Bodies [Hoseok x Reader]

Bodies

But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
 -   Khalil Gibran 

Bodies were tingled together, some trying to grind in each other while dancing, some holding a red cup filled with some alcohlic mixture. But you were used to this, nothing from this was new to you, so you swiftly made your way out of the club.
It was a miracle how you had ended there, a bigger one was how you were supposed to find back home. Finally you managed to get out of the club, taking deep breath of the night. The bass of the music could still be heard, making you cringe in annyoance. You didn't hate loud music, you loved it, but at times like these, left behind froma friend who said "it would be fun to get stoned", you could start to scream at whoever played the music, at all the people who claimed to be able to dance good and your friend.
Head shaking you looked to the left and right of you, to see if there was any street sign to where you could order a taxi to, but you let your hopes sink when you didn't find any.

Slowly you made your way down the streets, crossing alleys you didn't want to know what could be hidden there, passing other clubs where you weren't sure how people still could breathe there, till you heard loud clapping and cheering. A dance battle.
Your skin instantly tingled at the thought of battleing other people. You had been dancing since you were little. The fact that you somehow got known in the underground was still unknown by you and your parents weren't all to well with the thought of their daughter dancing somehwere in the streets with other people. Nonetheless you enjoyed it moving your hips to the beat, throwing yourself into the dance.
You wouldn't let this chance slip away and after all, you needed something to cool down.
With lightheaded steps you made your way to the crowd of people, who had made a circle to cheer up the dancers. Normally you wouldn't go to a street battle, because you always feared to get caught, but now you couldn't care less, because right in front of you, you saw beauty.

Beauty which couldn't be expressed in words.
The boy, tall and slender, moved his body to the beat like a god. His brow forrowed, concentrating on his cheography, seeming to have practised for this one moment. You couldn't bring yourself to look away. Ignoring the crowd around him, you pushed your way to the front. He had stopped dancing, taking a break and let other people dance,till he spotted you.
» (Y/n)? Never thought you would attend such a simple street battle.«, he mocked you, nonetheless a smile on his lips.
» And you would be?«, you asked in the same mocking manner. When he started, you could continue this rude game.

» Aish, that hurt my heart!«, he said dramatically, gripping his chest. You just laughed at his childish attitude and shook your head.
» I'm known as J-Hope.«, he smiled. » And you're (y/n). Everyone knows you, even thought you're seen very rarely.«
You chuckled at him, making him stop in his tracks and stare at your lips. He wanted to kiss them so badly. The sound of your laughter echoing in his ears, overdrowning the loud music and chants of the other people around both of you.
» Someone as great as me, isn't supposed to be seen very often, my dear Hope.«, you said, giving him a small smirk, which made him sweat more than he already was.
» Eh? Are you really that great as people are telling?«, he asked, ready to bring you the edge. You rolled your eyes at him, stepping closer to his body.
» Listen Punk, you're probably a newbie here, so I don't blame you for your foolish mouth, but no one questions my ability to dance.«, you whispered lowly in his ear. And wouldn't he had respect for you, he would have slammed his lips against yours.

From the moment he looked at you till now, he didn't understand where the sudden desire came from. Was it that soft lingering smirk on your lips, the way you moved your body, or the way you looked at him? J-Hope truly didn't know.
» Babe, you're hot when you do that.«, he grinned, what made you blush and rethink your actions. Stupid J-Hope. You weren't there to get more worked up than about your friend, who left you alone somehwere in nowhere.
» You're rude, you know that? How about you apologiese to me in giving me your real name? You sure ain't my hope.«, you said to the boy. It was almost funny to tease him and throw some sarcastic remarks at him.
» That sweet angel wants to know my name? Should I feel blessed?«, he mused, before stepping closer to you. You didn't take a step back, nor did you flinch – captivated by his intense star. His face leaned closer to yours, his breath brushing against your earlobe.
» Jung Hoseok. And baby, I bet you would think different, would you let me take care of you«, he breathed. Your breath was cought in your throat. His voice was sending chills down your spine, making it impossible not to stare at his lips and wonder how they would feel like on yours. Too soon he took a step back, leaving you starring at him with a look on your face, which made him growl. After seconds of trying to calm your thoughts, you stepped closer to him.
» We can make a deal. When you win, you're allowed to take care of me... when I win, well, we will see what I have in my mind for you,baby.«

With that, you made your way to the middle of the crowd, the people who were dancing making space for you.

You were determinded to show everyone your movements, that you hadn't gained fame in this scene without a reason and out of all people, Hoseok should see what you could do with your hips.
Letting the beat consume you and take all the worries away you had, you flashed Hoseok a cheeky grin, before starting to move your body. His eyes were glued to you, following every so little movement your body. It was hard for him not to simply lead you away from everyone else to steal kisses from your oh so sinful lips, take care of you till you would scream his name in pure bliss. But he had agreed to play your little game, had agreed to something he wasn't quite sure of what it was as long as he could watch you.
To say that he was turned on by now, would be an understatement.

You on the other hand nhad long forgotten about him, about the people around you and them chanting your name in extasy, there was only you and the beat. Carefully taken steps to the side, swaying of your hips, hand movements which all came naturally to you. You didn't think, you just did.

Suddenly you felt firm arms wrapping around your hips and a chest pressed at your back. You didn't have to look behind you, to know that it was Hoseok, the boy who couldn't take his eyes off of you the whole time. With a smirk he couldn't see, you started to grind into him, feeling him copy your movements seconds later.
The once so innocent dance of yours turned into something more sensual, moving your body along with Hoseok's. Parting at some moments to come crashing together again.
You could feel him getting turned on, would have laughed at him when you hadn't been in the same situation as him. The people watching you added more adrenaline, making you things you wouldn't have done in a sober state. Hoseok's arms around your hips, his sweet scent of vanille mixed with sweat, made you more drunk than any alcohlic beverage could.
» Hoseok, I want you.«, you whispered in his ear. For the people who watched you both it seemed like a dance move, but they didn't know what dirty nothings you whispered to each other. For Hoseok it was like a dream. He had waited for you to say something like that being totally turned on.
» Then let's go, baby.«, he said, before breaking apart from you and slowly leaving the circle which was formed around you, giving you the widest grin you had ever seen. You hastily followed him and when you had been walking down some streets, he finally pushed you against a wall, connecting his lips with yours.
His hands all over your body made you feel so so good, his lips moving against your mouth felt so much better as you imagined they would and you sweared to god, he could have taken you there and then, you wouldn't have minded.

Breaking the kiss both you panted heavily.
» Let's take this to my apartment where I can take better care of you.«, he whispered in your ear.
He won. But that didn't matter anymore, because now you only cared about his lips on yours, making your way to his.