Dirty Dance Practice • Vhope

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Taehyung slams the door, tears streaming down his face in an endless pool.

How could Hoseok say such things about him? They'd always been close. If fact, Taehyung had prided himself on being the closest to the elder. What had changed?

Taehyung walks into the bathroom and locks the door, sliding down till he was sat on the cold tile floor. The tears and snot continue to flow despite Taehyung's efforts to hold them in. He was so confused and hurt.

Hoseok is the love of his life, he's sure of it, and yet the elder hadn't noticed his pain and, instead, caused him more.

After moping, Taehyung dragged himself off the floor and into the shower. The warm water washes away his dried tears and sweat. It washes way Hoseok's scent that was still clung to Taehyung's neck where he'd kissed him.

Taehyung cries more, his tears blending with the falling water until they look nonexistent. Just how they looked to the orange headed dancer that crushed Taehyung's heart moments ago.

Taehyung turns off the water, not even bothering to wipe off his body. He walks over to the mirror and wipes of the thick layer of fog to see his pathetic reflection. Tilting his chin back and forth, Taehyung examines his unblemished face, searching for something, anything that could make Hoseok not like him. True, he doesn't believe he's the most attractive member, but surely Hoseok doesn't find him that unattractive.

Right?

Sighing, Taehyung wraps his towel around his hips and exits the bathroom. He walks down the hall towards his bedroom, slowly. Scared to face the elder after his outburst. What if Hoseok yells at him again?

Taehyung doesn't thing he can survive another insult from the other. His heart can only take so much rejection, insults only rub salt into his wounds.

Taehyung sucks in a huge breath, You can do this. It's your bedroom too.

After saying a quick prayer, Taehyung walks into the room, the elder remains in the same spot he left him seeming completely unfazed by their dispute.

Taehyung ducks his head and walks past Hoseok's bed to his closet to get some clothes. He rummages through the closet as fast as he can so he can escape the tension in the air that makes it almost impossible to breathe properly.

After grabbing a giant, light pink sweater, Taehyung closes the door softly and heads to his dresser, bending to the bottom drawer for a pair of clean boxers. A sharp intake of air pauses Taehyung's search, his whole body freezes completely.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Hoseok sits scrolling through his phone. He takes a second to subtly glance at the younger. When his eyes flicker up, he is met with the sight of Taehyung wearing nothing but a towel, completely bent over, his tan legs and perfectly curved hips on full display.

Hoseok involuntarily sucks in a break at the gorgeous sight. How can someone be so perfect?

Taehyung's whole body goes rigid when he hears the slightest noise from the elder, his feet seeming glued to the floor in apprehension. What's wrong? What did he do wrong this time? A storm of questions swarm the younger's head as he waits for another crude insult.

Seconds pass in silence. Taehyung, too afraid to move a muscle, instead stays in his position reaching for a pair of dark pink boxers that match his sweater perfectly.

Taehyung jumps slightly and stiffens when he feels a cold hand touch his hip gently.

Buh-bum. Buh-bum. Buh-bum.

Taehyung is sure that his heartbeat can be heard all throughout the room, his anxiety proceeding to kick up to full blast.

What is happening? Why is Hoseok touching him again? Taehyung is so confu-

Suddenly, Taehyung is spun around to face a dark-faced Hoseok. Too afraid to argue or fight back, Taehyung just looks up through his lashes at the elder who wears a slightly pained expression.

"I know I'm going to regret this, but I just can't fucking help myself." Hoseok breathes out the last part.

Taehyung's brain jumbles even more at Hoseok's anguished voice.

"W-wha-"

Before Taehyung can utter a response, Hoseok's lips crash onto his.

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What's the word, mah bitches😜😜

This was a short chap and I wrote in like fifteen min...and it's unedited so sorry for the mistakes

Tbh this story wasn't planned to be long (originally just a one-shot but I'm an extra hoe so I dragged it out) so honestly there might only be one or two parts left.

Since that's the case, I'll be able to dedicate more time to Locker Room and maybe publish something else I've been working on, maybe not...

We'll see~😯

Till then, babies😗💖💖