Rhythm 「Jay Park Smut 」「AMBW」

Chapter 3

How exactly did you get here?

Jay was playing your first joint track with ChaCha loud and clear on the speakers of the 5th floor miscellaneous studio.  You didn't know what else to call the space.  It was a huge undefined space, but Jay clearly understood how to use it as his work station.  The aquatic beat was flowing through your ears and your foot started to tap awkwardly.  Jay had gone to the bar and pulled out some wine coolers.  He must have these stocked for women and female dancers. 

As if it were back in your college days, you were really going to be drinking at 2pm, ironically. 

"Loosen up!" He said as he handed you the drink.  He took swigs fromm his own as he headed towards the dance area with the wall of mirrors.   You watched as he began to move his body, freestyling to the music, letting the creativity take control.  He dance freely.  And you thought to yourself that he must really like the track.  They way his body moved, it was as if he was made of water.  You knew that to achieve this level of skill you had to be a dancer for quite some time. 

He continued to move as you continued to sip your drink and slowly but surely were filled with emotion.  Watching him dance, you remembered why you were so sure that this was the company that you wanted to work for.  He began to sweat as he got more and more into it.  His sharp turns made his loose shirt lift up, exposing his firm back and abdominal muscles.  Just like that your body let you know that as much as you were attracted to his work ethic and enthusiasm for his craft, you were also attracted to his body.

Maybe it was the alcohol but you could feel the heat rising to your face.  Suddenly he stopped his dancing and turned to look at you, impish smile plastered on his face.

"I don't think I can help you write, Mr.....Jay."

"Just Jay."  He corrected again.  "And that's okay.  I know you are magic.  I'm just hoping some of it rubs off on me."

Your mind instantly went to what else you could be rubbing on him but those thoughts cleared out fast.  This was work and the only reason your hormones decided to shift was because you have a soft spot for dancers.

The track restarted and you found yourself moving along too.  In an instant jay was beside you.  "Move with me.  I'm working on the dance moves."

You raised a brow at him.  "Before you work out the lyrics?"

He took your hand and pulled you over to in front of the mirrors with him.  He began a simple two step and your body copied his movements.  "The music is the most important.  The words will flow out after.  I need to feel the music first."

You nodded in agreement, following his easy footwork after seeing him do it once.  You had gotten into many a argument with friends.  They would argue that a lot of the songs you listened to were not good because the lyrics were lacking.  But your thought was that music was music first, and poetry second.  Words with no music was prose.  Music with no words was still music.  To tap dance the song didn't need words, and somehow based the key and the pace the listener knew what to feel. 

"So baby girl, tell me what you are feeling."  He had gotten closer.  His eyes were telling you to lead.  Your hands went to your touch your neck as your hips began to roll.

"The song is fun."  You pivoted on your feet, spinning in place.  "It's carefree."  You could feel his eyes on you as you continued to roll.  "Casual, and yet sexy"  Your breath was coming out more labored, clearly it had been a minute since you danced but your muscle memory was still strong. 

He came up behind you, hands on your waist and began to move his hips with yours.  You both moved as one and you could feel his breath on your ear.

"Exactly, baby girl." 

And with that you froze.  This was getting out of hand.  All it took was some dancing and you had let him get this close.  You wanted to be taken seriously as a creative, not just here to fool around.  So you escaped from his grip.

He grabed your hand and spun you back around.  The dancer in both of you made this moment more graceful than intended.  "What's wrong?"

"What do you mean?"  You tilted your head to the side innocently.  You don't want him to know that you were uneasy about this.

"The magic was happening. Why did you pull away."  His eyes were neutral with a hint of mischief behind it.

"I don't think that was getting any creative juices flowing," you say as the track once again restarted.   He smiled and let go of your hand. 

"Fair point, fair point. How about I show you the moves I was working on and we perfect them together.  Is that okay?" He stuck out his hand, a truce of some sort. So you take it and once again he shows you some steps.

The hard stops his body made were something that you needed to get used to but soon you caught on and were ending moves just as crisp as he was. Some of his steps seemed to move with an artificial swagger.  The kind that came from years of dancing without years of experience.  And you correct him. "A milly rock doesn't have to be so 'technical' just feel it."

And slowly you two got closer.  The space between you two shrinking the longer you danced.  But the dancing was getting better with each minute.

Hours had passed quickly.  You were both covered in sweat and tired but determined.  Some moves had been added, other had been dropped.  Together you both dipped and turned, hips moved, fingers pointed.  You two were an efficiency machine, the chemistry only making the process move faster.  It was the magic he was talking about.

Anytime his body was near, your body was acutely aware.  There was heat radiating off of him and you body began to crave it.  There were moves that placed you closer to each other, but you both agreed that the song was more playful than sexy. 

The sun began to set and the light from the wall length windows began to illuminate the room in a shade of coral. 

You and jay both lay on the floor, breathing heavy and laughing.  "I knew I could get some of that magic out of you, today." 

You turned to face him, smiling brightly.  The sight of you in the golden light of the sunset took his breath away.  At that moment, covered in sweat and exhausted beyond belief, you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. "Thank you for giving me this opportunity....Jay."

A smile crept its way across his face.  You were finally comfortable with him.  He rolled over playfully, taking advantage of your lowered guard.  His arm was against yours, and you both laid on the floor, staring at the changing colors of the ceiling.  "I really appreciate working here.  I feel like I get to use my talents.  Everyone is always working so hard and mastering their craft.  It's no wonder this place puts out such amazing results."

Jay smiled to himself.  He took pride in his company and hearing praise from your lips made him want to kiss them as to lure more praises out of them.  So that was what he did.  He sat up and rolled over, resting some but not all of his body weight on top of you.  He lowered down pressing his lips to yours, a peck, and you felt the spark just as much as he did.

He pulled back and rested his forehead on yours, holding eye contact.  "There's that magic."