An uninvitation [open]

[jinkyung]

Feeling the walls for the master light switch, JinJin flipped on the first two switches of the five available. Slowly flickered on the master lights that rose over fifty feet above him, flooding the dark gymnasium with dim to normal light. That would be suiting for him, and just good enough. He could afford to dance in the dark, to avoid being caught, but what were they going to do? Plus, what professor was actually awake at 6:20 in the morning. Yes, he was there that early. It was very easy for him, he's always been an early bird, and when he was younger, when he attended underground clubs and such, he would have to be stimulated on one substance or another to stay awake instead of falling asleep like a little baby. In fact, sans stimulant, JJ would most likely end up falling asleep around ten at night. It was one of those 'cute' tendencies that his sister liked to point out at any given moment when he was living at home.

But now here he was, in his lonesome. He wore a loose one shoulder sweatshirt, large enough to fit two of him in it, but breathable enough for him to be able to move comfortably without working up too much of a sweat. He chose to wear nothing under it, not even a shirt, and although that would be a violation in gym class, he wasn't in class was he? In addition, he wore one of his favorite pair of -rather far too skinny- skinny jeans. They were a guilty pleasure of his, the faded noir jeans, starting to really wear in certain parts that would eventually turn into holes and threads and such, but for now, they were still his favorite pair and would wear them until they fell apart. He topped it off with a pair of Nike swooshes, great for what he intended on doing, and skid free too, so no angry gym teachers.

Press Play: Shinee: Obsession, Ring Ding Dong, Lucifer

He stretched his arms, cracked his neck and back, did some flips, and then put his headphones in, tucking his iPod into his pants pocket. Figuring how tight his pants were, there was a very little chance of the iPod falling out. And if it did, Father could always replace it within a day. Ah the benefits of money... He stuck it on his favorite playlist, specifically the same one that he and his sister used to dance to. If only he could imagine her here, he could dance along..that settled it. That's what he would do.

The music started off, instrumental and beats, and finally the lyrics kicked in. He closed his eyes, imagining his sister starting in on the intro, and after the count of eight, he too, began to twist and turn. He wasn't just a breakdancer. He had learned how to street dance too, just none of that pansy ballet shit that his sister liked (although she was much more of a modern dancer with influences of hip-hop.) That's what he did..hip-hop and breakdancing. And off he was, keeping his eyes shut most of the time, but making sure he wouldn't get too out of step to run into the folded up bleachers or anything of that sort.

The music was beginning to really pick up, and so was he. He went from pelvic thrusts to full out body movements, and when the first rap solo came around, he found it suitable to bust into a breakdancing. He would do whatever came to him first, whatever seemed most natural. For him, considering his current emotions, it could all get so crazy and insane that he might risk hurting himself, but that was all part of the dance. The pain would be part of it, it was part of his passion and his love for not only the art but the connections it held as well.

[Jared Park]

… Soomeul gotdo chatji mot.hae naneun piharyeogo aesseo.bwado
Geobu.jocha hal su eopneun negae gad.hyeobeorin na
Sarang.eeyeot.damyeon jungmal sarang.haetdeon geo.ramyeon
Naegae eereo.jineun mala
Her whisper is the Lucifer…

Jared jerked up from his sleep, suddenly standing up at the sound of his alarm. It’s quite unusual for him to wake up to his alarm, much less wake up this early in the morning, but then again, he’s not just waking up for the sake of waking up today. Today’s the day he’s going to convince JinJoo-hyung to train him, and he’s not going back until he agrees.

He slapped his head lightly on the right, as if forcing water out of his ears, just to keep himself awake. His body still asleep, the coldness of the weather outside not really helping in waking the young kid up, but his mind keeps on telling him that he must get up now. If anything, his ‘five-more-minute’ nap might turn into an hour or more of sleep, considering that it’s a Sunday and everything, and he’d lose this golden opportunity. No, he can’t let this pass by him, if he wants to continue improving in his art form that is.

After two minutes of staring blankly into the wall cross him, Jared finally stood up, grabbed the change of clothes he prepared the night before (a simple green t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants; it’s just a morning ‘workout’, no need to be all fashionista or anything) and went out of his room into the common bathroom. He washed himself for a bit, showering under a relatively warmer water temperature to awaken his body faster, then got out to get dressed. On the way out he grabbed his black duffel bag and his beloved Stitch hat, and after wearing a black jacket over his shirt, began his early morning trek to the gymnasium.

As expected, there weren’t a whole lot of people up already. He was actually surprised to see around two or three students, aimlessly walking about the grounds, turning their heads slightly as the giant blue ball that is Stitch decided to walk around their school. When he reached the gym doors, he slowly opened them, careful so as not to make any noise. He could hear the music coming from the inside, proof that indeed, JinJoo-hyung is now awake and dancing. The sound of rubber sneakers screeching through the polished floor and the relatively heavy breathing only proved his theory further.

As he slowly went inside the room, he couldn’t help but stare at the boy in awe. His jaw dropped absentmindedly, hypnotized by the complexity of the moves JinJoo was performing. The backflips, the baby-tucks, everything. It was powerful and graceful and polished. Jared could only dream of becoming like him. Only when the he heard the rapper’s voice (a signal that the song’s almost ending; the said boy band has a habit of putting the rap-lines near the end after all) did the young boy got swept back into reality, and after taking a much needed deep breath, decided to speak up.

“Hyung!” he shouted in a loud voice, waving his hands wildly in the air, “Morning hyung!” Since he’s now announced his presence to his idol, he began his rather excited walk towards the older guy, smiling wider and wider as the distance between them got shorter and shorter. “You are so awesome. Oh. My. Gosh. Please teach me. Please please please please please.” He gave JinJoo the cheesiest puppy pout he can muster, clasping his hands together and batting his eyelashes in rapid succession. Please.

[jinkyung]

In through the doors crept two shuffling feet, from what JJ could see from his viewpoint. He knew those shoes well, considering he spent half of his time looking down at the ground whilst walking through the halls. And of course, that set of feet had come to him, found him, once again. Before the kid even spoke, Jin knew what this would be about. But he didn't have time to stop the boy from talking, he had already started. Jin struck a final pose at the end of the song, and then went to push pause, plucking the headphones out of his ears.

Cocking his head and looking somewhat grumpy, he looked up at the boy he knew as Jared. From what JJ knew, they were the only two Korean kids here at Hammel, and for that reason, since Jin was quite pride of his nationality, it would be right for them to be friends. But for some reason or another, JinJoo had always been hesitant to share his dance moves with Jared. Maybe its because where he was from, and where he had learned his moves, people didn't 'share'. It was like sharing your guns with the enemy, practically. But how harmful could this kid be, really? Take for example, right now. Jared was looking much like a puppy with his smoldering eyes and little pout.

He returned with a hard, stern stare that lasted about ten seconds, and then finally, he said, "Fine. I'll teach you something. But only because you've tried so hard to bother me about it. And because you're a lot like me. You can't be that dangerous, could you?" He cracked a brief smile and looked around, searching for the key missing object. Upon not finding it, he said to Jared, "One problem. No stereo to plug this baby into." JJ raised his iPod into the air, and then shrugged. "Alright here's the deal. You go find me a radio of sorts that takes iPods, and I'll teach you something. Sound like a deal?"

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[Jared Park]

Indeed, shameful as it is to admit it, Jared has, over the past few days weeks months, tagged behind JinJoo as much as he can, becoming a bit too much at times that people commonly mistake him as the older boy’s stalker already. In his defense, it isn’t as much blind obsession as it is misguided enthusiasm that makes him continue on what he’s doing. Ever since he accidentally saw the boy moving to the beat, doing dangerous and powerful stunts Jared could only dream of accomplishing, he made it his goal to learn from the boy. He knew that if he ever wants to move forward and improve his skills in this particular art form, he needs to learn from JinJoo. And he’s not above using his cutesy antics and their racial similarity (with the sparse Asian population in Hammel, let alone their Korean ethnicity, it’s only natural that they stick together, right?) to his advantage.

Jared almost jumped for joy when he heard Jin’s sweet agreement. It’s the first definitive yes he’s heard from the older boy ever since he’s started stalking following him. This has got to mean he’s making progress. “Thank you so much JinJoo-hyung!” cheered the young boy, dropping his bag and suddenly hugging the other in the process. “I’ll try not to let you down. I’ve already began practicing some of your tricks, but I can’t seem to get the twists and pop-locks right,” he nodded. He wasn’t just wasting his time watching, of course. After carefully videotaping Jin’s every move (without the older boy’s knowledge, of course), he’d watch it a few times and try to do it himself. Unfortunately for him, he always misses something out, leading him to making quite the number of unfinished routines.

At the sound of Jin’s request, Jared’s smile just got even brighter. “Lucky for me I’ve prepared for this eventuality,” he chuckled, opening his bag and taking out a Panda-shaped iPod speaker. “It may look small, but I assure you, it’s got quite the punch.” Something Jared would like to think of himself someday, should he prove himself an expert at a particular field. He handed the iPod speaker to JinJoo and started stretching, sitting down and trying to touch his toes. He doesn’t know when Jin will teach him again, so he’d better make the most out of it.

“I’m ready Jin-hyung!” shouted the boy after a few minutes, quickly standing up and smiling widely at his elder. Hopefully that smile’s still there after he goes through Jin’s private tutoring.

[jinkyung]

The kid's excitement was making Jin amused. It was quite entertaining to see him get so excited about learning a few spins, turns, flips, etc. Guess that's what happens when you finally give someone what they want, what they've wanted for so long. JJ didn't really know what that felt like, as pathetic as that was. With his parents, if he wanted something, they'd either ignore him and focus on his sister, or they'd just hand it over, without him ever feeling that longing feeling. Inside, he wondered what that felt like. It must be like anxiety and then like getting a motorcycle or..a trip to Korea or something like that.

JJ figured that his request would mean the kid would have to go running and squealing off into another direction, but instead, he had exactly what they needed. Did he always walk around with a panda iPod player, or only when he went to go see JJ, for just in case moments? He really hoped it was the latter, because that thing was sorta... embarrassing. At least that's what JJ thought it would be if he himself were carrying that thing around at his age. Then again, Jared was a little younger than he was, if he remembered correctly. That give the kid some room for maturity, hopefully.

"Fine, put that thing down, and go do what you do while I go set this thing up with my iPod. I've got some music you may or may not recognize." He knelt down to try to configure the device and noticed from his peripherals that Jared was doing some hard-core stretching. Damn, the kid knew how to prepare himself, but it wasn't like JJ was a god at any form of dancing. In fact, he knew that Jared was a dancer as well, and wondered what kind of dance the kid liked. If he knew something, then he'd get a good feel for what would go with the kind of stuff he could teach him.

Popping a squat and sitting indian-style, he kept his iPod at the ready, on pause for now, giving him time to talk to Jared. "So, yo, Jared. Take a min and tell me what kind of dance you already know how to do. I know you're a dancer, but I've never seen you, sorry. Mind enlightening me?" At this, he gave the guy the choice to tell him, or to show him. He could turn on some music to show what he meant, and with that, he pressed the play button and Super Junior started up. It was time for Jared to impress JJ, instead of the other way around. It would be a first, but JJ was looking forward to this.

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[Jared Park]

Jin would be happy to know that indeed, Jared doesn’t have his Panda-speakers wherever he goes. As small as it is, it still takes quite the space in his bag, thus bringing it only on ‘special occasions’ – when he’s out relaxing in the grounds, practicing the new moves he’s seen in the internet and around school, or when he’s stalking JinJoo (he doesn’t really know why, but he just felt like it; seems it paid off in the end, didn’t it?). He should, however, be prepared to know that Jared isn’t planning on parting with the said item anytime soon. Not only is he totally captivated by how cute and handy the unique speakers are, they’re also a gift from his beloved older sister (hence it having quite the sentimental value). Unlike other guys, he doesn’t really mind being seen with things deemed too ‘cute’ and ‘girly’ for teenage boys; after years and years of being teased about his effeminate looks and posture, he’s grown immune from it. His siblings told him that he really can’t please anyone, so why bother? He’ll just be miserable if he even tries. As long as he’s not hurting anyone, go and pursue. Which explains his rather outrageous outfits from time to time, not to mention his big (and extremely noticeable) Stitch hat.

The young boy couldn’t help but feel a little nervous when he heard Jin speak. Normally he’d blame that to Jin’s natural charisma and ever-so-mysterious aura (which makes him blush uncontrollably, like an avid fan, whenever they talk so casually around school grounds), but somehow, this time it’s different. It’s more like a nagging feeling, that something, not really unpleasant but not really welcomed either, mind happen. And his elder’s final words did nothing to appease his worry either. “You’re not going to make me do what I think you are, right?”

But then the music started. Too late now. While he’s confident of his dancing skills, doing it in front of Jin somehow made him…less confident. Awkward, if anything. “I’m not sure if I ca–” The look on the older boy’s face somehow told him that if he doesn’t do this, it’s all over. Guess he really needs to show Jin his stuff after all.

Super Junior’s Bonamana. Nice. He took a deep breath, hoping it’ll help wash away the jitters he’s feeling, then smiled. “Do I have to dance according to the choreography, or do my own?” He briefly remembered the time when the said song was just released and his sister, a huge SuJu fan, bugged him to no end, telling him to learn the dance so that he could teach her how. It took him about a week of repeatedly watching the group’s performance for him to get it (it was summer after all), but it was satisfying, at least for him. Unfortunately, his sister never got off the chorus of the said song.

Deciding it was better to let lose than dance according to the original song, he started with a playful body wave, then did a series of powerful (at least to him) pop-and-locking, a crotch grab and a hair flip to top it all off. Then he heard SNSD’s Genie[/url] come next. He was tired yes, but he simply couldn’t let his favorite song slide without dancing to it. This time, he stayed true[/url] to the original choreography[/url].

“That good enough JinJoo-hyung?” he asked as he flopped down on the floor, tired and a little too sweaty, “Didn’t know you were into Korean music though. Can you understand them? I can only make out some of the words; I wasn’t really taught Korean growing up.”[/font]


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Sorry it was late. >.> And I do hope you don't mind me making Jared dance to two songs. I just have quite the number of gifs and I so want to use them. Sankyoo Bels. :3.XD
- Jam

[jinkyung]

The poor kid seemed a bit shaken when JinJoo asked him to perfrom on the spot, right in front of him, but it seemed like all of those worries disappeared once the music started and he really started to get into it. It was cool to see the new moves that weren't related to the song, at least for _미인아_뮤직비디오 (Bonamana). Improvisation was always a good thing, especially in the arts. Being able to change things that weren't written in stone to make them flow nicely and right with the music was probably the most important process of all, aside from having fun doing it, which Jared didn't seem to have much trouble with either. Good for him. JJ almost even cracked a smile toward the kid's hard efforts, but managed to suppress it as the songs played on.

Next on the playlist was Genie, a song by So Nyuh Shi Dae, better known as SNSD for short. It was a different tempo, but Jared didn't show much difficulty, again, with improvising and changing his body motions to the appropriate tempo. JJ was nodding slightly, hardly noticing it, and tapping his foot on the floor to the beat, but ever so lightly, so it didn't seem like he was drilling him at all. That was the last thing the kid needed, at least for now. The hair flips, twirls, stomps and all that jazz, it was fitting perfectly in to the songs. They were a bit more flamboyant than JJ usually opted for, but they worked, that's what was important. After all, SNSD was a girl band, so maybe the guy wasn't that far off. In honesty, he'd never seen the dance of the song, but he took Jared's word for it that he knew what he was doing, at least it looked that way.

At the final beat of the song, Jared did his final move, and when the music droned out, JJ turned down the volume a bit, as he watched the boy plop down, breathing heavily and sweating ever so slightly. Good, it meant he was really making an effort, and that's how it should be every time, every single time. He was looking over the kid, up and down. Well his body shape and size were appropriate for a dancer, so it wasn't like he needed training in that aspect. He'd keep with his improv curriculum that he was still formulating in his head. But Jared stopped him in his tracks and asked him casually about his interest and knowledge of Kpop, and in the Korean language altogether. It was interesting to JJ that Jared mentioned he really hadn't been brought up Korean at all, or at least didn't learn the Korean language in his home. This startled JJ to a point, figuring that especially since they were from the same nationality, that he too, must know Korean. It was a damn shame that the guy hadn't been brought up in it, because now that he was fluent in English, and passed the age of eight (this age is when brain functioning slows in language learning and comprehension, which means that yes, a child will learn Korean as quickly as they will learn English or Arabic or Swahili, up until the age of eight), it would be increasingly difficult for him to master the languages. After all, Korean was up there with Chinese, Japanese, and Arabic as the world's most difficult languages. Perhaps he'd have to start teaching the boy this as well. After all, he was very proud of his nationality, although not necessarily his mother or father's part in it. The Korean language must be kept strong! With only 78 million people speaking it, about half of that of Chinese speakers, language preservation was very important. But enough on that for now, he'd work out teaching the kid one thing at a time.

"Yeah, I'm quite familiar with certain bands that I like, or that fits my dancing style, which is most of them. SHINee, SuJu, B2ST, you know those I'm sure, since you're the one who asked." Nonchalantly, JinJoo brushed off his shoe and patted down his hair, continuing, "As for your Korean, I suppose you should know a bit, yeah? We can work on that later. Right now, we're going to do what you came here for, so without much further adieu, let's begin. I'm glad you've warmed up." With that, he got up, stripped off his shirt and threw it down near his bag, turned up the volume on the song, and started up the next song. It was definitely one of his favorites. SuJu's Sorry Sorry started out with a simple beat. "Alright, hopefully you've seen this video before. Do you know the dance moves to it yet? They're actually quite easy to grasp with some easy reminders as to what to do. If you know it already, I can skip and move on to something you don't yet know. So what is it?"

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[Jared Park]

While the combination of his shyness and general feeling of unworthiness about performing in front of his ever-so-talented hyung made his start a shaky and a little too awkward (to say the least), as Jared started to simply focus less on worrying and more on enjoying it, when he started drowning out everything save for the music, he found the whole improvisation issue of his performance a whole lot easier. His moves became more graceful, his strokes more fluid, his posture more powerful, and his aura more charismatic. Which, considering that he’s more of a bubbly kid than anything, is a stretch really. Then again, he didn’t come here to lull in his comfort zone, did he? No, he approached Jin to learn and learning means leaving what he’s used to, so maybe this is Jin’s already teaching him something? Possibly? Maybe? Hopefully.

The rather taxing ordeal he went through with Bonamana is actually the bigger reason why he decided to still dance to Genie despite feeling a little too tired already. Aside from being one of his favorites, he figures the relatively lighter tone of the song would be a perfect way to cool down. He does know that the general cutesy tone, playful melody and (extremely) flamboyant dance steps of the song doesn’t sit well with Jin (as the boy was more of a powerful dancer than anything really), so he does hope that him doing such a dance wouldn’t tick Jin off. ‘Cause the last thing he wants is to disappoint his soon-to-be mentor really.

What made his task about not pissing Jin off with his dancing harder, however, was the fact that the guy seems to have perfect control of his facial expressions. He tried to steal glances of Jin whenever he can (more during Genie than Bonamana really, as stated above), the he’s always had this half-amused, half-straight face on him. Jared can’t quite explain it, but it does make him a little bit uneasy. “Did I do something wrong?” he asked in between his pants, still awkwardly sprawled on the ground, trying to catch his breath. If he’d hear about how Jin, through his own ways, complemented him however, Jared would probably turn so red and jump for joy. It would truly make his day. But alas, with Jin being the master of being so darn unreadable, Jared could only guess that his dance was rather mediocre in his eyes.

He briefly took off his enormous Stitch hat as he found himself sweating rather wildly after his impromptu performance. He was also about to slip out of his shirt, as he found the whole shirt-sticking-to-his-skin-due-to-sweat rather uncomfortable, but stopped midway as he remembered how built Jin is compared to his own (he does have a white wife beater under his shirt, but still). He never really got insecure about his body around other people, but around his hyung (who he views as the perfect guy he wants to be like when he grows up really) all of his insecurities surface. His dancing skill, his looks, his attitude – everything. Not to mention his inferiority complex about his powers.

“SHINee is awesome, just saying,” he giggled like a true fanboy, happy that not only does Jin share his passion for dancing, he also has knowledge of kpop. What could Jared ask more of really? Back in Canada, though his school was predominantly Asian with a relatively significant Korean population, only a few of them actually listened to kpop. Which, in Jared’s eyes, is quite depressing really. “N’aww. I only know enough to go by,” shyly replied the boy, “I mean, I don’t even call my brother and sister hyung and noona. My parents, and grandparents, never really forced it on us, despite growing up in Korea and all that.” Unlike Jin, Jared was born in foreign land already, and he hasn’t had the chance to step into Korean soil yet. “You’ll teach me how to speak then? Awesome!”

Jin stripping his shirt only made Jared more reluctant to take his off more. He’s only a year older but he’s packing a whole lot more than him. He’d look like a giant toothpick beside him. So embarrassing. He did perk up a bit at his hyung’s song choice. “Sorry Sorry!” he shouted excitedly. It would be blasphemy if he had no idea about that really; it was undoubtedly Super Junior’s best song to date, which makes his sister squeal for joy every time she hears it. She does fail on the steps though, no matter how simple they may be. “I already know the dance. My sister forced me to learn it.” After all, it was always Jeraiah who got him into fanboying about all these stuff. He briefly showed the appropriate dance move that goes along with the verse to show Jin that he really knows his stuff. “Anything would be good really.” He wanted to say that he wants to move on, but he doesn’t really want to push it. At least not yet.

[jinkyung]

Pleased to hear that Jared did know this song, undoubtedly the best song by SHINee in his mind, he skipped another to another track. Hmm..B2ST was playing next, their song, Breath. Skimming his mind, JinJoo could re-imagine their dance moves, and although there were six of them to make the dance have a higher 'wow' factor, JJ knew that he could change it for just the two of them, or at least just him to show Jared. They weren't that difficult compared to some of their other songs, and really went with the melody instead of just looking kick-ass. He turned inquisitively over to Jared, asking if he was familiar with this as well, "Hey J, know this one too?" Hopefully he didn't, but maybe it was good that he did know all of these dance moves, or at least the songs. His familiarity with the music would make it a lot easier to relate with, and, as JinJoo was hoping, he would pick up on it easier.

To be frank, JJ knew he was good, granted, but it only took lots of time and dedication to get where he was. It wasn't like he was the best in the world, but because of living the 'high life' at home, and choosing to learn to dance with his sister instead of learn how to play tennis or croquet or all that other crap that prissy men were supposed to learn, at least according to his father (although Father would never use the word 'prissy' to describe a male), then anyone could achieve what he achieves. JJ doesn't gossip much, and although people figure that he's a crazy bad boy, he really doesn't get out all that much and try to live up to that claim. Honestly, he's pretty quiet around Hammel for a reason; he doesn't want to get involved with everyone. The drama and gossip might bring him down and distract him, so instead he opts for as little connection to the school as possible, despite how detrimental that could be on his future ambitions and endeavors. The choice of not forcing someone to be his friend, or not making friends on campus because people are impressed with wealth and power and forget that there still is a person that they should value before any of that is his choice. He's been 'friends' with people by choice, and then only realized they were looking for anything but friendship; money, references, connections with higher powers, etc. It got so annoying that JJ wrote it off forever.

But now, it seemed, he was more respected than sought after. People at here, both students and professors respected him and his own choice in lifestyle. They knew nothing about his shady past, and he'd prefer to keep it that way if at all possible. Of course, if something leaked out, he would not take his father's approach on it and try to seal lips and blind eyes with money and bribery, no, he had no interest in being like his father in any way, shape, or form. The man was a liar and a hypocrite, who seems to have forgotten his native ways. Despite the fact that JJ and his sister Hyo were not born in Korea, and his parents indeed were, Jin believes that he, at least, is much more Korean than they are acting. They fit the rich, blue-blood American personalities quite well, but seem to have lost track with where they're from. For JJ, he will never forget his nationality. And even by dancing like he does, and teaching others to dance in this form is, in his own way of thinking, supporting the kpop lifestyle, as R&B as it is. Its still Korean Pop, and its based on his culture.

He swung his arms around and cracked his neck, knuckles, and back. "Okay, even if we do both know it, we can at least warm up with something else. You ready?" JJ didn't wait for a response, and started up, standing straight. "Just follow if you can. If you need help, I'll give instruction." He wanted to teach the kid one of the most popular moves in pop...or basically in any form of dance whatsoever. The Body Roll. That's right, it was sensual, and showed a lot of control. It was like doing the wave, but instead of with your arms, it was with your abs. Lets see if he could follow.

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[Jared Park]

J. That’s something new. Seems JinJoo-hyung has a nickname for him already. So awesome! He told himself. Could it be that JinJoo-hyung has been observing him all this time, and has already grown fond of him, that he’s just trying so hard not to let Jared know that? After all, you don’t give such catchy nicknames to just anyone, right? With all such thoughts overwhelming the little boy, he couldn’t stop himself from grinning widely, albeit a little too creepy than cute really. JinJoo’s mere approval of him teaching Jared some moves, of the boy being able to dance alongside his idol, was enough to make the young boy euphoric, so you can just imagine the glee he’s feeling when the recluse dancer gave the ever-enthusiastic boy a nickname. It was just heaven for the boy.

So high with the clouds his head was that he almost missed JinJoo’s question. If it wasn’t for the music (or the change in it rather), he would’ve been staring at the ceiling blankly all day. “Uh, yeah. B2ST’s Soom right?” Hopefully he still knows his recent releases right. It would be a shame to mix it up with others, especially when it was just released (and promoted) around October or November of last year. “So we’ll do this one instead of Sorry Sorry? Sweet!” Though he must admit, he’s feeling a bit apprehensive tackling this one. Not only are BEAST’s moves a little harder than Super Junior’s was (not that it degrades the other or something), as the latter half of the year was dominated by a number of releases, he really didn’t get that much time to master the moves of the dance (and yes, Jared does try to know every dance there is – he’s just that much of a fan) as much as he did with Sorry Sorry. Hopefully he won’t flail much around Hyung. He took a quick glance to see what JinJoo is doing, listened to where the song is already, and when it came to the change in singers (which meant a change in choreography, or so he thinks), he started moving along with him. Hopefully that’ll do.

Indeed, when Jared first saw JinJoo, he was scared of him. Intimidated even. He just has this strong presence around him that you really can’t help but feel terrified, even if he doesn’t do a thing. It really didn’t help that most of his upperclassmen friends were telling not-so-nice rumors about JinJoo when he asked them who he was. Despite their stories contradicting one another most of the time, it painted a not-so-nice portrait of who JinJoo was to the younger boy (which, he figured when he started stalking and knowing the guy, is brought about by such ignorance; a sad thing really). He was actually quite reluctant to start stalking the older boy, with all such stories surrounding him. But there’s just something with the way he dances that draws Jared in, making him come back to stalk the older boy twice, thrice, four times, until it became an (unhealthy) habit.
(A failure as a stalker however, was that Jared didn’t have the chance, or didn’t even have the idea, to look into JinJoo’s background. He was concerned not so much on who he was, but on his prowess on the dance floor. As long as Jin would teach him how to do those moves that he did, and he doesn’t really treat Jared too harshly, the young boy could care less about his heritage. It’s really not Jared’s way to fuss about something so menial after all.)

“I’ll need a whole lot of help. Probably,” he smiled shyly. True to his fanboy mindset, he almost squealed for joy when JinJoo cracked his joints. It wasn’t really amazing to say the least, but seeing as Jared’s a huge fan here, it really can’t be helped. If it weren’t for the boy’s lack of romantic attraction to almost anyone (he’s more asexual than straight really), one could say he’s ‘going gay’ for JinJoo already. He loosened up his joints a bit too (though none of that awesome cracking was heard; just proof that Jin was way out of the boy’s league) then asked, “Would you be teaching me how to do those awesome flips that you do? Or something else?”

Body rolls, here we go!


ooc:
Sorry for holding you up Bels. >.>
- Jam

[jinkyung]

As the music played on and they both warmed up, JinJoo was trying out some body rolls, but after hearing Jared's question, he thought that maybe he'd show him what he came for before he just started on something else. Even though J never showed them in the dance moves he 'auditioned' to, he might actually know what he was doing in that line of dance moves already. No use in beating a dead horse (although he would never beat an animal, ever. That just wasn't right.) But no questions needed to be asked, he stopped mid-body roll, and glanced over at J. He sure looked excited, either way. Like a little kid being able to see the president or getting to go to an amusement, something like that. It half-amused JJ, but he made sure not to get too carried away with all the adoration. It was nice to see some positive attitudes towards him for a change.

Usually people sneered at him or cowered in his presence. Somehow, keeping to your own business and not socializing with too many others while still keeping your head high and maintaining a suitable confidence level scared the shit out of people. It was that or they hated you because they couldn't create any gossip about you. Still, it only added to the amusement that JJ was enjoying.

But now to teaching Jared. The kid wanted to learn flips, and that's what he would get. JJ was probably so lenient with the guy because he knew for a fact that Jared had yet to start any of those rumors, nor did he give him a hard time, aside from bugging him and following him around all the time. That was better than the latter of the school, and for that, JJ would respect him and help him out. "Alright, if that's what you want to learn, I'll go do that. But be prepared to fall on your bum or head." He let the music play on, although it was only background music at this point. It would help him keep timing if he needed it.

"What you need to do is think about where you're going before you go there, otherwise you'll probably be jumping up in odd directions." He shut his eyes and opened his mind to where he would be going. He could feel each active muscle going exactly where he wanted it, and imagined himself landing perfectly, legs crouched, knees bent, flat on his feet, and then standing up straight. Figuring it would be best to tell Jared, he did so, and told him to, "Imagine yourself making the jump and try to get it down to the specifics. Where are you going to land? How high will you jump? Where will your head be, your legs, your arms, everything? Figure that one out first, and then when you're ready, go ahead and show me what you got." After finishing that sentence, he went ahead and performed a back flip, steeply breathing in before he let off and then exhaling when he landed. It wasn't the smoothest he had ever done, but it was alright. He'd be more than happy to see Jared do better than he did.

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[Jared Park]

When JinJoo started doing body rolls, Jared tried to imitate the older boy and do some to. While it isn’t that hard really (he was, after all, familiar with the move, having tried it a couple of times before), what the young kid found really irritating is the fact that he couldn’t get the same awe and amusement he felt when he saw his Hyung do it with his own. “I fail,” he chuckled weakly, trying to laugh off his pathetic excuse for a body roll. He just hopes Jin wouldn’t punish him (or worse, simply leave him be, deem him not worthy of his time) for failing such a relatively easy technique to move. He just can’t help it really. Whenever JinJoo does it[/url], he seemingly transcends himself and exceeds a sexy, charismatic and powerful aura. When Jared tries it out though, the young boy could only see a lanky boy trying to do something with much power that he becomes a lot more awkward than he already is. It may be the fact that Jin has the body to make it all seem sensual, or he has a whole lot of experience to back him up, Jared doesn’t know. The only thing he’s certain right now, is that he needs a ton of work if he ever wants to complete this one.

Indeed, Jared was intimidated by JinJoo’s presence when he first saw him. There’s just something about him that, despite Jared wanting not to judge, ‘smelled’ trouble (and Elaine had no influence with that notion whatsoever). It didn’t help that most of the people around them started spreading rumors about him within a few days either. Deny it as he wants, but he did get swayed by it during the first few days, before he started stalking the boy. It was during his stalking that he thought that perhaps, the older boy wasn’t really a monster as the talk around school paints him to be. That he’s just a misunderstood kid, who’s got enough self-esteem to not let himself be bothered by such words behind his back. Looking at it from that perspective, Jared couldn’t help but be amazed by JinJoo even more.

“Really? I mean, if you had anything in mind, I think I can…” Jared trailed off, almost jumping for joy at the thought but quickly catching himself and resuming his shy and awkward stance. He wasn’t really thinking about learning about flips this early in their tutorial, but hey, stunts are the things he thinks he’s lacking in when it comes to dancing (hiphop, at least), so such an offer is really a treat. “Falling on my bum or head. Let’s just hope I fall down on my bum then,” he added weakly, definitely not looking forward to such injuries (despite knowing it’s inevitable).

Truth be told, it all seemed like rocket science when JinJoo first explained the steps. Jared isn’t really much of a verbal learner as he was a visual one, so Jin did the right thing by showing the boy a near-perfect back flip. “Ahh. I see. Visualize.” He tried to imagine flinging himself from the floor and twisting in midair, then landing down with his feet flat on the wall. It’s not that hard, he told himself. He tried to imitate Jin’s initial position then asked shyly, “Am I doing this right Hyung?”

Taking a deep breath in, Jared flung himself into the air, trying to remember where he told said he’d make his feet land. For a while, it was good, the boy’s confidence swelling as he felt himself being able to complete the flip. But then, for a split second, Jared felt himself tense for a bit, throwing the curve that his back made off, flinging him out of control. He then fell flat on the floor, chin badly hit and all that. His lower lips looked a little bruised, his vision a bit hazy and his hands clammy, but at least he didn’t bleed. “S-sorry Hyung,” he said weakly, trying to roll on the side and make himself stand to try again.[/font]

[jinkyung]

So he didn't exactly make it his first time. So what? From what it looked like, an apology was enough to suffice, as long as he wasn't going to quit. "Try it again Jared. Don't apologize to me, this is about self-control. Focus on you, everything about yourself. When you're ready..." JJ stood firm in place about ten feet away from Jared, waiting for him to prepare his body once more, to focus on each and every thing he was going to do, and to finally go forth with the actions. Jin was focused on analyzing every sign Jared was giving off, whether the boy realized it or not. If he could analyze where the boy was going wrong, perhaps he could be of more assistance to him.

"Practice makes perfect. I'm sure you remember how I did it, and how I described for you to do it. Now break it all down again, every little step, more than you did before. Focus especially on the final outcome, as that's where you messed up before. See yourself going through the motions, each and every bit, and then start again. I'm not going to kick you out, no, in case that's what you were wondering. You came on your own accord and may leave in like fashion. When you feel like giving up, leave. But if not, then show me what you've got." He set a firm stare on Jared, trying to see how the boy would react. With all luck, he'd stay, and get something out of it, but then again, it was the boy's decision in the end anyways. Now what would he choose?

[Jared Park]

Who would’ve thought that JinJoo would be this tough? Granted he exudes a rather aloof and tough aura, much like a lone wolf or something similar, and Jared’s seen his ‘bad-ass-ery’ in action a number of times, but he never, in his wildest dreams, would’ve imagined a scenario similar to this. He knew JinJoo didn’t mean any harm with his words, but to the young boy who almost broke his chin with such a stunt, they seemed a bit too harsh (then again, Jared’s naturally soft by nature, so it’s not entirely JinJoo’s fault). The young boy could actually feel a couple of teardrops threatening to flow down his cheeks, and he couldn’t discern if such show of emotions stem from his recent failure, or the cuts made by his hyung’s words. He did try to toughen up though, biting his lower lip slightly as he scrambled to get back on his feet, breathing in deeply to calm himself in the process.

Maybe I got a bit too excited? the young boy thought as he finally found the strength to kneel, his dizziness and vertigo slowly fading, Or maybe the skill level difference between me and JinJoo-hyung is just that great that, well, I’d have to work on my own a bit more before I could do stuff like him. His musing went on for a while as he dusted himself and stretched, comforting himself that JinJoo’s not angry with him – disappointed maybe, but not angry – and he should be thankful that the boy didn’t just leave him there. Forcing a smile on his face, he said, “Nope, I’m not leaving. Not yet at least.” The pain after all, he reasoned, is part of the learning process.

He tried catapulting himself a couple more times, and as it was, he’s failed more often than not. He did, however, learn how to shield himself properly the next five or so times, and his bruised lip isn’t that battered anymore. Seems people can really learn from failure after all.

And finally, at long last, Jared successfully completed a back flip. To his surprise, the less he thought about what his body’s going to do, the more he let his instincts guide him, the more successful his stunt was. A huge smile was plastered on his face as his feet touched the ground, and instinctively he ran over to JinJoo, jumping for joy like a madman. “I did it hyung! I finally did it!” he shouted as he hugged the older boy, “Thanks a whole lot!”

Suddenly he doesn’t feel all weathered and battered anymore.

[jinkyung]

A smile crept to JJ's face as Jared's resolved increased after hearing what he had to say, and instead of giving up, he chose to stay and perfect his imperfections with the back flip. JJ wasn't trying to be too hard on the kid, but evidently he'd come across that way. It was just that he was, in general, pretty hard-core about his passions, and breakdancing in particular. It was just part of his personality, and most likely, just another part that the majority of people at Hammel didn't really warm up to. They were all so squishy and mushy and blabbering all the time, well, most of them, that is. He knew that they didn't take kindly to him and his personality, but did they ever consider how he took on to their own personalities? For some reason, JJ could guess not.

But look at Jared. He'd made it, and had done what he had come here to do. He'd ignored all the bias and opinions that other people had made about him, and perhaps some of the ones that Jared himself about JJ, and had come to meet him and seek for his assistance. It was something, a stepping stone in many ways, a symbiotic one that benefited both of them. Maybe this would show Jared -and others if word got out- that JJ wasn't this horribly moody person all the time. Maybe it wouldn't and all of these dreamed up ideas were for naught, but still, he fancied the prospective ideas.

"Well done, Jared, well done. You learn considerably fast compared to many people I know, including myself." He nodded at him and flashed a lingering smile. JJ got up onto his feet and walked on over near to his counterpart. "Is there anything else you'd like to learn?" He seemed to be picking up on things relatively quickly, which showed positively to his previous dance experience. It wouldn't hurt him to learn more, but it was up to the boy; JJ would teach him what he could.