Luer du Soleil

"Dance with me, Hoseokie hyung?" He stared down at Taehyung's hand, reaching out for him, for a chance, for something Hoseok didn't know he could give him. But he breathed in, letting Taehyung's melodic voice wash over him- echoing into every crevice of his psyche. He was burning. The ballroom held no one but them, and Hoseok could hear his own footsteps echoing as he stepped closer, letting Taehyung take his hand. His heart thrummed at their proximity, unfamiliar with the feeling of being vulnerable in someone's hands. He felt electric.

"Please...."

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"You hate me." was the sentence that cut through their silence. Yoongi simply shook his head, calloused thumb rubbing against the soft skin along the crook of Hoseok's neck, and he shuddered, feeling a pulse full of life and excitement under his skin. A crooked smile found its way on his face, and he brought another hand to hold Hoseok's cheek, fingers gently running along his lips, eyes shining.

" No." He said. "Not at all."

He felt as if the room was burning.

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l u e r d u s o l e i l ......

" g l o w o f t h e s u n "

s t a t u s :: i n c o m p l e t e

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