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Pair¬ Hoseok×you

Genre¬ fluff and feels, sensual dancing involved

Synopsis¬ his body moves in coordination with yours, heartbeats included.

Words¬ 0.8k

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His hands, much bigger than yours, trail down your waist slowly, as you move against him rhythmically and sensually. The song is the narrator, explaining the very emotions that run through the entirety of your bodies, with each bass drop, and every beat.

He pulls you to his body, his chest flushed against your back, and you can feel the warmth of his body, which runs through your spine.

Your eyes are closed, savoring each and every moment being spent against him. One of your legs hooks back around his slim waist, while he envelopes your waist with his arm, dipping you down rhythmically with the next bass drop. The white crop top that you wear does not help your emotions.

Getting you back up with a coordinated body roll, he lifts your body painlessly, his arms flexing against your skin, and releases your body to the side, while you continue to spin on your shoe clad toes for the next four beats. The warmth that ran through your body turns cold, but not for long.

Resuming the steps to main lines of the song, he rushes towards you, his body re-synchronizing with your own. Trailing his fingers delicately down your arms, pulls at your body again, and it slams to his with the same passion that runs through your body, for dance, and for each other.

His feet keep working effortlessly, while his fingers continue journey up again, his arm curling around your shoulders as you roll your head around simultaneously. Then resting your head back against his chest, he moves your bodies together back and forth in beautiful waves that symbolise your heart beats.

His fingers tap the skin of your shoulder twice, before twisting his wrist along the music, dragging his hand down your body oh-so-torturously. Finding purchase on your waist, his other hand invites itself along as well, and he lifts you up into the air. You dip your head back in ecstasy, loving every single second of the swirls he takes across the dance floor, with you. Your ash-grey highlighted locks fall onto his shoulder, as you lift one of your knees up. Ballet had been the base of your dance, and even though it had been a while since you had performed it, glimpses of it shine through your performances every you do.

Your toes touch the floor again, and compellingly, you open your eyes. Your gaze falls into his yet again with such electricity in between you, that you crave to fall into his arms again, wanting to burn to death in his embrace.

Such, is how deep your passion runs.

The beats slows down, along with both your rhythmic motion, until it finally comes to a stop, and you both bow down to each other with such grace, that even swans be envious.

As you rise, your body heats up to a next level when you finally open your hooded eyes and let them fall on him.

He's ethereal.

Under the single golden studio light that glows through the dark setting of the space, he looks so beautiful that even the sun might look beside him.

After all, he is Jung Hoseok.

Your first love. The recipient of your utmost attention. The sunshine in your life. The energy in your cells. The passion in your veins. The school heartthrob.

Although, you'd loved him almost four years now, you can't seem to gather it in yourself to confess your feelings to him.

Four years of yearning.

And it's like the universe has pledged to tease you everytime you have to— get to dance with him. Everytime he touches you is when you fantasise how it'd be if you are to be together.
He's a drug; you can't have enough of him, and you can't leave him. It's an ache in your heart which cannot become better unless it's him with you.

The heated gaze the two of you share is cut short by rounds of applause and hoots of praises and enthusiastic, encouraging comments that rise from the spectators.

Indulged into the feelings and the fervour of your performance, you'd forgotten that you had—audience.

Stupor fills you, and you snap your head towards him instantly, albeit abashedly, when you hear him chuckle breathily.

Yet again this evening, your eyes meet, and a pleasurable shiver runs down your spine, as you realize the depth of his gaze.

He smiles at you, and although it's just as beautiful as the smile he always has plastered on his beaming face, it's so much more different. Maybe it has something to do with the way his cheeks deepen in striking shade of rouges, or the way his eyes contain an ocean of pink emotions, or the way his murky pupils dilate under the limelight, but it still has you completely enamoured.

And even when you know, that he doesn't know of your feelings for him, he somehow seems to be aware of how deep they run within you.

And that is exactly what keeps you going.

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