My dance teacher is cute | Haobin

10 - Game on

POV: Hanbin | SATURDAY MORNING

Hao's lips crashed into mine with an intensity that nearly overwhelmed me, his kiss hungry and relentless. Our tongues tangled together, a heated clash of need, both of us fighting for dominance. Every breath between us seemed to burn hotter, his body pressed firmly against mine, and I could feel the heat radiating from him as if it were sinking into my skin. The way his eyes bore into me—dark, demanding—made my heart race.

His hands moved over me with purpose, gripping my waist, sliding over my chest, as if he couldn't get enough. His touch was both possessive and tender, sending shivers down my spine. I tugged at his hair, pulling him closer, desperate to deepen the kiss, to feel more of him. The sensation of his lips, warm and firm, had me craving more.

Then his hand slid lower, grazing my hip before moving down further, fingers brushing against my most sensitive spot. A shockwave surged through me, my body jolting at the contact. My breath hitched, catching in my throat as a soft gasp escaped me, the sound barely audible but loud enough. His touch was deliberate, teasing, and it made my pulse pound in my ears.

"Hanbin?"

The sound of Hao's voice yanked me from my dreams, and I shot up, gasping for breath, my chest heaving.

My heart pounded in my ears. Hao was beside me, watching with a concerned look, his brows knitted together.

"Did you have a nightmare? God, you're sweating." His voice was soft, but the words felt like they cut through the suffocating tension in the room. I backed away instinctively, trying to calm my breathing, but I couldn't stop my body from trembling.

It was just a dream. But it felt so real.
Too real.

I could still feel the heat of his hands on me, the press of his lips. The memory of it made my skin burn in a way I couldn't explain. I wiped at my forehead, trying to clear my thoughts. "Uhm—I'll go take a shower," I mumbled, my voice shaky, failing to sound remotely normal. I felt too exposed under his gaze, too raw. I needed space.

But Hao wasn't giving me any. He sat up slowly, his eyes glinting with something I couldn't quite read. He crawled toward me on his hands and knees, closing the space between us with a predatory grace, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. My throat tightened.

"Without me?" His voice dropped, low and teasing, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from his. The look he gave me was intense, deliberate, like he knew exactly what I had dreamed about. I could barely think, my pulse skyrocketing as he leaned in closer.

"Of course without you!" I stammered, pushing him back, my hand shaking slightly as I did. But even then, the space between us didn't feel like enough. I scrambled to my feet, needing to get away from the heat of his presence, but I felt his eyes still on me—tracking me, analyzing every little movement I made.

Then his gaze dropped lower, his smirk widening. I followed his line of sight and froze.

I was hard. Extremely hard.

My face flushed instantly, the embarrassment hitting me like a wave. I turned away from him, practically bolting to the bathroom, my ears burning as his chuckle echoed behind me. The door slammed shut, and I leaned against it, my breath coming out in ragged bursts.

What the hell was happening to me?!

I undressed quickly, my hands shaking as I turned on the cold water, hoping it would shock some sense into me. But it didn't wash away the image of Hao.

How did I end up having a dream about him?

A filthy dream, on top of that.

I must have lost my mind. There's no other way to explain it.