theres just a what-if here about ritsu getting just a bit of psychic empathy and achieving the rest with his writers brain, and theres also a headcanon about mob not being a very good singer or not playing any instrument but being able to whistle very well
I remember theres a word for that, the very good whistler thing, from a jeffery deaver book Ive read, but I cant find it in my memory anymore
a/n: sorry for the absence but here is a cute one shot :-)smut warninggif credit to the owner
His curl adorned head glanced over his shoulder and switched lanes with ease. Music was softly gracing the speakers with a light melody. The sky outside was grey and dull, rain littering the pavement and windows. With the rain and Harry surrounding my senses, I was calm.
The music flowing the truck was serene and I couldn’t help but sing along to the tune. “I don’t want to be your friend, I want to kiss your neck.” I took note of the grin that swept across Harry’s face when I started to sing. “What are you at?” I conjured. The grin that flashed his teeth and dimples grew wider, “You have a lovely voice s'all.”
I blushed at his compliment and kept my head turned to the window so he could fail to see my embarrassment ridden face.
I think I’m falling
I’m falling for you
The lyrics resonated in my mind. What if my heart was really falling for this green eyed boy? My mind and heart were at conflict as I asked myself this significant question. Before I could ponder this question more than I already have, my mind swirled to the hand placed gently on my thigh. Even through my clothed material I could feel the hit that was immersed from his hand.
My heart swelled at the small, yet significant gesture that Harry had completed. Before I could revel in the sweetness of Harry anymore, he pulled his truck up at the curb in front of my house. The AUX cord connected to my phone was pulled out as I swiftly tucked it in my pocket. The door I was about to open, was pulled from my grasp. Harry smiled sweetly when I thanked him. See, chivalry isn’t dead.
His arm looped with mine as we walk to my doorstep. “I had a really nice time today.” His voice rang out, the British accent never failing to hook me into his voice deeper. “I did too.” An involuntary smile swept across my face, “We should do it aga-” My sentence was cut off by a loud crackle through the sky. “Yeah we should. But I should get going. Bye Y/N.” He gave me a swift hug, not nearly as long as I wanted. I hollered bye as he rushed through the yard to his truck.
When my door popped open, quietness surrounded me. Mom and Dad were still work. My room welcomed me with the scent of mahogany teakwood and I felt even calmer in that moment. The clothes I had on were stripped off me and replaced with sweats and an old t-shirt, my hair was pulled up into a bun. I had just sunk into my bed when a knock at my door startled me. I heaved a sigh and shuffled to my door. “So. My truck isn’t working.” A soaked Harry stood on my porch. “Alright, you can hang out until the rain stops.” I laughed and grabbed his arm and pulled him inside. “Stay here, I’ll grab you a towel and clothes.” I disappeared in my room, while I sent a swift text to my mom and explained the situation. My phone was placed back into my pocket, a towel in one hand and my ex boyfriends clothes in the other.
“Here’s a towel. And here are some clothes.” Harry’s eyes traveled down the clothes. “Are those your ex boyfriends clothes?” My cheeks heat up, “Yes…look, do you want clothes or not?” He chuckled, “Fine.”
Harry emerged from the bathroom just as I started to watch Supernatural. His appearance caused my to burst out into budding laughter. Around his legs he had tight boxer briefs that were way too short on his long legs, and his torso adorned a shirt that was too tight. “I look fucking ridiculous.” Tears spilled from my eyes, my stomach already gathering an ache. “You look amazing.” Harry’s green eyes rolls at my comment. “Shut it.”
He took a seat on the couch opposite of the one I was lounging on. “What are we watching?” He asked, slightly annoyed. “Supernatural.” Harry scoffed, “Really?”
“Hey it’s a good show!” He chuckled a little bit, “Yeah okay.”
“Hey I can kick you out if I need too.” My maneuvered to look at Harry and my eyes narrowed as I challenged him. “Okay, okay.” He raised his hands up in defense as he decided to climb onto my couch, my heart smiled, I got to be closer to him. I smiled at the green eyed boy who took my feet in his lap as I pressed play on the remote at his request.
About twenty minutes passed by of me being engrossed in the work of Sam and Dean Winchester when Harry started to become bored. His legs that held my feet started to bounce up and down. “You bored?” I asked, “No, I’m okay.” I took the time to admire Harry’s gorgeous face. He had sporadic freckles under his eyes and along his nose, something I’ve noticed before, just never studied them. His green eyes had yellow located around the edge of his pupil. Surrounding his eyes, long eyelashes fanned across. If there was ever a time to seize the day, now was that time. The body resting before me came closer as my body propelled itself towards him. And before I could think about anything else, my lips crashed to his.
Harry held me to him once I tried to pull back. I didn’t object anymore. Our lips melted together with heat intertwined. Harry’s hands grabbed my body and pulled me on to him. Each of my knees were at the side of his legs. My hands found his hair, slowly running my digits through his dark hair. A low moan leaked out of his lips and, sending a sensation through me. What was I doing? Harry and I were just friends. “Harry…were just friends…” The connection of our lips was lost, Harry’s lips were swollen and pink, they looked irresistible. “Y/n. You and I both know that isn’t true. We’ve been wanting each other for awhile now. Ever since I moved here I’ve wanted you.” The words he said to me affected my heart to swell. I can’t deny the fact that I did like him ever since he moved here from England. “Just…let us have this…” Harry practically whimpered out, his hand flew up to my hair as he brushed a stray strand behind my ear. “You’re all I want, so much it’s hurting.” How could I deny this beautiful boy? My body reacted over my mind once more as our lips reestablished. Our hips slowly collided, breathy moans released from both of us. Harry’s lips pulled from mine as he connected to my neck. My head rolled back as a loud moaned ripped through me. “I have wanted to do this for so long,” Harry moaned out, “Let’s take this to your room.” His large hands gripped my butt as he lifted us up, my lips were attacking his neck with my teeth, leaving red marks in the wake of it.
Harry shut my door behind him; swiftly he pulled his shirt of his lanky body. My eyes takes down his naked torso. He had toned abs, suddenly I felt insecure. The body of Harry was much prettier than mine. He was slender and tan. As I had fat rolls and was pale. “Harry…I don’t know.” He sighed, and my heart broke. I wanted to make love with Harry more than anything. But, that was my first time, and I didn’t know if I was ready to give him myself completely. Wasn’t I supposed to be in love with the person I lose it to?
“Y/N, if you’re worried about us not being in love, don’t. I’m incredibly in love with you, and I know you feel the same way. The way you’re body reacts to me when I touch you tells it all.” His hand lingered to my lip, touching it gently. His thumb rubbed over my bottom lip then slowly trailed to my chest, “Just a simple touch to your lip has already got it your heart racing…” He whispered then placed his hand over my heart. Sure enough, he was proved right. “But that’s not the case. I know you too well. It’s you’re body…you’re afraid I won’t find it beautiful.” My breath hitched with his words. His head lowered down, and kissed my clothed belly.
“Baby girl, that isn’t the case. You’re body….it gets my heart racing. Your hips curve in just the right way, your chest is big in all the right places, and your thighs, oh god, your thighs.” He moaned the last part out, I couldn’t help the slight whimper that I emitted from me when he squeezed my thighs.
“If you don’t believe me, feel this.” His hand took mine and placed it on the bulge in the boxers I gave him. Harry climbed on the bed and was faced on top of me. His arms supported him on either side of my head. Harry’s pink and slightly swollen lips came to mine. It wasn’t rushed this time, it was slow, sensual and intimate. “You’re beautiful,” he mumbled against my lips, “let me prove it to you.”
The shirt I had separating our bare chest was removed. My breasts were exposed to the first person other than myself who has seen them. This was my most vulnerable moment. I dearly hoped Harry would not mess this up. “I trust you.” I finally murmured out. Harry sweetly smiled. The smile made my heart swell. Lips kissed in the valley between my breasts. A hand gently kneaded one of them while Harry’s lips slowly made his way to the other. His tongue flicked my nipple, igniting a fire in my stomach. With a sudden gasp from myself, he did it once more, yet harder. He alternated between each breast. If that is how it felt to be pleasured that way, I couldn’t wait for Harry to work further down my body.
As if Harry read my mind, he kissed each of my breast one last time and then inched down my stomach. Leaving raised bumps on my skin and kisses. My breathing was heavy and uncontrolled. I wasn’t lying when I said I trusted Harry. I’ve never felt more ready to give someone myself as I was in that moment.
Harry arrived finally at my lower half. The sweats that adorned my legs and waist were removed. My cheeks reddened as Harry moaned. I forgot to put on underwear. “Do you always go commando?” He lightly chuckled. “Uh, only sometimes.” I mumbled out. “Christ.”
Harry’s curly haired head descended between my thighs. His dark hair tickled my skin. A finger swiped across my core sending a foreign sensation of pleasure through me. My thighs unconsciously tried to squeeze each other together. Harry’s hands took a hold of them, and gripped them tightly. He looked up at me, his eyes were a shade darker and I could almost feel myself dripping.
I entangled my hands in his hair once he touched his tongue to my swollen bundle of nerves. My body jerked as Harry continued to run his tongue vigorously worked on my clit. The moans slipping from my mouth, the tugging of his hair only seemed to fuel Harry more. Harry between my legs, eating me out was such an intense experience. I was sent wondering why I have never done this sooner.
“You taste so good, holy fuck.” He groaned against me, a finger started to inch in and out of me. It was an odd feeling at first, but once I got use to the alienated feeling after a few pumps. The feeling sunk into my bones. I could feel that I was going to untie soon. My first orgasm was soon going to rip through my overwhelmed body and I have never been so ready for it.
I convulsed from Harry’s mouth and fingers. I could feel myself tighten around Harry’s digits, my fingers gripped my sheets, and my toes curled with the pleasure coursing through my entire body.
Harry hauled up from my legs. Moisture surrounded his mouth. My moisture. “Are you on the pill?” I shook my head, “Okay. I have a condom.” I wasn’t sure why he carried a condom around. The feeling that sunk into me sent me into a panic. What if I wasn’t Harry’s first time? What if he was just using me? I wanted to curl up into a ball in that moment. I think Harry sensed my panic, “Relax. This is my first time having sex. I carry it around with me to look cool.” The side of his hand was brushed against my face, “I am just as nervous as you.” He definitely didn’t show it. He did himself of the borrowed boxers, then fetched his wallet. The foil wrapper was torn open then soon the latex was rolled on to Harry’s hard shaft. Harry’s penis was the first one I have seen, but it was beautiful. I silently laughed at my thoughts, “Whatcha laughing at over there? Something funny?”
“No, you’re just beautiful.”
He climbed back onto the bed and kissed my nose, “and so are you.” Harry positioned himself between my legs. “Are you ready?” I nodded, I have never been more ready. “Okay.”
Harry pushed himself inside of me, a vehement moan elicited from his throat. “Holy fuck, this is better than I could imagine.” The unfamiliar feeling a male being inside of me was unpleasant to say the least. As Harry drew his hips back slowly and would push back against me, a pain would set in. It wasn’t very painful, but it was annoying. “Are you okay? Do I need to stop?” My head shook, “No, keep going.”
After a few thrusts, the sensation set in and I started to experience the pleasure everyone thrived about. Before too long, my hips were meeting Harry’s furiously. Sweat began to bead at my forehead and in the valley of my breasts. Our moaning became louder and our breaths became rampant.
Pleasure cascaded through me with each propelling of our clashing hips. “Hold on, let me do something.” And with that, Harry moved his hips in such a way that he hit a certain spot inside of me. I cried out in what I could only explain of irrevocable bliss. “Oh fuck.” Harry accelerated his hips as his tongue met my breasts, I don’t know how much longer I could last with all of this overwhelming me. “Harry…I won’t last long..” Harry mumbled something onto me.
A thumb flicked my clit, and Harry kept hitting that spot that only kept making me moan louder each time. Soon I started to throb around Harry. My vision blacker out and I felt myself release onto Harry with a deafening moan. “Fuck Harry!” My nails raked down his back, an action I soon loved to peruse.
Harry growled out then soon twitched inside of me, spilling himself into the condom. Harry sweaty body collapsed on me, our chests heaving. “Y/N, that was amazing.” He said into my ear. “Oh my god, it was.” My hand was playing with Harry’s curls when he rolled off of me and pulled me onto his chest. “I see why everyone makes a big deal out of it now.” I chuckled out, Harry’s chest bounced up and down with a laugh rattling through him. “Yeah, so do I.”
Before we could continue our cuddling session, my phone buzzed with a text. “On my way home.” It read, from my mom. Panic rose in me, I jumped from Harry’s chest throwing clothes around to get dressed. “My mom is on her way.” Harry jumped up as well and got dressed. I pulled my hair into a bun and checked myself in the mirror. I truly looked like a different girl. There was a certain glow to my skin that I couldn’t place. My eyes looked brighter and my cheeks held red. “How doI look?” I asked Harry, “Freshly fucked.” He grinned with a dimple popping into his cheek. I rolled my eyes at him. We walked into the living room and I continued to play supernatural.
Eventually my mom stumbled through the door. “Hi Harry.” She smiled. “Hey Mrs. Y/L/N. How are you?” “I’m great, thank you for
asking. You’re such a sweet boy. Why don’t you come over more often?” She passed him with a quick ruffle to his hair. Harry looked at me, “Maybe I will.” Then added a wink.
“Sometimes a whole song appears by magic, like it has poured out of the sky. And sometimes it’s a scrapbook of things that I’ve collected… a dream, a text message, a memory, and somehow when I put them all together it makes sense. I overthink everything else in my life, to the point of near exhaustion, so I try not to with songs. It’s an impulsive and instinctive process.” - Florence Welch from a new interview with The Telegraph where she discusses alcohol, new music and her search for serenity (x)
taurus vibrates to the rhythm of the seasons, there is the grandeur creative blossom in spring, the consolidation and anchoring into the winter snow, the echo of falling leaves making their music in autumn, the serene twilight of summer
the prompt: (abridged) seokmin is your new neighbor, and after a bit of bonding, the two of you carry not only romantic, but domestic feelings for each other.
category: fluff on fluff
author note: you had me at seokmin and domestic feel like ever time I look at dk I think of how much of a husband/boyfriend vibe he gives off and to write a whole scenario based off of that??? i am blessed. also i suck at summaries but the request was rlly long so i tried to shorten it. i also changed the ending from dinner and tv to dancing bc i had more inspiration for the latter.
I had my phone’s music library on shuffle this afternoon and this piano work for @centoridellanir came on. I had nearly forgotten how fun it was to write this one so I figured I’d give it another share.
On another note, would anyone be interested if I opened up piano sketch commissions again? I might have a little free time coming up, so I might have the chance to fill a few slots. Final projects would sound just like this one above.
Everything had gone wrong tonight. Not one thing had gone to plan, but perhaps that was made the night one of the best of your life.
Your ankle turned out to have a very bad strain. Doctor Hill was almost gleeful to tell that you’d have to be off for at least three weeks, delightedly pointing at one of his posters:
‘Paralysis with your Pirouettes’
Three weeks seemed far too long, but Jimin assured you he’d lend you all the theory books he’d tortured himself with, so you wouldn’t miss out. Doctor Hill taped up your ankle and let you borrow a crutch for the night, and you hobbled into the dining hall with one hand around Jimin’s waist, the other clutching the ugly grey thing. At least your pointe shoe ribbons half concealed the tape.
There was a bit of a pause in conversation as the tow of you entered. All the patrons and audience turned, taking in your condition. You blushed a deep red as the hall turned silent, but then they began to clap.
Suddenly, Jimin and you were enveloped in a rush of compliments and questions, handshakes and pats on the back. People wanted to know how long you’d been dancing together for, where you’d trained before Amourandwhat had happened to Shinn Taeyeon?
Jimin answered the last with a firm ‘Taeyeon and I are no longer partners.’ It sent an exciting thrill in you, hearing those words, although you knew that they were dangerous. There was no question that Taeyeon was better than you, but then Jimin had chosen, and you had to trust him. As another person asked the same question, you decided that at least for tonight, you wouldn’t worry yourself stressing about whether he would really be able to put up with you.
Though it was still difficult not to be in awe of him. He knew so many of the people, and graciously introduced you to every single one. He was only seventeen, yet these ballet fans and directors and teachers and patrons talked to him with the high regard they would to a principal dancer.
Eventually Master Hwan made the call for everyone to take their seats for the award ceremony. Jimin and you excused yourselves from the portly-looking benefactor you’d been speaking with, and Jimin helped you over to where your class sat, still in their light blue ensembles.
He sat by you as they all clucked about, giving you a blow-by-blow account of all they’d seen. It was hard for him, you knew, trying to keep a teacher-student relationship with everyone else but the complete opposite with you. Yuna and Hyeun could hardly stop giggling, looking between Jimin and you like you were playing a game of tennis.
Despite the slight awkwardness of the situation, your class felt like a proper class again. Seohyun was perched on the lap of a beaming Kihyun, chatting away to Areum and Jongsoo. And Minjee actually seemed quite animated as she picked out all the flaws in Master Kang’s routine, which you supposed was a slight improvement on face-to-face insult.
It was bizarre, really, that all of you were so close after so many hostilities. You knew that it wouldn’t last – that soon you’d all be at each other’s throats again. But for the moment, everyones were a team who had beaten the worst of odds and had still come through shining.
Although, your class didn’t win.
Master Hwan announced with quite the most irksome smile at you that Madame Choi’s class was disqualified for having a dancer in their piece who was not registered in the class and, indeed, not even registered in the same year group. Jimin whispered an earnest 'sorry’ to your class, but they all looked at him like he was mad.
Master Hwan asked Master Kang to come up and collect the trophy for the fifth year running.
You clapped politely with everyone else. Some looked slightly down-beat, but Minjee leaned over and, with a smirk. “Well, maybe we didn’t win, but Jesus, whose dance is going to be more memorable? We were badass.”
Though Jimin, probably wasn’t ever destined to forgive her, looked away stonily, you had to smile back. She was right, you were the history makers. And up on the stage Madame Choi clapped with a twinkle in her eye. You were glad. Even after your surprise entry, things hadn’t gone as planned. You certainly hadn’t gotten the win she’d been wanting, but it seemed she was happy.
Jimin’s class won the senior competition, despite his absence. You squeezed his hand as you watched them all jump up and hug each other. “I’m a real idiot.” He muttered.
“You know they’ve already forgiven you.” You said, smiling as Taehyung lifted Yoongi up in his arms. They were once again back to their rowdy selves.
Dawon and Jin’s pas de deux had apparently given Master Jinho and Madame Hyejin a run for their money. Yuna and Hyeun whispered to Jimin and you that they’d done a 'seriously hot’ tango kind of thing, and that they’d probably have beaten the teachers if Jinho and Hyejin had done a clean, classical piece. But, as it was, they seemed to have predicted what Jin and Dawon were going to do, and so they equalled the heat with a saucy pas de deux from Carmen, the story of the seductress.
You laughed as Master Jinho gave Madame Hyejin a chaste kiss, then held up their trophy in triumph with a wink to Jin and Dawon.
With the awards ceremony finished, you had figured you’d all be sent to bed to rest before a full day of classes tomorrow. But then music began playing and drinks and food were brought out. The champagne however was kept well away from the students, as people began mingling again. Jimin whispered you a promise of return and went to apologize to his friends.
Eungkwan came up and congratulated you, saying that it seemed you’d found his replacement. You bit your lip, smiling. You’d managed to foster a fondness for him over the past week, even though he was probably one of the most serious dancers you’d ever met. He was funny, in a quiet way., but he was right. Jimin was the one and only who could ever dance with you the way you truly wanted.
Jiwoo came hurrying up soon after, pulling a besotted Kwangsik along behind her. You amusedly noticed her rumpled hair and blushing cheeks before she threw her arms around you. “That was insane! I was so proud! Everyone in the crowd was gawping, seriously!”
You laughed, feeling so happy. You pulled back and looked at her bad arm. “I just wish you could’ve been on stage with us, Jiwoo. I missed you up there.”
She smiled with a hint of sadness. “We’ll find out soon, just promise me free tickets to all of you and Jimin’s performances when you’re both famous and I’ll be happy.”
“We’ll get you through it, Jiwoo.” Kwangsik said gently putting his arm around her. “You’ll be back dancing in no time.”
“With you, I hope?” She said, leaning back against his chest.
You hid your smile and slipped away before things got too hot.
The night wore on, and the kitchen staff certainly showed their skills, serving out platter after platter of treats. You guessed that tonight was the one exception to the strict diet they usually kept everyone on.
You didn’t see Taeyeon for the rest of the night, although rumours were circulating that she’d been seen in a corner in a deep discussion with the director of the US Ballet Academy. You wondered what to think of it. Did it mean she was going into the school? Or straight into the US Ballet, despite her missing the audition. However you decided it would be better not to care. She could talk all she wanted with Chongsu Sungmin. You didn’t want to have anything to do with either of them.
Of course, if you were going to continue with ballet then you would eventually bump into them again.
And continuing with ballet? You could hardly think of doing anything else, because when you had first come to this academy, you had thought yourself just a schoolgirl with an affection for dance. An academic toying with the idea of ballet. But now you knew who you were, and what you were capable of.
Now you were a ballet dancer.
When the time was nearing Midnight, you were standing with Yuna, Hyeun, Jiwoo and Kwangsik and a few others, half listening to their conversation about what the big production might be this year. Seohyun had managed to swig a couple of glasses of champagne from somewhere, and her giggling was higher than ever as she suggested a ballet version of Hannah Montana.
A pair of strong arms suddenly wrapped around your shoulders. You smiled as his scent swirled around you. “You look like you need an escape.” He whispered in your ear.
“Is it that obvious?” You replied.
His chest moved against your back as he chuckled. “I suppose I’ll have to rescue you, then.”
With a quick excuse to your friends, you slipped your hand into Jimin’s and together snuck through the crowd to the doors.
The entrance hall was cool in comparison to the dining hall, and you let out a long breath, turning to look at him. He gazed at you, a smile on his lips. “You are beautiful, (Name).”
You blushed, glancing down at your hands. “Stage makeup.”
He rolled his eyes. “Well, it doesn’t detract too much.”
You couldn’t help but beam at him then, feeling happiness flow through you, calm and seemingly endless but you knew it wasn’t. You knew that tomorrow would see Taeyeon’s revenge and Minjee’s return to bitchiness and Master Jinho’s various punishments and expectations.
“Things aren’t going to be easy.” Jimin murmured, seeming to concur with your thoughts without meaning to.
“I know.” You said.
Together you slowly began making your way to the stairs. Without a word, Jimin hoisted you up in his arms. You balanced your crutch in one hand and wrapped the other around his neck. Stars twinkled outside the great window as he carried you up the stairs. You looked at his chiselled features. If you were beautiful then he was godlike, and you were so, so lucky to have him.
I have him…
The thought started it. The music in your head, serene and light.
You reached the first floor, and you both stilled. The notes played strongly in your head. Jimin gently sat you down, still holding your weight as your foot touched the ground. You looked down the corridor, past the various doors where you’d taken your classes each day. The pull was so strong. You looked back at Jimin.
“(Name).” Jimin said. “You’re injured. it wouldn’t be a good idea.”
You raised your eyebrow, seeing the complete contradiction in his brown eyes. They were alight with emotion. And you knew that he could hear it too: the music.
A smile crept to his lips once more, and he stepped back, taking your hand in his own.
You walked down the corridor, the pain in your ankle faded by the feel of something much stronger. You knew Doctor Hill had commanded that you had to rest, but he didn’t understand. Dance had so much power over you, much more than an injury.
You entered the last door on the left, the door through which you had first glimpsed this man.
Moonlight poured through the windows, catching on the dust which lingered in the air. The empty floor was bathed in white. You relaxed, feeling the cool air surround you.
Jimin returned from the stereo. He took both your hands in his own and led you to the centre.
You looked at each other, breathing as one. And the music began all around the two of you.
Together you stepped back, lowering your hands, as the first notes played, delicate and soft. You lowered into a deep curtsy, he into a bow. A surrender. To one another. And then your fingertips touched again, and he slowly pulled you back up to him. You let yourself lean back, your spine curving over his hands. Your arms stretched above your head, fingers swirling the dust. You smiled, eyes shutting, languishing in this freedom.
You came back up, and turned so that he stood behind you. His lips brushed your bare neck as your leg reached out. You couldn’t help but sigh, letting your head lean back against his chest. He turned you in a slow pirouette, the notes gently coming down as your arms rose. He spun you faster as the music gained intensity, and faster again.
And then quickly it came into its first flourish, and you halted, your arms around his neck, one leg back in an arabesque. He spun you again, and then once more. Jimin and you grinned: both knowing what was coming next. With the final flourish, you pulled back, and he kissed your knuckles in farewell, his eyes meeting yours with a glint mischief.
The fast notes began, and you parted, you one way and he the other. You spun and twirled in wide circles the notes tumbled on delightfully, letting your happiness reign free! In his own circle, Jimin leapt high and free, his face one of pure bliss. It seemed like the second time tonight that you could not help but laugh with glee as you danced.
As the music darkened for a moment, you stayed at opposite sides, moving in place on your pointes, your arms in an oval above your head, and Jimin tiptoeing, his arms out wide, showing all his power.
The music broke out of its hush into its high notes again, and finally you were rushing to each other, spinning into a pirouette as your hands met. You toured the room, Jimin lifting you in high leaps and complex catches which seemed like the easiest thing in the World. Everything was natural, everything was meant to be, he twirled you in a tight set of step turns as the music twinkled up even higher. As they reached their breaking point, his hands quickly went to your waist, and he lifted you into the air, as if you were a bird he was setting free. You let out yet another exhilarated breath, feeling so joyous.
But then the music began to soften, turning delicate again. Your breathing slowed. Gently, Jimin turned you so that you faced him. You put your hands on his shoulders. Slowly, ever so slowly, he brought you down his body, first your legs and then your stomach gliding down his chest until your toes touched the ground once more. You looked at him, realizing that here you had something as precious as the melody described. How? How was you worthy of this?
You turned yourself away from him as the notes gently dropped. Eyes closed. Was this really possible? This connection? Really?
But Jimin stepped closer behind you. His hand gently slid down your wrist, his fingers linking with yours. He knew your thoughts, he knew your worry - the other hand did the same. As a new chord played, he wrapped his arms, joined with yours across your chest, holding you against him. You felt his warmth, his trust, his love.
You turned to face him, unshed tears suddenly warm in your eyes and a smile curved on your lips. He gazed at you with all the emotion in the world before the music flowed into its final tumble of notes, quick and yet deeper than the previous times. Joy running as deep as the heart.
Together, Jimin and you danced those final few bars, letting your very essences entwine.
And as the last chord played, you held each other, your leg up in an arabesque, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. And as the final note faded, your lips met, sealing whatever fate awaited Jimin and you.
Clair de Lune…
A/N I Just want say it’s been such a honour to write and share this story with you guys! I want to thank you for staying with me all the way, and thank you for alle the sweet encouraging support! It truly means a lot! As promised I’ll be writing a sequel and everything is already planned out and ready, however as you may know I have some very important exams, which means I won’t post or be much online for the next couple of weeks. I’m also planning a Jungkook au, which I’m very excited for, so stay tuned.