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For: ringdingdong_jy
From: Your (Emergency) Secret Santa
Title: Tonight I'm Loving You
Pairing: Jonghyun/Taemin
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 520
Summary: Jonghyun is drawn in like a moth to a flame.
The club is alight with flickering strobe lights, giving the whole dance floor an ethereal appearance. Clambering down from the stage, adrenaline still pumping and a thin film of sweat coating his body, Jonghyun isn't exposed to the hypnotizing effects of the dance floor, shrouded in darkness in the hallway. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting after having the stage lights blaring in his face. His band mates pass, clap him on the back and congratulate each other for a performance well done.
Jonghyun laughs, returns the celebratory words, but he can't focus.
Blond hair swaying, lithe body rocking in perfect rhythm to the beat, and that seductive gaze. Jonghyun's eyelids flutter close, the image of the man playing back in his mind. He couldn't look away the whole set, drawing from that one man's energy to belt out each and every note with a new vigor, a whole new meaning. He wasn't singing for some faceless lover anymore, he was singing for him.
The latest pop tunes are bumping through the club's speakers now as Jonghyun pushes his way out of the hall and onto the dance floor.
He has to be here still.
Desperately searching, Jonghyun ignores all of the compliments thrown his way, nods at the passing fans to fake politeness. The dancer had a long figure, he should be easy to spot. That beacon of golden locks - Jonghyun swallows, the fear of not finding this stranger sinking in. He shouldn't be so bothered, but he knows that if he doesn't find him, he won't be able to sleep for nights on end.
Just as his heart beat picks up again, panic setting in, Jonghyun spots him. He's dancing alone in the center of the dance floor, the crowd parted around him. It's like the rest of the clubbers know the man is nowhere near their league.
He dips, comes back up, and his ass is being hugged in all the right places by those tight, studded skinny jeans.
Jonghyun is lured in, forgets all rules of society that normally apply, and skips introductions or any other words before placing his hands on either one of the dancer's hips and begins to move in synch with him. Hazel eyes glance back at him and a soft pink smirk is all Jonghyun needs for reassurance. He forgets the music, mind absorbed in taking in this man. His body moves completely in time to the blond's.
The song dies down, changing to a techno beat, but it's almost like it's on mute as the man turns in Jonghyun's hold.
“I'm Taemin.”
The space is removed between them and it's the most natural position in the world, their bodes pressing and forming together as if that's how God had planned it.
“Your place or mine?”
Chimes of laughter ring from the blond just as he leans forward, catches Jonghyun's lips in his own.
“Baby, it doesn't matter.”
From: Your (Emergency) Secret Santa
Title: Tonight I'm Loving You
Pairing: Jonghyun/Taemin
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 520
Summary: Jonghyun is drawn in like a moth to a flame.
The club is alight with flickering strobe lights, giving the whole dance floor an ethereal appearance. Clambering down from the stage, adrenaline still pumping and a thin film of sweat coating his body, Jonghyun isn't exposed to the hypnotizing effects of the dance floor, shrouded in darkness in the hallway. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting after having the stage lights blaring in his face. His band mates pass, clap him on the back and congratulate each other for a performance well done.
Jonghyun laughs, returns the celebratory words, but he can't focus.
Blond hair swaying, lithe body rocking in perfect rhythm to the beat, and that seductive gaze. Jonghyun's eyelids flutter close, the image of the man playing back in his mind. He couldn't look away the whole set, drawing from that one man's energy to belt out each and every note with a new vigor, a whole new meaning. He wasn't singing for some faceless lover anymore, he was singing for him.
The latest pop tunes are bumping through the club's speakers now as Jonghyun pushes his way out of the hall and onto the dance floor.
He has to be here still.
Desperately searching, Jonghyun ignores all of the compliments thrown his way, nods at the passing fans to fake politeness. The dancer had a long figure, he should be easy to spot. That beacon of golden locks - Jonghyun swallows, the fear of not finding this stranger sinking in. He shouldn't be so bothered, but he knows that if he doesn't find him, he won't be able to sleep for nights on end.
Just as his heart beat picks up again, panic setting in, Jonghyun spots him. He's dancing alone in the center of the dance floor, the crowd parted around him. It's like the rest of the clubbers know the man is nowhere near their league.
He dips, comes back up, and his ass is being hugged in all the right places by those tight, studded skinny jeans.
Jonghyun is lured in, forgets all rules of society that normally apply, and skips introductions or any other words before placing his hands on either one of the dancer's hips and begins to move in synch with him. Hazel eyes glance back at him and a soft pink smirk is all Jonghyun needs for reassurance. He forgets the music, mind absorbed in taking in this man. His body moves completely in time to the blond's.
The song dies down, changing to a techno beat, but it's almost like it's on mute as the man turns in Jonghyun's hold.
“I'm Taemin.”
The space is removed between them and it's the most natural position in the world, their bodes pressing and forming together as if that's how God had planned it.
“Your place or mine?”
Chimes of laughter ring from the blond just as he leans forward, catches Jonghyun's lips in his own.
“Baby, it doesn't matter.”