The theater's lights turned off before Min Yoongi could even take his seat properly. The girl next to him handed him her coat and purse; he took everything and threw it down on the seat beside him without much care.
He was taking off his own jacket with a pout on his lips, cursing himself for having accepted the girl's invitation to this date night; she seemed nice, but Yoongi would have preferred staying home to nap or going to the club to play some music.
They stared at each other briefly before the theater went completely dark, and the last thing he saw was her trying to smile shyly. He thought the night would be long and boring.
While he was lost in his thoughts, trying to remember how he had ended up agreeing to a date night in the first place, a series of events called for his attention: a violin playing the sweetest, most melancholic music; a blue light that illuminated the stage in a fairy-like way, making it look like the ocean. On a large screen, images of running water played, and everything suddenly became a backdrop for a young man who walked onstage with captivating presence, stopping in the middle of the scene. He was looking upward, staring at something distant, dressed entirely in black. Little white lights, like sun rays filtering through water, illuminated his body and feet.
Some guitar chords started to hit Yoongi's chest with power as he tried to adjust and become more comfortable in the theater chair. Suddenly he felt as if he were being restrained by an invisible hand. He was barely breathing. He felt uncomfortable, like he was losing control as the charming spell poured over him through the young dancer's movements. It was overwhelming, and his body no longer responded to his commands.
The dancer threw himself on the ground and began to move; his movements were dramatic and poetic with a hint of melancholy. Yoongi had never thought it possible that anyone in the whole world could dance like that. The dancer transformed before his eyes—a wounded swan, then a proud one, then a snake, a jellyfish. Something that could easily hurt him, something volatile and ethereal.
Yoongi's ears and eyes were transfixed, responding both to the music that was filling his eyes with tears and to the ambiguous creature who was enchanting him like a pure revelation of beauty.
He began to study each part of the man before him, checking if he was real: blue hair, black shirt, and pants that perfectly wrapped his incredibly strong and perfect legs. Yoongi thought he saw a ring or something similar, but he also thought that the dancer's beauty didn't need any jewels, as he was shining brighter than the sun.
He was being moved by the dancer's movements alone.
He thought that a person who could move so effortlessly must be the most interesting person in the world—no one boring or simple could express themselves so poetically through contemporary dance. He regretted having chosen these distant seats in the first place. He had expected all the performances to be boring, thinking he would need some space to be on his phone answering emails or playing video games. He wasn't expecting this. Now, he would have traded places and paid much more to be closer to the dancer, just to perceive his scent.
The girl next to him turned toward him, and he felt her watching as her delicate hand reached for his. He withdrew his arms and crossed them in front of his chest.
She didn't exist anymore. He wouldn't be distracted in any way.
Yoongi couldn't take his eyes away from the dancer, who seemed to be performing just for him, attracting him as a black swan would to lure him to an unknown place—a place from which he was willing never to return.
What did he look like? Two strands of blue hair covered his face, preventing Yoongi from fully seeing it. Neither his eyes nor his nose were visible. Yoongi could only see his jawline and Adam's apple, and he was surprised by the contrast between his feminine movements and the masculinity of the few traits he could perceive.
He was intriguing, enchanting, and the fact that Yoongi wasn't capable of breaking away from him took him by surprise. He had never felt like this before, not for anyone.
He shook his head to chase away the intrusive thoughts, trying to regain some control of his emotions.
The performance ended, and with it, the spell. He noticed many people standing to greet the dancer with a standing ovation; the young man, exhausted, walked to the center of the stage, bowing to the audience. Yoongi was about to stand up, praying to finally see the face of his enchanter, but just as the lights turned on, the girl next to him grabbed his attention, shaking his arm. "Did I give you my phone?" she asked.
"What?"
"My phone, I can't find it anywhere."
"What the hell... I don't know. You handed me your purse, wait..."
Yoongi turned to look for the girl's purse, but as he had thrown everything aside with their coats, everything had slipped off the seat. It was all now on the floor.
"Oh fuck..." he said.
"What happened?"
The man bent down to gather what was now scattered on the floor around him, putting everything back inside her purse. From time to time, he glanced toward the stage to see if he could catch a glimpse of the dancer, but the people standing in front of him obscured his view.
Sweat beaded on his forehead as he rushed. He finally finished the task and gave the purse back to her. She greeted him with a wide smile.
"Such a gentleman."
"Yeah, sure... Did the dancer leave?"
"Yep, he bowed, greeted, and left. Such an incredible dancer, don't you think?"
Yoongi pouted and looked down, disappointed. Frustration hit him in his chest, and he wasn't able to handle it. His face must have shown such sadness that she asked if there was a problem.
"I'm all right, just tired, you know? Do you mind if we call it a night and I take you home?"
"You don't feel like going to dinner?" she asked with an upset face.
"I'm so sorry, I'll make it up to you, I swear. I'm not feeling very well. Today I tried a different restaurant for lunch near the construction site, and I'm afraid it wasn't good at all."
"Okay... I'm sorry. Do whatever you need to feel better," she said.
The two of them finished watching the entire show with many dancers and performances, but Yoongi's mind remained on the blue-haired dancer in the deep waters, where a ray of light had moved in a way that blew him away.
At the end, they both got dressed and tried to leave the theater among the sea of people who were departing amid chatter and comments about all the dancers. Most of the best reviews were for the young guy in the middle of the ocean dancing like a black swan. Yoongi thought that the performance would stay in his head for a long time.
As they were leaving the foyer, he noticed an open door with a sign that read "Staff Only." From the door suddenly appeared a young, tall, blonde, and extremely handsome guy who was walking toward him and passed by, almost hitting him without much care. Yoongi noticed his beautiful features, and the young man winked at him mischievously as he passed.
When the young guy was already outside, Yoongi noticed the figure of his dancer, now wearing gray sweats and a crop hoodie, stretching inside the staff-only room. He was able to see his hips as the dancer stood with his arms up on his tiptoes, stretching.
Yoongi felt as if his stomach had risen to his throat, and he tried to keep looking at that vision, but the crowd was so chaotic that he was literally being moved by other people. He tried to pull the girl's arm in the opposite direction to reach the room, but she was bothered by the sudden change of direction as she felt herself being tugged.
"Where the hell are you going? Don't leave me, or I will lose you!" she said.
He nodded, apologizing and pointing to the exit while leading the way, but he kept turning back a few times, trying to catch another glimpse.
Everything was out of his control at that point.
"What the fuck..." he mumbled.
Before leaving the main entrance, he tried to look back once more, reaching for one last piece of that mysterious vision that would torment him for a while.