lean on the rhythm, with my song for you
Kaisoo; pg; fluff; 1566 words
Summary: Jongin thinks that you can fall easily into a rhythm if you know it well enough like the back of your hand and it's not long before he dances to the rhythm of falling and being in love.
a/n: Wrote this during the wee hours of the morning before I passed out. Please excuse the lack of quality, it's a 2 am baby. Also, this is nothing but shameless fluff. Comments are dearly appreciated and if you have time to spare, please drop by my
qooh and tell me what you think. Enjoy~ <3
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Mid-Februaury in Seoul is cold and biting, people bundled up in layers, their bodies seeking warmth from the coffee mugs nestled between their hands and the scarves woven around their necks. The air is nippy and foggy breaths litter the atmosphere like smoke trails and if you squint hard enough, like gray fluttering butterflies flitting around and disappearing, replaced by other rounds of puffs coming from the artists' mouths, painting the air with escaped sighs and melancholic exhales, lungs giving way to breathe in oxygen.
Jongin doesn't feel the cold though. Jongin rarely feels the cold. The heat in his body as he dances to the thumping of the beats coming from the speakers is enough to ward off the cold he should be feeling in the studio. He pops and locks and does graceful turns and finishes off with a final thrust, beads of sweat trickling from his forehead down to the bridge of his nose, and he's panting and out of breath but his heart is full and he feels like soaring, his feet as light as air and the exhiliration still tingling on the tips of his fingers.
