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[jin] 1 Hour fic challenge
Title: Love Song
Pairing: Jin-centric
Rating: G
Words: 185
Summary: 1 hour fic challenge, 7th February 2009. Not written in particular to any JE love song.
anamuan | crystallekil | iverin | jackoweskla | ky_rin | mousapelli | nicocoer | pastdazed | pearljemz | snoozing_kitten
Love Song
It was a tight dance, one full of rhythm and canted hips. Like a summer’s romance condensed into one night, heated and laden with moisture, spiced and blossoming on tongues. Sometimes the most effective way for Jin to choreograph his dances was to start at the beginning of a song standing in the middle of an empty dance floor, eyes closed in concentration. Focusing his breathing to the signature tempo of the song, he gathers the tension in his muscles, releasing it slowly as he takes three steps forward – yes, three, that’s the magic number.
A flirty little hop, confident quickstep or two and Jin throws himself at the music’s feet.
Snap –
Snap –
Point –
Snap!
Eyes fly open and it catches aflame in the crimson sunlight that screams through glass and the audience is floored –
No. A half beat of rest.
Forceful lunge, reluctant withdrawal –
No, not yet.
Breathe.
D.C. Al Coda,
A final tilt of his body, nearly spilling over the arch of his toes; little drunken stagger before he falls to his knees, sliding them open with his head bowed – fin.
Pairing: Jin-centric
Rating: G
Words: 185
Summary: 1 hour fic challenge, 7th February 2009. Not written in particular to any JE love song.
anamuan | crystallekil | iverin | jackoweskla | ky_rin | mousapelli | nicocoer | pastdazed | pearljemz | snoozing_kitten
Love Song
It was a tight dance, one full of rhythm and canted hips. Like a summer’s romance condensed into one night, heated and laden with moisture, spiced and blossoming on tongues. Sometimes the most effective way for Jin to choreograph his dances was to start at the beginning of a song standing in the middle of an empty dance floor, eyes closed in concentration. Focusing his breathing to the signature tempo of the song, he gathers the tension in his muscles, releasing it slowly as he takes three steps forward – yes, three, that’s the magic number.
A flirty little hop, confident quickstep or two and Jin throws himself at the music’s feet.
Snap –
Snap –
Point –
Snap!
Eyes fly open and it catches aflame in the crimson sunlight that screams through glass and the audience is floored –
No. A half beat of rest.
Forceful lunge, reluctant withdrawal –
No, not yet.
Breathe.
D.C. Al Coda,
A final tilt of his body, nearly spilling over the arch of his toes; little drunken stagger before he falls to his knees, sliding them open with his head bowed – fin.