My dance teacher is cute | Haobin

7 - We slept together

POV: Hanbin | FRIDAY MORNING

A strange sound stirred me from sleep, something unfamiliar but oddly rhythmic.

Snoring?

My eyes shot open, and I froze.
"What the—" My voice caught in my throat when I saw Hao nestled against my arm, his face barely inches away from mine, his breath warm against my skin.

"Shh... five more minutes," he mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep, while his hand rested on my chest. For a moment, I couldn't move. His body was pressed so close to mine, his hair falling messily over his face, and I could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest. The warmth of his body against mine sent a jolt through me.

Suddenly, I snapped back to reality, jerking away in shock and sitting up so fast I nearly tumbled off the bed. "What are you doing here?!" My voice came out harsher than I intended, my heart pounding for reasons I didn't want to know.

Hao rubbed his eyes slowly, blinking at me through those half-lidded eyes, his gaze unfocused but piercing all the same. "You said I could come to you," he replied, voice low and sleepy, his head tilting slightly as he spoke. That simple movement—how effortlessly he owned the space, even in my bed—made my pulse race. My heart beat like it was trying to escape my chest.

"Only when you struggle!" I managed to stammer, running a hand through my messy hair, trying to calm myself down. His eyes followed the movement, lingering, and then he smirked, lips curving in a way that was both teasing and infuriating.

"I struggled to fall asleep," he said, his voice dropping into a playful, almost seductive tone. His smirk widened as if he knew exactly the effect he was having on me.

The tension between us was sharp, almost unbearable, each second pushing us closer to the breaking point. It felt like something was about to snap, but neither of us made the first move.

Speechless, I opened my mouth to retort, but nothing came out. My mind was a blur, filled with the image of him in my bed, his body so close, his voice curling around me.

It was then that I realized—I was still in nothing but my boxers. His eyes flickered down, tracing my bare skin, slow and deliberate. The way his gaze lingered sent a wave of heat through me, my cheeks flushing before I could stop it.

Flustered, I quickly got out of bed, fumbling for my clothes. The memory of last night hit me like a punch to the gut—I had fallen asleep during the massage he insisted on giving me. Now the warmth of his hands on my skin, the intimacy of it, all flooded back at once. My heart thudded even harder, my thoughts a mess of confusion and something else. Something more dangerous.

I hurried to pull on a shirt, trying to keep my composure, but when I glanced back at him, Hao had already laid back down, completely unbothered by the chaos he'd caused in me. He looked so at ease, sprawled across my bed like he belonged there.

"Don't... don't tell this to anyone," I warned, my voice more breathless than I wanted it to be. My face was still burning, and I couldn't shake the image of him watching me, his teasing smirk flashing behind my eyes.

"Mmm, got it," he mumbled, eyes already closed again, his body curling up comfortably under my sheets.

I stood there for a second, staring at him, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. Why my chest was still tight, why I couldn't get his face out of my head, why I felt like something between us had shifted—and not in a way I was ready for.

I stumbled into the bathroom, splashing cold water onto my face, hoping it would wake me from the strange whirlwind I found myself caught in. The icy chill did little to steady my racing heart. Every time I blinked, I saw Hao—sleeping peacefully in my arms, his breath soft and steady against my skin.