🌺^ uh-oh he looks like he's ready to wreck someone's shit 🙈🙉🙊
Hoseok stares at his hands, tapping and humming under his breath. His leg was bouncing like crazy under the elegant table, dressed with a white, velvety table cloth. He was leaned back in his chair, having shifted in his seat for the fifth time since he'd arrived for the reservation.
Shit, he was nervous.
He really didn't have much of an appetite and knew he probably wouldn't be able to eat very much. Luckily for him, he was in an American restaurant, where they let you take food home. He was especially glad considering the exquisite prices they charge.
His fingers trail over the utensils on the table, the silky folded napkins, the thin stems of the glasses filled evenly with sparkling golden champagne. He heard heels clicking and his heart jumped in his throat when her warm figure moved from the aesthetic shadows of the restaurant.
Grace's long sleek legs emerged first, her feet clad in heels, her skin smooth and buttery, glistening like she was a trophy to be won. She wore a red, figure-hugging dress, which modestly complimented the curves of her hips and accentuated her breasts just a bit. Her hair was worn out, her beautiful curls sitting on her shoulders, Hoseok admiring the light tones of the highlights she had. She had a purse in her clutch, which of course matched her outfit. She struts her way over, offering a smile to him.
Hoseok adjusted his blazer as he sat up, smiling back at her, but trying not to do it too much. He forced himself to remember what he'd rehearsed with Jimin and Yoongi. He gets up and pulls her chair out for her, "Thank you," her sweet voice responded. Hoseok nodded, trying not to think too much about how soft it sounded, now. Just three days ago he was in one of her studios watching her chew out one of her dancers with a mighty bark.
"This place is nice, Hobi. You made a good choice." She hummed, looking around the dimly lit floor, a hushed murmur could be heard from other distant tables.
He shrugged, feeling a bit awkward, Jimin said he really had no idea how to take a compliment. "I wanted our first date to be nice." He replied simply as she picked up her menu, he looked at her pretty nails. Grace didn't like wearing artificial nails, so she grew them naturally, and they were usually painted neutral or modest colors, but tonight they had a dark crimson theme to them, even some black designs to accompany the red.
It was their first date, but it was far from their first encounter. As a matter of fact, Grace and Hoseok knew each other on a much more personable level. They were both very big names in the industry for years, and knew of each other for a long time before they finally got to meet. They became friends, then collaborative partners, even toured the world performing together. He helped get her dance company off the ground and she helped diversify his dancing. They made a great team.
Because both the dancers covered a range of genres and music, and especially knowing each other for so long, things were bound to get... arousing. Exactly a week ago, before Grace agreed to a date with him, the two had shared yet another intimate encounter.
At first it started off as sexual tension, they would instruct classes, go through routines, and choreograph for other stars and one person would always feel the gaze of the other. At first they pretended not to notice it from one another. At first, Hoseok was sure it was one of the dance students or trainees that were making eyes at him. Surely he was just imagining her doing it, and would opt to focus on choreography as best he could. But the way Grace would move her body...
Every jolt of her hips, roll of her shoulders, or step of her foot.... It just flowed, smooth like a stream of water. And yet she had so much skill, technique, attitude, swagger, class - whatever she needed for a performance she brought it to everyone's attention. It was enticing, watching her move in her element, looking so sexy as she moved through every step with hardly an issue.
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FanfictionWhat would life be like if all the members of BTS were in relationships with black girls? Interested in wholesome slice-of-life excerpts? This is for you! *Each member is assigned an original character as their spouse/counterpart in these excerpts!*
