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Jin yawns as he strolls through the bustling farmer's market, squinting as the rising sun begins to fill the city with orange light. Normally, he would not be here so early but he could not bare to sleep knowing the delicious vegetables in season were just waiting a few blocks away to be bought by him and made into a delectable dish. Sometimes his passion and fascination with cuisine was something most people teased him about, especially his brother, saying he already exhibited grandfather habits but Jin could care less.

He knows what he likes and he has no problem making it known.

He stops in front of a stand littered with various fresh vegetables and greets the frail old woman behind it with a plump lipped smile, instantly making her blush. As he scans the produce, his eyes fall on the glistening zucchini and his hand instinctively reaches out to grab it for further examination. However, he fails to notice the other hand going for the same veggie and his brow knits when his fingers graze warm skin instead.

"Ah, excuse me." He immediately bows to the person next to him, removing his cap to push back the messy black fringe enveloping his forehead but when he comes back up his mind goes blank.

A pair of hazel almond shaped eyes blink back at him, her long lashes blowing Jin away as her heart shaped lips curl into a sweet smile. Her button nose sniffles, most likely an affect of the still cool morning air, and the waves of ebony hair framing her diamond shaped face sway around majestically. A long tan coat adorns her relatively small frame and she exudes nothing short of class and sophistication.

"My apologies, you were here first. Here," she motions for Jin to take the zucchini from her perfectly manicured fingers but he cannot seem to even remember his own name in the moment. "Sir?" He melts.

"Yes! I mean no, it's yours please I insist." She nods before placing it in her basket and handing a few bills to the old woman.

"Thank you. Good day." She bows and turns to head off to another stand. Jin watches her for a moment, silently debating whether to go after the gorgeous stranger or go on with his produce adventure. He catches her delicate face look back at him and it serves as his answer.

"Miss!" He jogs up to the woman, battling the eagerness from showing in his tone.

"Is there something wrong?"

He furrows his brow at her concern. "No, no. I just believe you owe me."

Now it's her thin brows that furrow. "I'm sorry?"

Jin panics at her lack of understanding of his harmless banter and quickly shakes his head. "N-Never mind. Um," he licks his lips, his eyes jumping to anything that could help him spark a conversation, "do you come here often?"

She slowly shakes her head. "It's my first time. I err..." she pauses for a beat to think. "I don't have much free time."

Jin nods his head in understanding. "I see. Um, I do." There's an awkward silence as Jin begins to formulate what he can say to continue speaking, him already noticing the woman's apprehensiveness. Or she might just not be interested.

It's enough time to allow her the chance to fully survey his strong build, from his broad shoulders evident even under his black hoodie to his prince-like face and full lips. He was extremely handsome, yet she could tell he carried himself in such a way that he did not allow cockiness to take over his natural humility, and it intrigues her.

"Would you like to join me?"

"What was that?" Jin clears his throat, afraid that what she asked was just a figment of his imagination.

"I know it's a rather crass request but it seems you know this market much better than I do." She stares into his widening black eyes and smiles. "And I think I'd enjoy your company."

"Y-Yes of course, I'd love to." He spots a pear in the corner of his eye and hastily picks it up to display it before her, ready to showcase his charm. "I think we'd make a good pear."

He holds his breath as he watches her naturally smoldered eyes jump from his awkward face to the piece of fruit, already preparing an apology for his pun in his head. She reveals her perfect rows of teeth when she breaks out into a smile and Jin feels he might pass out from the relief. He holds out his arm and without hesitation she interlocks it with his, and both begin to make their way through the market.

"You're cute," she beams, "what's your name?"

"Seokjin but I think you should call me Jin." He politely takes the basket from her hand and holds it with his free one.

"And why is that?"

"Because I wonder if it will sound better when someone as beautiful as you says it." He winks, his confidence in it's entirety making an appearance. "What's yours?"

With her mind slightly in shambles at the flirtation, she giggles. "Well, Jin..."

He winces. "Ah I was right," he puts a hand over his heart, "it does. How will I ever go back to normal people saying my name, you've already ruined me."

"Are you always this dramatic?" She asks, her cheeks already beginning to feel sore from smiling for so long.

"You say dramatic, I call it charming." He tosses an orange in his hand, "Now, is there anything you were looking for in particular..."

He trails off and it is only then that she realizes she never answered his question.

"Jia. My name is Jia."

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Hoseok is practically kicking down the doors of the studio where he choreographs, the pain of Uma's eyes burning holes into the side of his face the entire drive there still lingering. After the blissful night they shared tangled in each other's arms, the morning after was anything but.

Uma, finally free of the affects of her jet lag, wasted no time in letting Hoseok feel every bit of her wrath at his forgetfulness. She did not hold back at all, adamant about making it known that he was extremely lucky she was too tired to kill him that night. Even when her thick Dominican accent would make an appearance and she'd unknowingly slip into yelling at him in Spanish, he knew better than to do anything other than to sit there and take it.

In fact, he had to beg her to even come near him again, even when every bone in his body was telling him to run as far away from her as possible. Because, although Uma doesn't remember her profound confession from that night, Hoseok does all too well.

He pulls the stubborn woman by the sleeve of her oversized sweatshirt that she believes does her naturally curvy figure no justice, yet her hips still make an appearance in her snug black biker shorts. Although accustomed to the stares the beautiful foreign woman earns everywhere they go, Hoseok cannot help but send subtle glares to his fellow dancers who stare as he drags her into the studio.

Once inside, he wastes no time in slamming the door shut and locking it.

"Why am I here, Hoseok?" She crosses her arms over her chest as she keeps her eyes trained on the shifty man's reflection in the mirror that replaces one of the walls of the practice room. He mutters what sounds like a checklist under his breath as he hastily scrolls through his phone by the cupboard that holds the stereo in the back.

"I..." he narrows his eyes at his phone, still distracted, "I wanted to surprise you. The night you came back."

She kisses her teeth. "Ah, this is why you brought me here? You want the entire building to witness your murder?"

"No, no. Ah damn it!" He feverishly presses buttons and turns the dials of the sound system before slapping it. "J-Just give me a minute."

"Hoseok, I don't care if it was a surprise. You left me waiting at the cold ass airport for over an hour; tired, hungry, and sad," she holds up a finger after each word before wiggling them, "and you have 3 seconds to tell me what the hell I'm doing here before I-"

"Got it!" He booms before looking back at the fuming woman with a wide content smile, which under any other circumstance she'd find irresistible.

He strides over to her position in the middle of the floor, a small black remote in hand. Uma scoffs and whirls around to face the door.

"I swear, Hoseok, does it not matter at all to you? How am I ever supposed to rely on you again?" He watches her hips sway for a beat as she begins her exit, and although he appreciates the view he quickly reaches out for her elbow.

"It matters. You matter a lot to me." He gives her arm a light squeeze and she directs her seething eyes to pierce his. She opens her mouth, ready to rebuttal, but her rage is extinguished when she feels his velvety touch on her face.

Hoseok cups her face, tracing his fingers over her jaw as he admires every inch of her. In the midst of his surprise visit and surprise hauling her out of her home, Uma had no time to do her usual glam. Or any glam for that matter. That meant no maroon lipstick, no color coordinated outfit, and not even a single piece of jewelry to adorn her or help accentuate her features. This was Uma in her rawest form before him.

And Hoseok loved it.

"You're so gorgeous, Uma." He catches her toffee cheeks flush while her thick lashes graze them each time she blinks. Her features visibly soften for a second before defaulting to her hostile glare.

"Sweet words will get you nowhere with me this time, Hobi." She reaches for one of his hands but he quickly grabs it and intertwines it with his.

"I didn't have to redo the choreography for the performance that night..." Uma rolls her eyes, ready to pull away but he wraps his arms around her waist and tightens his grasp. "I was practicing."

"So you forgot about me and you lied to me, great." She pulls away again but Hoseok pulls her front even closer to his.

"No, I was practicing for you."

"Practicing what?"

He smirks before pressing the green button of the control. "This."

A slow rhythmic guitar beat fills the room followed by the gradual addition of bongo drums and a bass teetering in the background. Hoseok places his right hand in hers, pushing all doubts out of his head, and settles his other one on her waist.

With the music filling her heart with an overwhelming nostalgia, she looks up at Hoseok with glassy eyes. "W-What is this?"

"I know how sad you get when you have to leave the D.R." He begins to guide her hips to which she instantly obliges. "And I know you always complain about how no one here knows how to dance like everyone back home does." The song picks up and Hoseok easily glides around the floor, moving his hips to every beat just like he practiced. Uma is at a loss for words as she effortlessly follows his lead, doing everything in her power not to blink so she does not miss a single second.

She hooks her arms around his neck and he wastes no time in closing the little distance between them.

"I wanted to bring a piece of your home to you." He rests his forehead against hers as both move flawlessly to the beat, him now gripping her waist with both hands. "Because you're my home, Uma."

Hot tears begin to rim her eyes, and if it weren't for the seductive rolls of his body against hers she'd probably sob right then and there. He's always been mesmerized by how fluid her movements were when it came to this type of dancing, as opposed to his usual hip hop he's basically already mastered. And for a long time he was embarrassed that he could not keep up or match her natural passion in the art on the spot like when she'd beckon him over at a club or whenever she was feeling homesick.

That's visibly proven when in the midst of a spin he stumbles a bit causing Uma to totter to the side. She laughs and he groans. "Guess I can't keep up with a natural like you."

"You'll get there." She winks before they revert back to their positions and pick up where they left off. The song's outro fades out and she begins to slow her movements down.

Hoseok narrows his eyes. "What are you doing?"

"The song? It's ending."

"Baby," he shakes his head, "you think I practiced this hard to dance with you for just one song."

She beams as another song immediately starts, matching the same upbeat rhythm as the last and prompting Hoseok to resume his skillful lead.

Though many songs pass, their fervor never dies, and the fire in their hearts never seems to dim.

"I love this." She settles her head on his chest once they've gotten all of their sensual grinds and spins out. "Thank you."

"I'm sorry if I made you feel like I didn't care," he strokes her tight curls. "But I swear I was doing this the whole time."

"Ah, Hobi. Guess I'm forced to believe you." She shrugs and he chuckles.

"Do you forgive me?"

"Maybe," she simply replies. "I still wish you didn't forget about me."

"Who could forget about you, baby?" He tucks her head underneath his chin as they continue to slowly sway to the music.

"You did," she reminds. "The airport, remember?"

"I just wanted to be able to sweep you off your feet when you arrived, you deserve it."

"Where's all this coming from?" She asks, slapping at his chest playfully.

"I just want you to know that I care about you," he tilts her chin to meet his searching eyes, believing that maybe if he jogs her memory enough of what she confessed that night she might be prompted to say it again. And he'll know she meant it. "I care about you a lot."

However his heart slightly sinks when all she does is bat her lashes at him, but his disappointment does not last long when he notices the stars swirling around in her coffee eyes. "I meant what I said, baby."

"What," she breathes out, her face inching towards his.

"You're gorgeous."

And this time his sweet words are enough to get her to crash her lips on his.

It starts off slow, Uma tangling her fingers in his red locks while he gently runs his hands over her curves. Just as smoothly as they danced, their lips move in perfect harmony. It's nothing short of blissful, and Uma begins to feel meek as she slips under his trance.

He feels her body subtly sink into his and holds her even tighter, both waiting for the other to pull away.

But neither do.

And Hoseok takes it as a cue to intensify it, parting her lips with his warm tongue and allowing his hands to wander downwards until they feel the arch of where her ass meets her back. Much too captivated by his taste, she lets out a small moan prodding him to harshly squeeze both cheeks.

"Hobi," she whines in between pants, lips swollen and pink from his kisses. Just the sight of her out of breath just from their make out flips a switch inside of him, and in one quick motion he grips both of her thighs and lifts her to wrap her legs around his waist and traps her in between him and the mirror.

His hot lips now attach to her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses and nips at her skin earning a few low groans of pleasure from her. He rolls his now rock hard member into her, aligning perfectly with her clothed center.

"H-Hobi." She tugs at his tresses and he hums against her sensitive collarbone making her gulp. "Right here?"

"I want you so bad, Uma." He growls still against her skin and she lets out a shaky breath.

"What if someone hears?" She bites her lip, trying to contain the sinful sounds that might escape her lips at the overwhelming sensation of Hoseok still attacking her neck and grinding into her.

"Then I guess you'll have to try to keep quiet, baby."

She palms his growing bulge in his sweatpants and he smirks knowingly. He loosens his grip on her thighs to let her stand on her own, before hastily plunging his hand into her tight shorts.

"So wet already?" He teases her dripping folds with his index finger making her shudder, using his other hand to lift up her sweatshirt to reveal her bare chest. "Forgot to wear a bra, baby?"

She shakes her head, now moving her hips against his fingers in an effort for more friction. "K-Know that you don't like bras."

"So you were trying to tease me?" He looks up at her flushed face before attaching his lips to one of her nipples to suck.

"Hobi, please..." She rests her head back on the mirror, the teasing getting to be too much and her patience for the lack of contact wearing thin.

"Please what, baby?"

"Fuck me." She begs. In one swift motion, he whirls her around. She hisses at the sensation of her breasts being pushed up against cold glass, until she hears Hoseok pulling down his pants and feels him slap against her ass. Through hooded eyes, she watches him pump himself before peeling off her shorts and aligning himself with her entrance.

He runs his thick member in between her dripping folds for a few seconds, the feeling alone enough to make her eyes roll to the back of her head.

Without warning, he slams into her. A string of curses leave her mouth as she puts both hands on the surface in front of her in an effort to steady herself, Hoseok thrusting in and out quickly. He clutches her waist to hold her flailing body in place as he mercilessly pounds her, her muffled moans only fueling him to go harder until she screams out in pleasure.

"Hobi, I'm gonna-"

He grips the back of her hair by the roots and pulls her back so that her ear is now close to his mouth. "Not until I say so," he whispers and he dips his hand back down to rub at the sensitive bundle of nerves causing her to cry out.

Uma forgets where she is now, enraptured by the feeling of Hoseok inside of her and letting out every and any animalistic sound that could convey the immense pleasure he causes her. He palms one of her breasts, playing with one of her nipples in between his fingers and she feels her core begin to tighten.

"Hobi," she gasps, bucking her hips back so that they meet his with a hard smack, "now?"

He responds with lifting her leg up and repositioning his body, now thrusting into her at a completely new angle and sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine.

"How do you feel this fucking good?" He snaps his hips, feeling his climax approaching on the horizon as he watches her ass bounce against him as her back arches in satisfaction.

"You," she tries to catch her breath, "you make me feel this good, Hobi."

"Yeah?" He smirks, "show me how good I make you feel."

And with those words she comes undone, the feeling equivalent to fireworks going off in her stomach making her a moaning mess under the sound of Hoseok's sultry praises in her ear. It doesn't take long for him to do the same, her walls milking him for every single drop until he sighs contentedly signaling his finish. Her legs finally give in and she collapses onto the floor, Hoseok chuckling as he sits down next to her.

He adjusts her head so that it is laying on his lap, and both simply sit there, hoping that either one did not regret it. Hoping that the other knew why they did it.
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