Underworld Hearts [BTS FF]

8. Dancing on the Edge

I hesitated for a moment, feeling self-conscious. "Um, no, that's okay," I said quickly, trying to brush off his invitation. "I really just wanted to practice a bit by myself."

Hobi raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on his lips. "Come on! I won't bite. It's just us here. You can't hide your talent forever."

I felt my cheeks flush even more. "I'm really not that good. I mean, it's been a while since I danced seriously. I should probably, um, get back to cleaning," I said, taking a small step back toward the door.

Hobi chuckled, clearly not buying my excuse. "You're not going to escape that easily. Everyone has to start somewhere, right?"

I fidgeted, glancing around the dance room as if searching for a way out. "I really appreciate it, but I'm not ready to dance in front of anyone right now. I just wanted some time to myself," I insisted, hoping to steer the conversation away.

As I stepped toward the door, Hobi called after me. "Wait! How about this? Just one dance. A quick one. It'll be fun, I promise."

I hesitated, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks again. "Really, Hobi, I—"

"Come on, just to see if you still remember some moves. I'll play a song, and if you don't like it, we can stop right there," he said, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

Before I could protest further, he reached over and hit play on the speaker.

As the music played, Hobi's hands found their way to my waist, pulling me in close. "You're such a tease, Y/N. I didn't know you had moves like this," he said with a smirk, his gaze mischievous.I felt warmth radiate from him as he began to guide me through the dance. His hands roamed slightly, brushing against my sides, making my heart race. "You know, you look really good like this," he said, his lips dangerously close to my ear. "It's like you were made to dance."

I tried to focus on the rhythm, but the way his fingers danced along my waist sent tingles down my spine. "Hobi, I—"

"Just let go," he interrupted, his voice low and inviting.

I took a small step back, suddenly feeling the intensity of the moment. "Maybe I should go..."

"Not yet," he said, his eyes sparkling. He pulled me closer again, his hands resting just above my hips. "Come on, don't be shy. We're just having fun."

His lips brushed dangerously close to my neck, and I felt my heart race. "What's wrong? You're not getting flustered, are you?" he teased, a knowing grin spreading across his face.

As we moved together, Hobi guided my hips with a confident rhythm, his hands dancing along my sides. I tried to pull away, but he stepped closer, forcing me into a dip that sent a thrill coursing through me. "Hobi, this is a bit much..."

He smirked, his grip tightening as he leaned in closer. "You say that, but I can see you're enjoying this," he murmured, his lips almost grazing mine. "Just let go, Y/N. I promise I won't bite... unless you want me to."

His movements were intoxicating, smooth and seductive. He spun me around, my back pressing against his chest, his breath hot against my ear. "You know, Y/N, the way you're trying to escape only makes me want you more. It's almost like you're begging me to keep you here," he murmured, his voice dripping with allure.

"Stop it, Hobi!" I protested, my voice wavering slightly as his hands roamed lower, brushing against the curves of my body.

He chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "What's wrong? You can't handle a little heat? I thought you liked it when things get intense." He leaned in closer, his lips grazing my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "I could show you just how intense it can get... if you'd let me."

We danced in a seductive sway, his hands guiding my movements as I found myself pressed against him, every step pulling us closer. I felt my heart race, the pulse of the music echoing in my ears as I tried to find my footing in the whirlwind of emotions he stirred within me. "You're crossing the line!" I stammered, feeling the tension rise, both thrilling and terrifying.

"Crossing the line? Or are we just playing on the edge?" he teased, pulling me even closer, the heat between us rising. "You have no idea how tempting you are right now. It's like I'm the predator, and you..." He paused, letting his gaze roam over me, his smirk growing wider. "You're the perfect prey."

His fingers danced across my skin as he leaned back, forcing me into a slow turn, my body brushing against his with each movement. "Stop it!" I gasped, feeling the weight of his words as they hung in the air between us. His proximity was intoxicating, and I was losing my grip on reality.

"Admit it, you're drawn to the danger. You love the thrill," he whispered, his lips dangerously close to mine, the heat between us palpable.

I could feel myself wavering, caught in the storm of his charm and the thrill of the moment. Just then, he pulled me into a close embrace, his body enveloping mine as he dipped his head, his lips brushing against my neck, teasingly. I felt a flutter of nerves combined with something else entirely, but panic surged through me. "I can't do this!"

Without thinking, I broke free from his grasp and dashed toward the door, my heart racing in my chest. I glanced back to see Hobi standing there, an amused smirk on his face, laughter dancing in his eyes as I fled the room.

"Run all you want, Y/N," he called after me, his voice teasing and dark. "But you can't hide forever!"

I couldn't think straight for a few seconds, my mind racing with what had just happened. The heat of the moment clung to me as I tried to catch my breath after the intense dancing. My heart pounded wildly in my chest, and I felt flustered, the remnants of Hobi's touch still lingering on my skin.

But deep down, a nagging voice reminded me of the truth. I was tangled in their world, a dangerous fantasy where they were just trying to break me. I couldn't let that happen. I wouldn't allow myself to get lost in their allure, no matter how tempting it was.

Taking a moment to steady myself, I reminded myself of my resolve. I had to stay strong, to keep my guard up. The thrill of dancing with Hobi felt exhilarating, but it was just a game to him, a way to toy with my emotions.

I refused to be a pawn in their twisted games. I would find a way out, a way to reclaim my life before it was too late. With that determination pulsing through me, I turned away from the dance room, ready to face whatever came next with newfound strength.