Jin-Sang Connor (ex_verisimil201) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2009-03-11 12:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | dizzy, jin-sang |
Tuesday: 10/2/07
Who: Jin-Sang, OPEN
When: 8PM
Where: The Pool
What: An evening swim to relax
After his dinner had settled in, Jin-Sang left the apartment room he was staying in to head for the pool. He wasn't surprised to find it empty, though he wouldn't have been surprised to find students in it, either. Hell, he had gone swimming wrongly in the pools back at the university in Florida. There was no difference between himself several years ago and the students he taught now. Strangely, some of his students in dance or swimming were of equal age or older. Jin-Sang didn't find it weird or so much a bad thing, unless they disrespected him. Then they would have a problem. However, he being one of the "lax" types who was everyone's friend, he was sure there would be no issue.
Closing the door to the pool behind him, Jin-Sang moved further into the dark room. There were dim lights that were low-cost and always kept on. By that glow alone did he see, walking along the bleachers until he reached the one he felt most like putting his things at. Kicking off white and red Nike sneakers, peeling off white socks, the young professor leaned forward and pulled his shirt over his head in one go. It felt like some old ritual that had long been forgotten. Jin-Sang probably would not be swimming with his students, not when he knew a handful knew what they were doing. If he needed a demonstration he was sure he could just ask one of them. Xander, perhaps, who had boasted to being on the swim team before TJS as well. Good for him, JC was genuinely glad to hear there were students here who shared a common interest.
While he was a teacher, he was still a young man and sometimes a kid at heart. It was a lot harder than you'd think for him to say 'no' to his own generation. When they asked why they couldn't swim in the buff his only answer was "because it's the rules." Even he thought it wasn't a great excuse. Many had presented valid arguments against the fact, but in the end JC could only suppose he wouldn't want to swim naked with his students was because, well, they were his students. Forever after that he would be scarred by their nudity.
Having a vivid imagination sucked.
Wiggling out of his jeans and letting them lay in a heap on the tiled floor, Jin-Sang turned around and made a run for the pool edge. He was at the deep end, so when he sprung into the air for a dive he had nothing to fear. There would be no floor to hit, no people lingering in the water because he had taken a glance through the water on his way in. For the moment it was just him and the pool. A splash came after the Korean arced gracefully through the air, entered the water with practiced poise. The feeling of the cool water rushing his skin was so enjoyable. When he surfaced, hands pushing back his long dark hair and rubbing water from his face, he sighed and floated on his back.
Ahh.