Delilah;
The alcohol was so strong and burn so good as it glide down my throat in one go. "I'll take a blow job cocktail bartender," I said. A few looked a me surprised. It was a name of a drink it has Bailey's, Kahlua, Amaretto and topped with whipped cream and you drink it with no hands. "Really Delilah? Do you think you need another drink? you already had six shots," Hoseok asked concerned. He thought taking me out to club Six where most dancers hung out would get my mind off of things. There was nothing this fancy club could do for me then and even now. Only to get me drunk.
"Yes and then I will drink an orgasm cocktail after," I called out to the bartender. He shook his head. He knew I drank just as much as Yoongi could. We used to be drinking partners. But things changed. I miss him sometimes. "So what brought you back to my dance studio? You missed your sunshine so much?" He asked as he down my shot for me. I glared at him and he shrugged his shoulders as he licked the whipped cream off of his lips.
"It's not just that. I missed being a dancer," I said as I rest my head in my hand.
"I know the feeling, I also know you were one of my best students, I wish Taehyung never turned out the way he did,"
I was shocked at Hoseok's honesty. I was sure that his friendship with Taehyung was deeper than the one he had with me. I could see the sadness in his eyes as he said it. He wasn't the one to say much in the group when it came to the others behavior. Despite him being known as the loudest one, he played it up for the cameras a bit. He gave me an apologetic smile. "Sorry, it must have been the alcohol," he said.
He stood up and reached out for my hand. "Wanna dance?" He asked. I laughed, it was just like old times. We always testing each other to see if we have moves now and again. I nodded as the DJ started to play Mi Gente. Getting into the music was easy. I started off with swaying my hips side to side as Hobi two stepped next to me. He turn to me and I turned to him. We smiled and bust out into a salsa like dance. I grind my hips on him occasionally not enough to tease just to tease others who gather around to watch us. It switched to latin hip hop style. Hoseok is an amazing dancer as we pop and lock. He wow the crowd when he touch his hand with his foot before doing a split and getting back up within a second. We finish the dance with him spinning me and dipping me down and picking me back up quickly.
Everyone cheered for us and clapped as we breathed heavily and stared at each other for what felt like more than a second. I pushed myself away from him as I realized in that moment what was happening. "I-I gotta go Hoseok," I said before giving him an apologetic smile and rushing to the exit.
When I got home I flipped off my heels and threw my purse on the ground. "What did I do? Hoseok? Really?" I groaned as I slid on the floor next to my stuff. I never thought of him in this way. Maybe it was the way he dressed or the adrenaline of dancing for so long. I wasn't sure.
I sighed and shook my head, standing up I stumbled to my bathroom and undressed. I flipped the shower on and stepped inside. The hot water felt like I was bathing in liquid gold. It gave me a sense of peace and I let my self melt under it. It was the first time I didn't think of my ex husband, Namjoon, Hoseok, anyone. Just myself. Once I was done washing up and changing into black lingerie I crashed on my bed.
My body must have been worn out from all the dancing that I did with Hoseok that I instantly relaxed. I traced the soft silky sheets with my index finger. It was cool to the touch and right now that is what my skin needed after all the booze I consumed. My eyes watered as I remember he was here. His warm presence was here on the bed laughing and smiling at me. The same presence that made love to me and cuddled me after. The same one who fucked another woman and passed her love from his lips to mine.
My heart hurt and it felt good to just cry it out. I tried not to do anything irrational. The need to be touched and the need to be comforted was getting too much. My buzzed multiple times. I picked it up to see messaged from Hoseok.
"Hey you okay?"
"You left you jacket,"
"Did I do something wrong?"
"Should I drop you things off?"
"Please call me?"
"Did Jimin do something? I heard some things from Namjoon,"
I froze as I saw the last text message. I sat up on my bed. I quickly grabbed a robe and covered myself. I almost forgot about his ass. But I didn't feel alone anymore. I felt I was being watched. I quickly dialed Hoseok's number.
"Hello?" He answered.
"Can you come over quickly," I asked.
He was confused at first as to who was calling him but then he got the hint.
"Okay send me your address," he said.
"Okay," I said before hanging up the phone.
I wasn't sure why I was calling him over but I suddenly felt scared and like I was being watched. Since that incident with Namjoon and his wife, I never felt safe even with security cameras installed, Lucia, and security system I still felt unsafe. Alone.
Hey Baddies. Going through a spiritual awakening. Like I feel like I have been sleeping for years. I know they associate it with twin flames but I don't. I don't even believe in that toxic crap anymore. But I do wanna say as your grow don't be ignorant to this world and it's negativity. I know most people say stay positive but if you stay that way what will you do when the negativity hits you hard in the face? Just some food for thought. Anyway, like always comment, vote, and share and remember I love you. ~TB
