Dahmo one-shots :)

Move

A/N: This is my own idea prompted by me watching some Dahmo compilations and Twice's cover of Taemin's Move.

Dahyun can't think straight (A/N: She thinkin' gay). Her eyes move from the front of the stage, from the silhouettes of thousands of people to the girl that stood only slightly in front of her just as the beat dropped.

Her voice was angelic, gliding over the notes effortlessly along with the gentle sway of her body. Dahyun couldn't keep her eyes off her hips as they moved. She forgot herself and instead moved her consciousness to hover near Momo. This had never happened during practices. What was going on?

Dahyun knew at this point she was supposed to look into the camera as it passed her, maintaining a charismatic aura about her. But with Momo dancing in front of her like that, she couldn't. Her eyes were laser beams tracing their target which happened to be Momo's muscular arms, to her shoulders and down to her core. Everything about her was perfect in that moment. Dahyun didn't want the moment to end.

When it was Dahyun's turn to sing, she couldn't bring herself to open her mouth. The music continued to thrum in her ears, but rather than a silent vocal line like she expected, the melody was filled once more with the breathy tones of Momo's voice as she continued Dahyun's line for her.

Dahyun felt her cheeks heat up as Momo turned away from the audience, causing Chaeyoung and Mina to glance nervously to the side. This wasn't part of the routine.

Dahyun's ears seemed to go numb, the only sound entering being Momo's voice.

"Under the dark lights your moves captivate me."

She was looking directly at Dahyun. At nobody else. Like Dahyun was the only one in the whole stadium. Like Momo was dancing just for her.

As Momo moved closer and closer, each move of her body dragging Dahyun's eyes along with it, neither girl noticed the jeering and yelling of the crowd. They ignored the looks of urgency from Mina and Chaeyoung.

For Momo it was only Dahyun. For Dahyun it was only Momo.

It wasn't long before Momo's soft hands were snaking their way around Dahyun's waist, gently swaying her hips along with her own. Dahyun could feel the light sheen of sweat along Momo's skin as her own arms reached for her neck.

Momo's eyes were deep and Dahyun was falling into them. She wasn't going to hold onto the edge any longer.

Momo continued to sing, over the top of Chaeyoung and Mina's lines, her head tilting to the side as she reached one hand to move the mic away from her mouth. She leaned in, her breath tickling Dahyun's feverish skin. Her lips grazed against her ear.

"It's alright," She whispered in time with the music, the melody silent. She reached her hand to Dahyun's own mic, pulling it out of the way. "Look straight at me."

Then it was Momo's mouth. Dahyun had kissed her before. Many times, but this was different. It was slow, desperate, hot. Momo's hands explored her stomach, every touch leaving fire in its path. Dahyun felt as though she could barely breathe, but she knew if Momo pulled away, she would suffocate.

Dahyun's hands moved on their own, tangling in Momo's soft hair. Momo's tongue danced with her own, her teeth nipping at her lips. There was no other feeling in Dahyun's body save for the places that were touched by Momo.

There were hands on them from every side, trying to pull them away from each other, but Momo pulled Dahyun closer, her mouth and teeth exploring her jaw. The little noises of concentration emitted from Momo couldn't be heard, but Dahyun could feel the vibrations from her chest.

The song was over. But Momo wasn't finished. Dahyun could feel her frustration at the lack of skin revealed on her neck and shoulders due to her costume.

The hands came again. The lights were down. They were pulling them off the stage. Pulling them away from each other.

"WHAT THE HELL!" Chaeyoung's voice invaded Dahyun's senses, but her eyes remained on Momo. Never looking away. Her hair was a mess. Her lipstick smudged, her pupils dilated  and her chest rising and falling rapidly. Every little move she made, caused Dahyun to fall in love over and over again.

"YOU WERE ON STAGE! IN FRONT OF MILLIONS!"

Momo's eyes dipped to Dahyun's chest for a split second, a smirk appearing on her lips. The little tilt from the left side that made Dahyun's thoughts run wild. Her own smile started to spread cross her face, her cheeks red and flustered. This wasn't over. Dahyun could already feel the ghosts of Momo's future kisses along her chest and stomach.

"WE'RE GONNA GET KILLED. GUYS!"

Dahyun was falling in love again as Momo pulled herself away from who she could only guess was Mina holding her back. 

"ARE YOU GUYS EVEN LISTENING? THIS IS SERIOUS!"

She opened her arms and Momo walked right into them, her hands fitting perfectly around her waist and her head almost clicking into place in the crook of her neck.

"Race you to the change rooms for cuddles." Momo whispered, cheekily with a little giggle before running away from a stunned Mina and Chaeyoung.

Everything about Momo made Dahyun fall in love over and over again.

She ran after her, the ghosts of the kisses she knew she would receive later on that night following too.

A/N: Low key want to turn this into a multichaptered fic... What you guys think?

Hope you enjoyed it :)