Head Over Feet - Oneshot
Title: Head Over Feet
Author: kayjayloves
Word Count: 134
Pairing: Jaechun
Band: DBSK/TVXQ/THSK
Genre: romance
Rating: PG
Warning: abstraction?
Disclaimer: 'fraid I don't own these loves.
Synopsis: They’re part of a dance just begun, with one twisted ankle and both of them trying to lead; they’re spinning in circles.
Comments: for
eviel_bubble <3 Written for
dbsk_flashfic(flashfic challenge 12: slow dance) It's posted there, this one is just for my archive xD
They’re part of a dance just begun, with one twisted ankle and both of them trying to lead; they’re spinning in circles.
“Can you dance?” Jaejoong’s bent over backwards, gravity pulling against his body and Yoochun’s arms, sending them tumbling to the floor. Tripping, but then they’re laughing and Jaejoong’s hands are tangling through Yoochun’s dark curls.
“Anyone can dance.” The cd skips; Yoochun untangles himself, and then he’s up and changing the song, something slow and sensual now. Jaejoong follows, traces invitations with smooth nails on his back. Yoochun breathes in.
It’s the blind leading the blind, but they’re speaking different languages (didn’t - don’t know neither one can see, putting their trust in a false fact) and neither knowing are we going to fall?
But - they decide, at least they’re dancing at all.
Author: kayjayloves
Word Count: 134
Pairing: Jaechun
Band: DBSK/TVXQ/THSK
Genre: romance
Rating: PG
Warning: abstraction?
Disclaimer: 'fraid I don't own these loves.
Synopsis: They’re part of a dance just begun, with one twisted ankle and both of them trying to lead; they’re spinning in circles.
Comments: for
eviel_bubble <3 Written for
dbsk_flashfic(flashfic challenge 12: slow dance) It's posted there, this one is just for my archive xD
They’re part of a dance just begun, with one twisted ankle and both of them trying to lead; they’re spinning in circles.
“Can you dance?” Jaejoong’s bent over backwards, gravity pulling against his body and Yoochun’s arms, sending them tumbling to the floor. Tripping, but then they’re laughing and Jaejoong’s hands are tangling through Yoochun’s dark curls.
“Anyone can dance.” The cd skips; Yoochun untangles himself, and then he’s up and changing the song, something slow and sensual now. Jaejoong follows, traces invitations with smooth nails on his back. Yoochun breathes in.
It’s the blind leading the blind, but they’re speaking different languages (didn’t - don’t know neither one can see, putting their trust in a false fact) and neither knowing are we going to fall?
But - they decide, at least they’re dancing at all.