Hyung's Lover boy

Flirting with him.

His eyes were fixed on me, and I didn't dare to look away from him because I wouldn't let him go. He moved both his hands slowly with the rhythm of the music, making my whole body feel like heaven. How I wished this would never end. He pulled me closer using both his hands, and we were so close. Suddenly, with the beat, he pushed me slightly away, but not too far—I was still near him. I didn't even realize when I started dancing with him too because it was so beautiful. We moved in opposite directions, taking two steps and then turning toward each other. We came extremely close again, then split apart, performing a few steps like a couple. I was really enjoying it. Jimin Hyung began to smile, and the most beautiful thing was his eyes—well, his entire being was a work of art. God really did a great job creating him.

"You're learning," he said, looking at me and flashing another beautiful smile as he raised my hand above his height. I let my body move on its own, and it was doing great, moving freely in response to Jimin Hyung's actions. He swiftly spun around himself, holding my fingertips, and that's when I heard a lot of cheering in the background. But who cares when your eyes are blessed by the universe with those brown eyes.

"Because it's you, in my arms, though," I responded with a shy smile because I couldn't hold it back. He came closer, his back gently pressing against my front, and I heard him chuckle at my words. Did I just flirt with him? I don't know. It wasn't intentional, but I don't regret it either. He deserves compliments and love—when I say love, I mean all the love in the universe.

We were moving with the rhythm of the music, and the best part was that he was moving with me. In my arms, two steps closer, two steps away—breathing close, then breathing even closer. My heartbeat quickened, first much, then more than much. That's how I was feeling in that moment.

"Tired?" he asked as we stood close, his head lazily resting on my shoulder. His steps were full of energy, but he thought I was tired because I don't usually dance. He didn't know how much effort I've put into learning to dance ever since I found out Jimin Hyung loves dancing.

"If I'm dancing with you, then never," I replied, matching the pace of his dance moves and hitting every step. I held his waist securely, leaning to his side as we moved into a slow couple's step. He immediately pulled back from my shoulder and looked into my eyes. Did I just flirt with him again? God, I don't know where I'm finding the courage to keep up with the beat or how these words are coming out, but once again, I don't regret it. I love it because it feels so right, being with him like this, being true about my feelings.

Nonetheless, he smiled back, and I'd never felt so confident and happy in my life. He grinned at my words, and I smiled too because his smile is contagious. His perfect black hair fell over his forehead, and my hands longed to push it back. I don't know where I got the courage from this day, as I raised one hand and gently caressed his cheek, pushing his hair back from his forehead while still securely holding his waist with my other hand. He was a bit shocked at first but then calmed down, getting comfortable with my touch. I even saw him lean into it. He smiled, wrapping his arms around my neck, staring into my eyes, and slowly loosening his grip, letting his hands fall freely.

"Not afraid, hyung? What if I lose my grip on you?" I asked because I noticed he was only being held by my other hand while one of mine was busy brushing his hair. He had let both his hands fall freely behind him.

"I trust you more than I trust myself," he said. Those few words, he didn't even know how deeply they stuck with me. He chuckled because my eyes widened, and I got emotional hearing that he trusted me this much.

Everyone else had already left from the stage, and we were the only ones still dancing. Yes, dance was the last event of the farewell party, so everyone else were here and there, drinking, playing games, chatting, few left for there's home already, few were just seeing us because we'd been dancing for hours, slowly moving to the music in the background because neither of us wanted to leave the other's side. At least from my side, I wished time would stop at that moment. He was so close to me, close to my heart, and I wasn't letting that closeness slip away.

His hands were encircled around my neck, while mine rested over his waist. I was loving the moment we were sharing. He looked at me again with those hazy eyes, and I couldn't understand what they meant, but I felt goosebumps from seeing them. He raised one hand to cup my cheek, and I felt a spark of electricity at his touch. He started moving his thumb over my lips, and that's when my body became numb. He was closing the distance, and I felt a thrilling excitement and euphoria.

But I placed my finger over his lips. He looked at me with those hazy eyes, and I don't know where I found the courage to stop him. My reason was him too. "Say my name, Hyung?" I asked, praying he'd say my name because I didn't want him to later regret this moment if he thought I was someone else. I was happy with our little moment, but this bond meant more to me.

"Jungkoo—" 

I didn't let him finish. I smashed my lips against his because I wanted him to know who he was touching, dancing with, and sharing this beautiful moment with. I wanted him to know he could use me however he wanted, but he had to know it was me. I grabbed his waist tighter than before, though gently, and put my other hand on his neck, pulling him closer, dangerously closer than before. I tilted my head slightly to sweetly suck on his pair of plump lips in one long kiss. I wanted to taste those lips fully. He kissed me back, making me crave more of his lips with each passing second. With every moment, I became more crazy for those juicy lips. I had finally lost myself in the taste of those plump lips.