to leave no extra gaps.

In this way, we roamed each other’s bodies in this clear spring surging with tides, letting the temperature slowly boil.

Until the sun rises and completely covers the spring–

Only fine layers of sweat were left in the silence between each other which seemed to confirm something.

He finally let me go, but his warm fingertips were still caressing my collarbone.

Kiro: You know what? Before you came, I thought this morning was going to be a repeat of the previous few days.

I lay in his arms, a little confused by the sudden conversation, but he just raised the corners of his lips and continued talking.

Kiro: After repeating the exercises over and over again, my brain began to empty, and I imagined myself coming to the seaside. My feet were no longer touching green grass, but rather soft sand.

Kiro: It seems that you can float in the clouds with just a light jump.

Kiro: At that time, I was thinking, what could be better than now?

He stopped slowly, looking down at me.

Kiro: Then you stopped me.

Kiro: At that moment, all the bubbles of my fantasy disappeared little by little until there was no sea or beach.

Kiro: I came back to reality and saw my favourite scene.

At this moment, looking at those blue eyes that only reflected me, my heart began to softly surge.

MC: Is that what’s best for you?

Kiro: Well, there is no other scenery like yours.

I buried myself in his chest with a smile. We tacitly enjoyed the tranquillity at this moment and felt each other’s breath.

Growl…

Until some sudden sound came from my stomach.

Before I could explain myself, Kiro poked my stomach with a smile.

Kiro: It seems like Miss Chips’ stomach has started to eat itself.

MC: I…

He smiled brighter and lowered his head to rub the tip of my nose.

Kiro: But it’s mainly my fault that I didn’t prepare breakfast for you in advance.

After he finished speaking, he got up and walked towards the kitchen. Halfway through, he suddenly thought of something and turned to look at me.

Kiro: By the way, come to class with me after eating. I already let the teacher know in advance~

[Fourth Part]

In the afternoon, I ended up in a sunny classroom and met the rumoured “Devil Teacher”.

He is warming up at the barre. Although his hair is white, his face is thin and his eyes are as sharp as an eagle’s.

From the slender limbs and elegant posture, it is not difficult to see that even in his sixties, he still has the ultimate pursuit of art.

Kiro: Bonjour, professeur.

Kiro looked at me, wrapped an arm around my waist and continued speaking in French so that I couldn’t understand–

It wasn’t until I caught my name that I realized he was introducing me to the teacher.

I hurriedly nodded to the teacher and wondered whether I should also greet him in French, but my tongue was tied when I opened my mouth.

MC: [In English] …Hi, nice to meet you.

Teacher: Bonjour.

The teacher nodded calmly, and with a wave of his forearm, gave way to the position of the barre as if signalling the start of class.

Kiro: I’m ready to start, so you have to keep looking at me.

He leaned over slyly and looked at me, tilted his head and pecked my cheek lightly.

MC: Kiro…the teacher is still there.

Kiro: Don’t worry, he’s a “devil”, but he’s also a romantic French man.

As he spoke, he took out the dance shoes in his bag and changed into them. After taking off his jacket, he revealed the clothes he wore for practising from not long ago.

Watching him walk quickly to the barre to start warming up, I also went to the corner and sat down quickly.

The piano accompaniment sounded quickly and the classroom is gradually filled with dancing and Bu Bu’s main theme.

Teacher: Non, non, non…!! (No, no, no…!!)

Although I don’t understand French, from the teacher’s passionate tone sounding again and again, I also noticed that the atmosphere is tense and strict.

In just ten minutes, Kiro’s clothes were soaked with sweat, his cheeks were flushed, and he gasped for breath.

But he never stopped. He took a step back onto his left leg with his arms held to the side and bent his knees–

After a burst of momentum, he began to rotate round and round.

Sweat drops were scattered onto the ground following the inertia, and the only sound left in the whole classroom was the sound of the rotation… *(Video) From the sounds of it, Kiro’s doing pirouettes or fouette’s, but I’m leaning towards pirouettes.*

The corrections sounded continuously along with “Non”. *Changed some wording*

Suddenly, the picture in front of me gradually overlapped with a thin golden figure following the story I heard last night.

I thought that when he was a child, in the face of such a “vicious spirit”, he would be trembling.

But looking at it now, that doesn’t seem to be the case.

Even if the nay-saying voice is louder, he held his jaw up high and proceeds to jump up in the air, one smooth movement after the other. *(Video) Possibly grand allegro?*

His face stays determined throughout as if nothing could defeat him.

Looking at him like this, the little golden portrait I built in my mind was stroked with “pride”.

Involuntarily, I took out my phone and silently recorded the picturesque scene.

After an unknown amount of time, the light was dyed red-gold by time and afterglow slipped in.

I straightened my body slightly, and the moment the devil teacher stepped out of the classroom, I quickly walked in front of Kiro.

At this time, he was sitting on the floor stretching his muscles. I squatted down, handed over the water bottle and kissed him lightly.

MC: Kiro, thank you for your hard work~

Kiro: It wasn’t hard, I’m just a little tired–

He pouted coquettishly, opened his arms, and lay back on the floor.

MC: The floor is so cold, you’ll catch a cold like this!

Kiro: Then you should come and warm me up.

Kiro smiled and tugged me lightly so that I fell into his lap and open arms.

As if he wanted to rest for a while, he closed his eyes, his fingertips caressed my shoulder restlessly.

Kiro: Miss Chips, how did I do in class?

MC: Do I really need to say? You did very, very well, of course.

Kiro: Hmm…could this be the encouragement of love?

MC: Wrong. To be precise, it is the encouragement and affirmation of love~

MC: If you don’t believe me, take a look at the dance you just did. It was just like a dynamic oil painting~

As I said that, I took out my cell phone and played the video I just recorded for him.

Kiro: Sigh…It seems that the jump is not high enough and the feeling of staying in the air isn’t either.

Kiro: And when controlling the legs, the insteps are not very straight, and it seems that the muscles are subconsciously relaxed.

According to his comments, I carefully observed every frame of the screen for a second and finally poked him with my elbow helplessly.

MC: …Are you sure you’re not nitpicking? *If there’s one thing that most dancers hate, it’s watching themselves dance in a video. It’s like “Omg, not the sickled foot! 😫” “ What is that leg doing?!” LOL*

MC: Or maybe it’s because I’m an outsider, so I can’t see things the same way you do.

Kiro: Maybe both?

Kiro: After all, in the eyes of the professional, you can see at a glance whether the movements are in place.

Kiro: So I still have a long, long way to go before reaching that level.

Kiro: It just so happens that there is no class tomorrow, so why not spend the whole day in the practice room, trying to improve the instep situation…

Even though he said that, his tone was not the slightest bit discouraged. On the contrary, there is still a bit of eagerness to try.

I couldn’t help but prop my head sideways, stretch out my thumb and poke his cheek like a stamp.

MC: Kiro, you are really amazing.

He also imitated me and turned his head sideways and touched the tip of my nose.

Kiro: Huh? Did you just find out that I’m amazing today?

MC: …Seriously?? I’m praising you!

Seeing me pretending to be serious, he smiled and narrowed his eyes like the corners of his mouth. The little bear dipped in honey obediently waits for “praise”.

MC: Because I saw you in class today, I realized that this process seems to be more difficult than I imagined.

MC: It is simply a double tempering of the mind and body…but you seem to be enjoying it, so that’s what makes it amazing.

Kiro: Hearing you say that, I don’t seem to be bad~

I smiled and winked as I handed the microphone to his mouth.

MC: In this case, I want to interview Superstar Kiro. What tips can you pass on to me in this regard?

MC: I also want to have fun on the journey of training~

He rolled his eyes and laid down again with his head on top of his arms.

Kiro: It seems that there is no trick, I just often see things that make me stick to it when I practice. *Such a dancer thing to say haha*

I looked around the classroom, tilting my head in confusion.

MC: But isn’t there just a barre and a mirror here?

Kiro: Not quite, maybe it’s because our perspectives are different?

Kiro: For example, in your eyes, what you see is that I keep dancing and practising.

Kiro: But in my eyes, besides the barre and the mirror, I also see many different things.

MC: What is that?

Kiro: …I’m trying to figure out how to describe it to you.

In the end, his eyes lit up. When he came close to me, his sweet breath stopped at the tip of my nose.

Kiro: Let’s see, how about you practice with me tomorrow?

Kiro: So that you can see what I see.

[Memory Silhouette]

In the evening after Kiro and I got back from class, we began eating a salad.

Kiro: Miss Chips, are you sure you don’t want to add any salad dressing?

Kiro: You know you don’t have to follow so closely.

I nodded with firm eyes, put a vegetable in my mouth and chewed.

MC: No need, I said I want to be with you.

MC: And eating a healthy salad is good for me, too. It’ll help to remove the buildup of the greasy food I ate before~

MC: If I’m really gluttonous, I’ll use the “self-deception method”--

As I said this, I picked up a piece of tofu, closed my eyes and put it in my mouth.

MC: This is meat, this is meat. Just chew this tender and fragrant meat.

Kiro: I’ll try it, too.

Kiro: What I’m eating now is tender beef and eggs.

I couldn’t help but secretly open my eyes halfway and smile after Kiro had followed my example and closed his eyes to eat.

MC: So? Does it work?

He opened his eyes and shrugged his shoulders with a helpless smile.

Kiro: No, it’s just plain white tofu.

Kiro: Ah– I can’t wait until tomorrow to eat that steak.

Hearing this, I suddenly thought of something and opened my mouth while picking up some beans.

MC: By the way, you said that there is no class tomorrow in the afternoon and you can only practice by yourself.

MC: So when is your next class?

He rolled his eyes and bit into a vegetable.

Kiro: Next Monday.

I froze for a moment and couldn’t help being a little surprised.

MC: Is there always such a long time between classes?

Kiro: Well, he has so many students to teach, so the queue is very full.

MC: Ah..that sounds so hard having to teach classes all day long.

Kiro: He doesn’t find it hard. Since he retired from the stage, he has been teaching students who also want to be on the stage. Kiro: In this way, day after day, twenty or thirty years have passed.

MC: Amazing… *I’ve had a couple of professors who were in their seventies. One of them even performed occasionally, too.*

Before I could finish speaking, Kiro took out a tissue, wiped the corner of my mouth lightly, and continued to eat with a fork.

Kiro: Mm, but being able to maintain his fierce character for thirty years is something that is special about him…

MC: You never really talked about his gentle side before. Is it the encouragement method? *Changed some wording*

Kiro thought for a while, smiled and shook his head.

Kiro: He himself said that he can gently praise and encourage just like other teachers.

Kiro: But to do so would smooth out the edges of genius.

Kiro: If ultimate perfection is desired, then indulgent compliments should be an afterthought.

MC: …Hold on.

I bit the fork lightly, pretending to look at Kiro seriously.

MC: Could it be that your perfectionism was nurtured by this teacher?

Kiro: That’s not true, it just happens to be the same idea.

MC: Really…you already had such an awareness when you were ten years old?

MC: At that time, I would only cry and complete all the holiday homework the day before school started…

Kiro put down the fork, smiled and rubbed my head.

Kiro: Of course, at the time I didn’t know what the term perfectionism meant.

Kiro: I just simply wanted to be the best, to be first.

Looking at his smiling eyes, I couldn’t help pinching his nose.

MC: A very ambitious ghost– *I don’t know what this was meant to be*

Kiro: As you said, being a workaholic is not bad~

He pinches my nose in return and then puts the two empty salad bowls in the sink and starts cleaning.

I blinked and ran to help him clean up the table.

MC: After washing, I’ll help you with the lines, alright?

His soapy hand paused slightly, and after a while, he quickly pecked the side of my face.

MC: Pfft…Are you that happy to practice lines with me?

Kiro: Of course, with your sweet self by my side, I’m jumping with joy. *Changed some wording*

Kiro: So how can I be unhappy when I am soaked in a honeypot~

[Fifth Part]

On the second day, wisps of morning light were hidden behind the classroom door. I pushed it lightly and the sun enveloped my whole body at once, making me feel marvellous and causing my eyes to narrow.

MC: Sure enough, a beautiful day starts by being greeted by the sun.

Kiro: That’s right, today’s practice will definitely be “distinction”. *Changed the word at the end because one of the highest levels of marks you can get in a ballet exam is called “distinction” (at least in RAD)*

Thinking about what Kiro said yesterday, I smiled and wrapped my arms around the nape of his neck.

MC: But before starting, let me say this in advance!

MC: If I look stiff and have two left feet, you must not laugh at me. *Changed some wording*

He looked at me who was close at hand, leaned in and pecked the side of my lips.

Kiro: Okay, but before that, go and change your clothes, alright?

MC: …Clothes?

I followed his gaze and looked back to find a brand new dance skirt on the stool in the classroom.

Kiro: You should know that in addition to office supplies and daily necessities in your suitcase, there are only Spring Festival-themed clothes to be worn here.

Kiro: I don’t have any close-fitting sportswear, so I had to ask someone to buy some overnight.

I walked over curiously and picked up the dance skirt. It was like a cicada’s wings, the thin lace looked gorgeous and comfortable.

MC: Why is this different from the practice clothes in my memory, it looks like a performance costume–

Kiro slightly shrugged his shoulders, cunning in his eyes.

Kiro: Maybe that’s because it was bought for the “princess” I talked to on the phone? ….She’s both cute and fascinating.

MC: ……You really didn’t say that, did you?

He smiled and took off his coat and the practice clothes he had changed into were inexplicably matched with the skirt in my hand.

Kiro: Miss Chips is so silly. Actually, I ordered this skirt online myself overnight.

Kiro: It’s just that my eyes are too picky, so I finally chose the one that I think is best.

Kiro: Of course, the prerequisite for choosing is that it has to match my clothes.

After changing clothes and walking into the classroom, Kiro’s gaze fell on me and he laughed.

Kiro: It’s so beautiful. Now it’s time to invite my Princess Chips to warm up with me~

As he spoke, he led me to the barre and I imitated his movements and put my leg on the barre.

In an instant, I felt my muscles being stretched.

Kiro: Does it hurt?

Kiro walked behind me and lightly stroked my lower thigh with his fingertips which made me tremble uncontrollably.

MC: …No, but it’s a bit ticklish.

Kiro: Then just try to bear it? Your body is left vulnerable to injury if it’s not properly warmed up.

Seeing me nodding my head, he also suppressed his smile a little and helped me warm up earnestly.

His cold fingertips moved from my thighs to my waist and then my butterfly bone. After a while, sweat beads began to appear.

His fingertips are no longer cold, almost as if they were absorbing my increasing body temperature.

It wasn’t until the sunlight shifted after a few minutes that I exhaustedly leaned on his shoulder.

MC: Why…is warming up so tiring. I feel that it’s even more energy-consuming than Pilates. *Between the two, Pilates rocked me omg. My body wouldn’t stop shaking after 😖. But ballet warm-ups can be hella intense, too. I had one teacher that used to say that if you’re not pouring sweat after the first exercise, you’re doing something wrong 😅*

Kiro: You can’t stop now, this is just the beginning.

Without waiting for me to make a bitter face, he rubbed my cheek.

Kiro: Or do you not want to feel it?

MC: Of course I do, what should I do next?

At this time, there was a vibrating sound which seemed to be coming from my cell phone on the bench.

I glanced at Kiro, walked over suspiciously and picked it up to find it was Anna calling.

Anna: MC, TN, which had been wanting to talk about cooperation before has finally agreed.

Anna: But the profit they proposed is far worse than our expectation. We don’t even have the authority to plan the programs we cooperate with…It feels like the company has exhausted all its options.

MC: Is there room for negotiation?

Anna: Probably not. After all, TN is an experienced overseas media company, and many domestic media companies want to cooperate with them even after paying money.

My heart sank. Facing this “favourite” in the eyes of the media, I was speechless, so I had to end the call first.

Kiro: What’s the matter? Your expression doesn’t look good.

I don’t know when but Kiro came to my side and rubbed between my brows.

I took a deep breath and briefly explained the incident.

MC: I thought it was good news, but I didn’t expect it to be a sum of money that would almost erase our profits besides increasing popularity.

As I said that, I buried myself in his chest with some distress.

MC: But in the long run, this is a very important step in the strategy of “occupying” overseas markets.

MC: So is it better to agree to cooperate?

Kiro: So you’re conflicted about which option to go with?

MC: After all, it is a matter of choice. No matter which option we go with, I won’t feel very reconciled…

Kiro gently stroked my hair, his eyes filled with light.

Kiro: I don’t think there’s anything to be worried about.

He said this and took me to the barre and put my hands on top of it.

Kiro: MC, in order to achieve our goals, we have to accept that no trade-offs can be made.

Kiro: But it’s not a once-and-for-all decision. Sometimes it’s only an illusion that confuses you.

Kiro: Let you mistakenly think that giving up important things will give you better returns in the future.

MC: Kiro…

Gazing into my perplexed eyes, he just moved closer to me, breathing lightly by my ears.

Kiro: I still remember the teacher telling me in my first ballet class–

Kiro raised my chin with his fingertips, making my breathing stop.

Kiro: Never bow your head so easily.

His eyes are clear and bright in the sun, but also a little fierier.

Kiro: Everyone has their own pride.

Kiro: So we need to continue to maintain it to keep it fulfilled.

No matter how slow I was, I realized that Kiro seemed to care about what he was referring to.

Kiro: And, if you want to let your every move be relaxed and controlled.

Kiro: Then you yourself must first have strength.

In the next second, his fingers moved between my legs. Within seconds, tremors spread all over my body.

Kiro: Squeeze your legs.

Kiro: The strength runs through from the feet to the head, so this way you can stand more firmly and not be easily shaken.

A low but undeniable voice sounded in my ears. I took a light breath and tried to squeeze my legs together according to his words.

I gradually felt his fingertips being squeezed and restrained by my legs, but I still let his fingertips climb up calmly.

Kiro: Your inner strength is not enough, I can still do whatever I want. *Just want to add that this is something that dance teachers stress to their students. Having inner thigh strength is one the most important things to maintaining good balance, along with core strength.*

As if to prove his words, he pulled out his hand and easily picked up my leg with one finger and slowly tightened his palm.

The sudden move made me want to look in the mirror ahead.

He seemed to sense what I was going to do and gently held my jaw. *The position that MC is in is called arabesque*

MC: Kiro…?

Seeing that I was a little surprised, those quiet eyes finally turned into a small smile.

Then he leaned closer and rubbed my shoulder.

Kiro: Miss Chips, remember what I said yesterday?

Kiro: About what exactly I saw in my vision.

MC: Mm…

He smiled lightly and looked into the distance.

Kiro: I’m not actually watching myself in the mirror doing one movement one after another.

Kiro: Nor am I looking at every person and thing in this classroom.

He paused and slowly retracted his palm that was tightly holding my waist.

Kiro: I will look to the end of the distance. *YASSSS!! This is another thing that is taught in dance. You don’t want to just aim your focus at the audience or at an object, you want to project it outside the venue and beyond.*

Kiro: Sometimes there is the sea, the green grass, and the place where I shuttle between cities.

Kiro: They are all my stages.

Kiro: And when I perform on my stage, how can I feel bitter?

Kiro: I just feel satisfied, and I just want to stay on this stage just a little longer.

Looking at the vast sea in his eyes, my heart also ripples like the waves.

It surges endlessly, pushing me to the bright place again and again.

Kiro: Now, do you still feel stuck on which decision to make?

I looked and him and shook my head slightly.

MC: It seems that I no longer am. I know what I should do now.

Seeing that I had an answer, Kiro laughed.

In the next second, he held my waist with both hands like in a classic ballet pas de deux and lifted me into the air.

Kiro: MC, I have one more thing to ask you.

He said this while supporting me to turn and face the window.

Kiro: Can you tell me what the scenery is in your eyes right now?

Following his voice, I looked at everything in my field of vision and my heart began to surge softly.

MC: I…

MC: I see the grass, the sky, and the distance…

MC: I see many beautiful sceneries.

Even though it is an all-too-common scene in front of me, I dare not blink at this moment.

I don’t want to spoil a single bit of it.

Kiro: You said before that if I feel tired, out of breath or frustrated…

Kiro: You’ll be the driftwood that’ll always hold me up.

Kiro: So that I can do whatever I want to the best of my ability.

Kiro: And I’ll be yours.

Kiro lowered me slowly while talking and we were attached to each other without any gaps.

His eyes were shining brightly as if this fine light is enough to light up my whole being.

I couldn’t help but hold his cheeks and smile brightly.

MC: Kiro, you have always been doing something like this for me.

MC: I know you will always be by my side, encouraging and supporting me. So no matter what happens, I won’t be timid.

MC: You have always been my strength. *CRYING RN*

Kiro shook his head lightly with a gorgeous smile on his face.

Kiro: Just this is not enough.

Kiro: I want even more of you.

After speaking, he gently held my head and kissed me tenderly.

His breath is so soft, but it seems to be able to invade my whole world, leaving only the surging sea.

I just lay in the blue ocean, letting it move my body with the tides.

In his arms, I also slowly closed my eyes, feeling his temperature, feeling being surrounded by light–

Because my heart has already crafted the brightest and most beautiful scenery.

[End]

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