⥽⥼ dance studio

Jongin stood alone in the spacious dance studio, the quiet hum of the fluorescent lights overhead the only sound as he prepared for another evening of relentless practice. His body felt the familiar weight of the space, the hardwood floor cool beneath his feet as he lingered, scrolling through his phone for the song he needed to perfect. It was a ballet piece, one that was meant to be a canvas for his own expression. He’d been given the challenge of making it his—interpreting it, molding it, until it became something uniquely his.

After a few moments of searching, he finally found the track, its title appearing in bold letters. With a swift motion, he connected his phone to the portable speaker resting near the wall, the speakers clicking to life with a soft burst of sound. As the first delicate notes of the violin began to drift through the room, Jongin closed his eyes for a brief second, letting the music sink into his bones. The cello joined in, deep and rich, a melodic wave that urged his body to move.

He took his first position, feet perfectly aligned, arms poised like an artist about to begin their masterpiece. The violins whispered through his limbs as if guiding him through a quiet sea, and Jongin allowed the music to guide his body into motion. Each delicate turn, every precise pirouette, flowed with the rhythm—yet his mind never stopped calculating, assessing what worked, what felt natural, and what fell short.

His dark eyes locked with his reflection in the mirror, watching himself carefully, critically. He adjusted his posture, pulling himself taller, softening the sharpness in his shoulders, and refining the angles of his movements. Every small gesture, from the sweep of his arm to the soft flex of his foot, needed to be immaculate. The mirror, with its unyielding truth, gave him no choice but to push further, refining each motion until it radiated grace, until it was both art and effort intertwined.

Jongin was alone, yes—but he was also completely immersed, lost in the delicate balance between technical perfection and emotional expression.

Santa? Or Santa like Santa Claus? *smiles teasingly then putting his dance practice bag down to shake your hand*
nice to meetca. Hoseok, 3rd year an’ one of the founders of the new and improved hip hop Tree dance team. Santa, ya look like you got some talent in ya. Have you tried out for any of the dance orgs yet?

*looks up when I hear a voice*
Oh, *smiles* thanks*
Um, yeah, I'm new here. I go by Santa, nice to meet you

[] if you have someone else in mind to rp with, feel free to ignore this : )

*huffs running to the practice room for dance then smiles clapping* nice moves man. Haven’t seen ya round, you new?

*walks in the studio and starts to dance*

https://youtube.com/shorts/rFBh5fCqK38?si=peHvJQSSa4iuVHuZ

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