on the subject of dancing
onew/taemin
fluff
pg13
303 words
When Taemin dances, Jinki thinks it’s like he’s moving underwater, limbs smooth and body curved in ways that feel too graceful for gravity. “I want to be you,” he says when Taemin drops onto the floor next to him, lounging tired out on his back. There are little patches of sunlight drifting back out the window.
“Be me or be like me?” He holds his hand up against the late evening glare. “You can’t be serious.”
Jinki shrugs and somewhere a room away, a shower is turned on, the sound of running water sneaking in through too thin walls. There’s a late evening storm brewing slowly outside.
Now he won’t say it, can’t because Taemin has gone and put his head into his lap, almost dozing there already. But-..("Heavy?" "You wouldn't move even if I said yes, heavy like a rock. What's the point in asking?")-...but Jinki wants to say that he wants to dance like how Taemin , underwater, no holds barred, free to the point of almost carelessness. A little like how he loves, really.
“But if you were me,” mumbles Taemin from Jinki’s lap and he shifts, blinking up owl-like at Jinki. “But if you were me then there’d be two of me. And if you were still you when you were me, I’d be loving me back.”
“Then I’d be more of a narcissist than Kibum hyung.”
“On second thought, I think I'd rather stick to being me."
“See?” comes the reply and Taemin's arms come up circle Jinki’s neck. “Isn’t having something better than being it? Or being him, if you’re a sucker for pronouns.”
Another shrug and Jinki figures the best way to reply is to kiss Taemin, lips brushing just as it starts to rain outside. It already feels a little like dancing underwater.
(and oh, shhh don't tell anyone but after it all, Jinki thinks he still wants to be Taemin)
.fin
AN- extra time after physics paper, tweaked and fixed a little because it was going down the bad!fic chute.
fluff
pg13
303 words
When Taemin dances, Jinki thinks it’s like he’s moving underwater, limbs smooth and body curved in ways that feel too graceful for gravity. “I want to be you,” he says when Taemin drops onto the floor next to him, lounging tired out on his back. There are little patches of sunlight drifting back out the window.
“Be me or be like me?” He holds his hand up against the late evening glare. “You can’t be serious.”
Jinki shrugs and somewhere a room away, a shower is turned on, the sound of running water sneaking in through too thin walls. There’s a late evening storm brewing slowly outside.
Now he won’t say it, can’t because Taemin has gone and put his head into his lap, almost dozing there already. But-..("Heavy?" "You wouldn't move even if I said yes, heavy like a rock. What's the point in asking?")-...but Jinki wants to say that he wants to dance like how Taemin , underwater, no holds barred, free to the point of almost carelessness. A little like how he loves, really.
“But if you were me,” mumbles Taemin from Jinki’s lap and he shifts, blinking up owl-like at Jinki. “But if you were me then there’d be two of me. And if you were still you when you were me, I’d be loving me back.”
“Then I’d be more of a narcissist than Kibum hyung.”
“On second thought, I think I'd rather stick to being me."
“See?” comes the reply and Taemin's arms come up circle Jinki’s neck. “Isn’t having something better than being it? Or being him, if you’re a sucker for pronouns.”
Another shrug and Jinki figures the best way to reply is to kiss Taemin, lips brushing just as it starts to rain outside. It already feels a little like dancing underwater.
(and oh, shhh don't tell anyone but after it all, Jinki thinks he still wants to be Taemin)
.fin
AN- extra time after physics paper, tweaked and fixed a little because it was going down the bad!fic chute.