I learned this choreography a year back.
Your eyes closed when you smiled.
I turned red.
You held out your hand, motioning for me to dance too.
You were moving gracefully to the song.
I wanted to watch instead of dance.
But,
I moved forward and began.
The room was dark and only the moon lit it up.
The only sounds were the music, and our shoes squeaking.
Our bodies moved the same.
Our hearts were beating at the same beat.
Our heads were both in the clouds.
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Body Language || PJM ✓
RomanceThere was obviously a language barrier between them. A gigantic obstacle. She was a foreigner and he was a local. But, there was one language they both understood. Body language. (A short Jimin story) [30-100 words per chapter]
