They say some people speak—
and some people move.
Jaein “Jin” Ahn is the kind you don’t notice at first.
He lingers at the edges — headphones on, sleeves pulled over his hands, gaze somewhere far beyond the room. Quiet. Distant. Almost forgettable.
Until he moves.
Because when Jin dances, it feels like he’s telling you something he’ll never say out loud. Every step is deliberate. Every motion soft, almost haunting — like a secret slipping through the cracks. He doesn’t perform for attention. He performs because it’s the only way he knows how to exist fully. Words have always failed him. Dance never does.
Offstage, he drifts.
A freelance contemporary dancer when the world allows it. A museum assistant when it doesn’t. A ghost passing through jobs, through places, through people—never quite staying long enough to belong anywhere. The museum is the closest thing he has to stillness, though even there, he only understands pieces. Feelings. Fragments. Never the whole picture.
Maybe that’s why he lingers.
Jin feels everything too deeply but you wouldn’t know it unless you caught one of those rare moments. The way he pauses too long in front of a painting. The way his fingers hover over textures like he’s memorizing them. The quiet, almost childlike smile when something beautiful catches him off guard. He’s not cold. Just careful. As if he learned early on that holding on too tightly means losing anyway.
He doesn’t believe in labels. He believes in moments. In connection. In the quiet, consuming kind of feeling that doesn’t need a name.
He lives in the in-between. Between jobs, between places, between people.
Always searching for something beautiful. Always almost finding it.
Jaein "Jin" Ahn - 24 y/o, dancer, art enthusiast, human, drifting through the world with childlike wonder and wistful romanticism hidden by sullen realism
open to conversation and plotting, crossover-friendly, currently semi to low activity, semi selective, english preferred, 20+ mdni, still a WIP
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Credits: @fadingexposure
