Professor Yoon

22. Collide

"Oh, you- sure." Joshua blinked at him twice, trying to get his head to process properly. He had barely thought about the thighs touching his legs, how was he supposed to make out the oddly enticing words?

"Come on then." Jeonghan smiled, his palm held out for the blond to grab.

While poor Joshua was having a mental breakdown, the smile h always wanted to see for himself. The smile that was oh so sweet, made Joshua weak in the knees. If it wasn't for the support provided by the counter and the thighs around his legs, he's pretty sure he would've been laying on the floor with a severe breathing problem.

"Right." Joshua cleared his throat, placing his hand in the professor's extended one. He avoided the professor's gaze that was curiously peering down at him.

However, what he didn't expect was Jeonghan's palm to be pushed against his abdomen making him stumble a step at the applied force.

"As much as I wouldn't mind having you pressed up against me, I still need to get up for us to move." The professor chuckled at the confused boy. Joshua didn't deem it important to say something at the moment, what was he supposed to say anyway? 'I was enjoying it'? No! It's not like he was.

"You're oddly quiet now, Mr. Hong." Jeonghan stood up, adjusting the jacket on his frame yet, not letting go of the hand holding Joshua's. Again, what was Joshua supposed to say?

Jeonghan pulled him towards the dance floor, making sure they got far away from the sides, pushing their way somewhere towards the middle.

Joshua looked around them, although they were huddled among strangers, yet, he couldn't help but feel a tiny bit awkward. What was he supposed to do now? Grind on his professor? Oh hell no.

"Don't look so awkward, Mr. Hong, It's just a dance. Nothing inappropriate." The professor chuckled, leaning closer to his ear so that he could hear him. "By the way," he grabbed the blond's arms, pulling Joshua towards him to avoid a man almost bumping into him. "You look rather ravishing tonight, Mr. Hong."

"Oh-" Joshua could feel his face turn scarlet and was glad the lighting inside the club was dim. "Thanks-" avoiding the maroon head's gaze yet again.

The music previously playing slowed down, people anticipating the next song, paused a little to catch a hint about the song prior to the others.

It's been a month and twenty days
And we're going 'round and 'round, playing silly games

The crowd howled amongst themselves, pressing themselves more into their partners or friends.

"What's the matter, Mr. Hong?" The professor pulled him closer by his arms, their chests almost touching. Joshua could feel his breath hitching in his throat at the hand leaving his arm and laying firmly on his hip. "Do you not feel well?"

Let it be, let it be, let it be known
Hold on, don't go

A sound between a gasp and a squeal left the blond when he was swiftly turned around, now having his back pressed against the professor's chest.

Touching and teasing me, telling me no
But this time I need to feel you

He eyed the hands placed on his hips, holding him still in his place. The professor's hot breath tickling his neck. His heart quickened as the hand gripped him a little tighter, pushing him deeper into the maroon head's chest. And just liked that he felt himself move along with the professor, swaying their bodies with the music. A rhythm forming among themselves.

Ride it, we're all alone

"Tell me to stop." The deep whisper raised goosebumps all over his body. The soft breaths puffing against his ear.