twinkle toes [DBSK/SuJu; JaeJoong x DongHae; one-shot; fluff]
title: twinle toes
author: yumeyana
fandom: dbsk
pairing: jaejoong x donghae ♥!
rating/genre: PG / humor, fluff
summary: In JaeJoong’s opinion, they are two ends of a pole. They couldshouldmostprobablywould just leave it like that. Except that DongHae has other plans.
[crossposted at miracle______ and at hug______.]
Author’s Notes: So I was feeling a little (too much) down lately and the angst wasn’t really coming to me but I had to write. So I wrote this cute little piece. This is also part of the little crack-cross-pairing aoireeza and I planned out yesterday. If you want to join, tell me, ok? ^^ I hope you like this~!
Disclaimers: None of the boys (Dong Bang or SuJu) belong to me. If they did-*grins*
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Twinkle Toes
You and him are both ends of a pole.
You watch his body move in ways you know you can never do, dancing to the music like it is part of his whole being. He is fluid, almost like water-and you can’t help but grin at the unintended reference to the meaning of his name. Perfect fit, if you could say so yourself.
He holds out his hand-Dance with me?
You raise an eyebrow; he, of all people, should know that dancing isn’t your genre. Sure, you can dance but compared to him-never mind. He chuckles, knowing how much you loathe dancing with him. He knows it makes you uncomfortable and small-smaller than you already are. You are a singer, not a dancer, thank you very much.
But not even your raised eyebrow can scare him off.
He takes your hand-unwilling hand, you’d like to emphasize-and guides your body with his own. His chuckles grow louder, laughter ringing in your ear. You want to stop and just watch him (it is your secret hobby, so shush) dance with his music. But you don’t, you let him lead-you let yourself melt into the rhythm he’s created-and you are consumed in the world he’s let you be part of.
Perhaps, it isn’t too bad.
He takes a double step, startled that you turned around to face him and wrapped your arms around his neck. Hyung! His tone is a little reprimanding but more scared of being caught in a compromising position. You roll your eyes in amusement; his tone may sound like that but his eyes are shining with mirth. Liar, you tell him before you capture his lips in a teasing kiss.
That’s for making me dance.
xxx
10dec07 | 10:53pm
author: yumeyana
fandom: dbsk
pairing: jaejoong x donghae ♥!
rating/genre: PG / humor, fluff
summary: In JaeJoong’s opinion, they are two ends of a pole. They couldshouldmostprobablywould just leave it like that. Except that DongHae has other plans.
[crossposted at miracle______ and at hug______.]
Author’s Notes: So I was feeling a little (too much) down lately and the angst wasn’t really coming to me but I had to write. So I wrote this cute little piece. This is also part of the little crack-cross-pairing aoireeza and I planned out yesterday. If you want to join, tell me, ok? ^^ I hope you like this~!
Disclaimers: None of the boys (Dong Bang or SuJu) belong to me. If they did-*grins*
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Twinkle Toes
You and him are both ends of a pole.
You watch his body move in ways you know you can never do, dancing to the music like it is part of his whole being. He is fluid, almost like water-and you can’t help but grin at the unintended reference to the meaning of his name. Perfect fit, if you could say so yourself.
He holds out his hand-Dance with me?
You raise an eyebrow; he, of all people, should know that dancing isn’t your genre. Sure, you can dance but compared to him-never mind. He chuckles, knowing how much you loathe dancing with him. He knows it makes you uncomfortable and small-smaller than you already are. You are a singer, not a dancer, thank you very much.
But not even your raised eyebrow can scare him off.
He takes your hand-unwilling hand, you’d like to emphasize-and guides your body with his own. His chuckles grow louder, laughter ringing in your ear. You want to stop and just watch him (it is your secret hobby, so shush) dance with his music. But you don’t, you let him lead-you let yourself melt into the rhythm he’s created-and you are consumed in the world he’s let you be part of.
Perhaps, it isn’t too bad.
He takes a double step, startled that you turned around to face him and wrapped your arms around his neck. Hyung! His tone is a little reprimanding but more scared of being caught in a compromising position. You roll your eyes in amusement; his tone may sound like that but his eyes are shining with mirth. Liar, you tell him before you capture his lips in a teasing kiss.
That’s for making me dance.
xxx
10dec07 | 10:53pm