Leap of Faith: BTS Hyung Line FF

Dance Partner

"Winnie? Are you okay?"
"Where is she staying, Hana? I know you know. Don't lie to me again."
"Mr. Cary."
"Tell me. I'll find her one way or another."
"Go to hell."

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Winter settled down on the hardwood floor of the dance studio, sitting cross-legged with the arm belonging to her recently injured shoulder resting comfortably in her lap.

Her dark chocolate eyes scanned the room. It was the first time she had been brought into the dance studio, which felt like an entirely foreign space to her.

Hoseok stole glances at her as he stretched in front of the mirror.

The doctor said her arm would be okay in a week or so, but after only a couple of days, he knew it had to still be hurting her. It made him angry knowing she was in pain, that her father pulled her arm so hard that he dislocated her shoulder.

His anger over her injury wasn't the only thing that weighed on his mind as of late. Her closeness to Jin became more obvious by the day, and it kept Hoseok awake at night, tossing and turning, longing and yearning.

He tried to shove all of those thoughts from his mind as he rose to his feet. Hoseok quickly mapped out the steps, moving slowly, casually. Once he was comfortable, he really began to dance.

Winter watched in awe, her lips silently parted as her eyes followed his every move. Hoseok danced so skillfully, so elegantly, like his body was made for it. Every movement was fluid, natural, and it was exciting her more than she would ever care to admit.

At some point during his dance, he noticed her staring. He would be lying to himself if he said he wasn't just a little relieved that he could capture her attention still.

Knowing she was watching intently, Hoseok began to change things up a little. His dancing changed to something sexier, more sultry; his hips rolled in time with the music.

One look in the mirror told him his tactic was working. Her cheeks were flushed, lips pressed together now as she stared at him, at his every step and turn.

When one of his hands went to the back of his neck and the other went to his belt, Hoseok rolled his body, starting at his chest and following through his hips.

"Hoseok oppa," Winter called his name when she had enough. Her hands wrung together in her lap.

"Hm?" He turned back to her, slightly sweating from the intense movements. Her face was pink, from cheek to cheek, over the bridge of her nose. It really was driving him crazy.

"I..." Winter furrowed her brow, turning her gaze down to avoid his knowing eyes. "I'm sorry. Ignore me."

He wondered what she wanted to say, even if he had an idea. Wanting to push her limits, Hoseok crossed the wood floor to crouch down in front of her. He pushed his damp bangs back from his face.

"Did you like it?"

"Yes," she nodded her head, her bangs blocking his view of her eyes. Hoseok lifted a hand to push them out of the way, tucking them behind her ear.

"Why are you shy now?" He asked, thumb brushing over her cheek gently. "You can ask me to touch you if that's what you want, Winter."

"I..." She swallowed nervously, finally tilting her head up enough for her eyes to meet his. Her blush darkened on her cheeks, her body heating up even more with his words.

"Tell me what you want," he urged her, thumb moving over her jawline, finding its way to her bottom lip. "Go on, Winter. Tell me."

"I want..." Winter whimpered, the words catching briefly in her throat like she didn't want them to escape. "I want you to touch me, Hoseok."