>>lost<< Yoonmin

XXXVI

"I dance."
Jimin grumbles shyly, sweeping his foot through a puddle.
"That's awesome."
I hum with approval, trying to keep the excitement from my voice. I glance around, my eyes falling upon a cute little cafe across the street. I nod to myself and grab his hand, hurrying across the street with Jimin in tow. We reach the other side, the sidewalks mostly empty.
"Do you have a favorite routine?"
I interrogate, watching the way he rubs his hands together nervously.
"Um, ya."
He mutters and I smile encouragingly.
"Could you run through it? Give me a feel for the moves and let you warm up. Then maybe I can get pictures while you do it?"
I continue gently, smiling at him. He nods slowly, closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He turns his back to me, analyzes the area he has in front of the cafe doors on the wide sidewalk, and seems to take into account the few tables scattered about. He positions himself and sighs, turning to me and runs loosely through his dance. It's hard to remember to study and put his moves to memory rather than just watch and be amazed. Jimin moves smoothly through each move, conveying such emotion with each small step and move of his arms. My eyes roam his body, taking in each liquid motion. After he is finished, he gazes at me, panting a bit. I return his gaze, absolutely dumbfounded.
Why would he be nervous to show such a skill? And how does dance make this man even more attractive.
He clears his throat, dragging me from my thoughts.
"Good?"
He asks timidly and I nod eagerly, smiling.
"So good! And I have ideas!"
He nods and listens to my few suggestion before turning his back to me and moving into position. I nod to myself and move to the left and take a few steps back, focusing my lens from an angle.
"Go ahead."
I urge as I crouch down, finding an angle that captures what I am going for. He moves smoothly through his first few moves, eyes trained intently forward. I focus on him, holding my breath as the first pose comes up. He turns to the side, facing me, and lifts both hands to his heart, elbows pointed neatly out. His face tilts to the sky, his eyes trained on the rain that falls and rolls down his body. I take a few pictures, grateful that he remembered to pause in this position for a moment. Jimin continues through his moves and I scurry back to be directly in front of him, but quite far back, I position myself as he continues running through the choreography and ready myself for when the next opportunity arises. I tilt my camera to take a portrait style photo and focus as he runs through the move.
I click and hold, snapping the shutter multiple times as he kicks to the right, kicking low so a stream of water follows his movement. I smile happily, capturing a few more photos as he runs through, but in my opinion, none better than the first two. After he has finished we sit under an umbrella at a cafe table and I flip through the pictures with him peering over my shoulder.