After the first encounter, Hoseok never saw you again. You frequented the studio though, just only at night. You thought it more of a form of entertainment than anything. Watching the man dance every night. Same song, same choreo, same time. You'd watched him every day for the past week, so much that you notice when he misses a step or when he changes a dance move.
He's fascinating like that. You're still surprised he hasn't noticed you and shooed you away yet. It's either he takes his dancing way too seriously to care or the glass is dimmed from inside. You'd bet on the former. You seriously doubt that your presence makes a significant difference to him.
The music ends and he drops down, legs crossed on the floor. His breath is ragged and unsteady, shirt soaked in sweat. He grabs the water bottle from beside him and chugs it in one go. You watch his every movement, eyes following his fingers intently. Your magnificent eyesight scores you a great zoom at his fingers. They're long and slender, tapping against the wooden floorboard.
Just when you're about to turn away, he starts humming. You almost feel your legs wobble as you listen to him. He hums so magnificently that you wonder what his voice sounds like. You leave that to your imagination, though. You leave immediately, worried that you'll be caught soon.
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(✎ author's note | literally realizing there's no reference omds, the studio has an entrance door, where you're met with the registration desk and a mini waiting area, then there's a literal glass wall/door from which you can see the actual studio. idk lmao TT ୧| thanks for reading)
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private dance lessons | kth
Fanfiction"What if we get caught?" Your breath shakes and you don't move. His head is dangerously close to your neck that you feel his breath against your jaw. His whole chest is pressed hard against your back that you can feel your sweat mix with his. "What...
