FICLET | It Can Mean a Lot of Things
an entry for the community post book @ hosu_yongwonhi.
warning: absurdly short
TITLE: It Can Mean a Lot of Things
prompt: #7 - Sigh
user name: akaxiah
Disclaimer: they are real people, but not mine.
Summary: The YooSuMin triplet watches Yunho dance.
Yunho bends an elbow and simultaneously leans both knees the other way. He fluidly recovers and executes a different move, much much slower this time, the motion of his arms drawing waves painstakingly in the air. Then he snaps and does a 360° turn, head arrogantly tilted, body angled as if sending out an invitation for a confrontation. He spots three figures on the floor and loses focus for a moment, a smile erupting from his lips, but then immediately regains his concentration, feet sliding effortlessly across the floor. He pops, and his sweat shakes loose, creating a bit of a glimmer.
Junsu sighs.
Yoochun opens his eyes when he feels his makeshift bed heave, "What's with that discontented sound? You move as well as he does. There's no point comparing. You two have different dance styles, and it shows when we perform. I've overheard our stylists comment that during dance numbers they don't know whom to look at - you or Yunho-hyung. I wish the rest of us would go past our movement phase."
Changmin doesn't even look up from the book he's reading, as if the effort wasn't worth it, "Hyung, you don't understand Junsu at all."
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quite a pointless fic, LOL
warning: absurdly short
TITLE: It Can Mean a Lot of Things
prompt: #7 - Sigh
user name: akaxiah
Disclaimer: they are real people, but not mine.
Summary: The YooSuMin triplet watches Yunho dance.
Yunho bends an elbow and simultaneously leans both knees the other way. He fluidly recovers and executes a different move, much much slower this time, the motion of his arms drawing waves painstakingly in the air. Then he snaps and does a 360° turn, head arrogantly tilted, body angled as if sending out an invitation for a confrontation. He spots three figures on the floor and loses focus for a moment, a smile erupting from his lips, but then immediately regains his concentration, feet sliding effortlessly across the floor. He pops, and his sweat shakes loose, creating a bit of a glimmer.
Junsu sighs.
Yoochun opens his eyes when he feels his makeshift bed heave, "What's with that discontented sound? You move as well as he does. There's no point comparing. You two have different dance styles, and it shows when we perform. I've overheard our stylists comment that during dance numbers they don't know whom to look at - you or Yunho-hyung. I wish the rest of us would go past our movement phase."
Changmin doesn't even look up from the book he's reading, as if the effort wasn't worth it, "Hyung, you don't understand Junsu at all."
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quite a pointless fic, LOL