My heart started to pound louder with every step I took towards our door. From the outside it appeared like everything was normal, clearly, I even thought about Glen being in class since it was way in the afternoon. I had some courses today too, in fact, I had more than a few, but settled to just ask for the notes from my friends when I'm done talking with Glen.

I took a deep breath before opening the door, then locking it after myself. Princess lazily tossed and turned around on the floor, it seemed like she was asking for some tummy rubs so I bent down to give her a quick pet when I noticed some things on the floor. There were all sorts of little stars made out of papers and half moons spanning towards our main room where our beds were. I left the cat and went to follow the papers, trying not to step on them, then looked up towards our beds and tables. The whole place was filled with multicoloured balloons, heart-shaped ones, just flying around or scotch taped to our furniture. Glen was seated on her bed looking at me with puppy eyes, in her hands a big corkboard with various pictures of us and some stickers to make it look even more ostentatious. I sighed at her exasperated attempt at fixing things between us.

“You're awful.” I said while putting my small bag on the floor, next to my bed “What if I didn't come home today?”
“Honestly I didn't think of that event.” she replied squinting slowly. 
“Fucking hell just put that thing down, I want to hug my best friend.”

I didn't have to ask her twice, she already put it away, almost jumping on me for a long hug. We were spinning around like some kids while I rubbed her back since I could hear her inhale and exhale sharply. It must have been hard for her, I couldn't even imagine how it must have felt like to keep this inside for so long. For some reason, it felt like our friendship became stronger because of this little fight. We never actually had a truly big fight, this wouldn't classify as one either, but it was pretty close to it.

“I'm like too afraid of showing my own apology after yours.” I said letting her go, only to get out two bottles of cheap wine from my bag “I mean, it is something.”
“It's perfect. Jeez, you will make me cry.”
“I mean, I would cry too but my eyes became so dry cause of yesterday.”
“I know. Let's drink now, we're both skipping today.”
“And you still have some explaining to do.” I was already getting out mascara from my makeup bag to open the first bottle since our wine opener was missing for a few days now.

“Uhm, okay? What do you want to know?”
“Everything. Like, when did it all start? Why didn't you tell me? Are you seeing someone now?”
“Well just noticed how pussies are better than dicks one day. And ever since then I didn't go back. Can't really explain how it started or why it just did. And now the girl who I was making out with, she was a hookup, nothing more.” I looked at her sceptically, her face was way too flushed for someone who was only talking about a fling “Okay, maybe I have a small crush, so what?”

“Tackle her and tell her how you feel?”

I poured in two glasses the wine and gave her one. We sat on the ground in front of each other playing a deadly game, white rug and wine never go well together, especially since Princess came to us asking for some attention.

“Can't do, she is a wild one, even wilder than me. Doesn't want a girlfriend.” she was pouting after taking a big gulp out of the glass “I will try breaking her in later.”

“And why was this a secret?”

She was talking for so long that I already finished my glass and was pouring another one by the time she finished. Now, with a calmer mind, I could understand her concerns, I wasn't sure either if I could just tell something like this when we first meet. And in my first year I wasn't exactly the most open-minded person around, guess it just stuck with her. I did my best not to act differently towards her, this didn't change the dynamic in our friendship so why should I make such a big deal out of it?

“So where did you stay yesterday? L's?”
“Okay you might want to drink that glass fast for this one.” she stared at me for a second then chugged down the glass, giving me back so I could refill it “I was sleeping at Hobi's place.”
“HEAVEN OF JESUS!” She shrieked, covering her mouth.
“Hoe turned out he's secretly some sort of millionaire. Has a whole ass apartment for himself.” before taking another big sip out of her glass “And we slept together.”

“Wow it was about fucking time!” she screamed “Does he have a big dick? Did you cum? How many times?”
“We didn't have sex.”

The air somehow became heavy between us, she stared, unmistakably hardly believing this, so to fill the silence I chugged down the remains of my drink.

“I know. Haven't kissed either. I don't know if I should be afraid or be happy.”
“Girl, both. Now we know for sure he doesn't want to just bang with you but to not even kiss? Isn't that weird? For how long have you been talking anyway?”
“Like-” I quickly calculated in my mind then replied, “maybe two months?”
“And how many dates?”
“Five for sure, but we randomly met on the campus a lot of times, sometimes ended up talking for an hour or so. But we talk a lot I guess. I don't know Glen, I'm confused.”
“Me too. I always kissed around the second or third date. And the dates happened in a maximum span of two weeks.”

“I'm happy though. He's fucking perfect.”

Even now I felt the blush sneaking up on my face, thinking about him but also because of the alcohol at this point.

We finished the two bottles far too soon, it was only afternoon, yet we were blasting music in our room and drunkenly danced and sang. We really had so much fun, especially when we went down to the kitchen since we were so loud and everyone looked at us like we were crazy. I guess not too many people got drunk by 6 PM on a Tuesday.

Everything was back to normal like nothing happened, and I was more than happy to tell Hobi about the magnificent outcome. He replied fast these days, earning even more confusion from my part. I thought he had tons of practice, but even with those, the maximum he took was maybe half an hour. I was worried that he was neglecting his practice time since I knew how much it meant for him, that's why I decided to randomly pay him another visit on Thursday.

After I worked on a new painting for the competition I got dressed and went to his academy once again. We were still talking on the phone via messages, I wanted to make sure he was really there so after some low-key questioning I visited him.

I shook my umbrella, letting the water drop on the floor and slowly crept open the door. It didn't make any noise, he didn't notice my presence. The music was playing, and he was moving perfectly in synch to the upbeat melody. My stomach made several flips seeing him in his element, wearing only a white sleeveless top and grey sweatpants. Every time he jumped it didn't make any noise on the hard wooden floor, graciously moving his hips, hands sliding down his body only to quickly move it away. I took a sharp breath and decided to answer him on my phone, after taking a few pictures. Fuck, he really looked gorgeous.

I watched him, as he turned his head quickly towards his bag, then ran towards it, crouching down to answer. I was so happy to see him wanting to talk with me fast, but at the same time, I knew his practice should be more important so I called out for him, slowly walking in.

“Jo!” he had a surprised expression on his face but only for a second. He smiled big at me, teeth showing, and jogged to me.

“Thought I'd give you a visit.” I told him as I took off my shoes “How are you feeling?”
“So much better.” I went in for a hug, but poured at me “I'm sweaty.”
“Nice to meet you Sweaty, I'm Jo.” 
“You did not just-”
“Oh but I did.”

We were both laughing hard at my lame joke, but I still got my hug in the end. I sat down at the end of the studio while he sat in front of me.

“I wanted to talk to you about something.”
“Should I be afraid?”
“Terrified.” I joked, before smiling at him “It's about your practice. I don't think we should talk when you're practising.

His smile slowly disappeared so I quickly continued before he would think something bad about me.

“I mean because I don't want to be a distraction, okay? It's important for you and I'm worried that you're wasting your time talking with me when you should exercise. We can always meet up after.”

In the beginning, my voice was overflowing with confidence, but looking into his eyes that bore into mine with such gravity it made me automatically look down. I only took glances at him while I fiddled with my hands, my voice becoming smaller at the end of my monologue. It was too silent for my liking, so I took another glance at him. He looked at me, a small smile on his face, while his eyes glowed from all the lights.

What happened next took me by surprise. Hoseok leaned in without leaving me a chance to breathe, the next thing I knew we softly kissing. He came as close as possible, pulling me gently in his lap, while I held him by the neck, mindlessly fiddling with his damp hair. Our kissing filled in the silence in the studio, but every time our lips parted for a millisecond I had to take a deep breath, because I couldn't control my enthusiasm at all. His hands wandered around my body, caressing my back and sometimes grabbing more forcefully my thigh, making me unintentionally rub on him a little.

“No grinding.” he whispered on my lips.
“Sor-”

He cut me off with an even more intense kiss, tongue tracing lazy circles with mine. I had to keep my cool at all costs, but controlling my body was harder than I thought, so after I started wiggling he just held me down a little harder. Still, his mouth was skilfully moving against mine, earning a small moan from me.

“Shit, you really can't control yourself at all, can you?” he cussed giving me a small peck on my cheek. I gulped, seeing nothing innocent in that kiss.
“It's your fault.”

“Hmmm…” he slowly traced his nose along my jaw right back to my lips “Needy baby.”
“Shit, this is really not the place nor time to call me those two words.”

“Oh, I like learning new things about you every day.” Hoseok's eyes were mischievously gleaning.
“Me too Mr Sadist. Now let me go.”

He chuckled slightly letting me crawl back away from his lap. He leaned in for another short kiss, this time innocent, then walked back to start the music again. My eyes were focused on him, slowly dropping to his noticeable bulge, fuck. I could see a little outline of his dick, making me push my legs together even more, but I could still feel the arousal in my panties.

“Like what you see?”

I looked up to meet his eyes. By this point I was positive my face was red beyond belief, pupils dilated to the maximum. He smirked at me from the mirror, hands trailing down towards his pants to play with the fabric around his hips.

“How many times did you even caught me staring?”
“A day or just in general?” he asked laughing loudly, which made me scoff “Far too many, pumpkin.”
“Call me pumpkin one more time and I will hit you.”
“That is if you can reach until my face.” I gaped at him, not believing he just called me a midget because I was shorter than him by a head “Then I'll stick to the baby.”
“Then what should I call you?” he looked at me for a second in the mirror before pressing the play button.
“Boyfriend would be nice.”

My mouth was once again agape by how boldly he could say and do all these things like he just didn't care about the consequences. Probably because he really didn't. Hoseok smiled at me kindly one last time before starting to practice the same choreography again and again. I wasn't sure for how many minutes, or even hours, I watched him move, but I never got tired with it. My eyes were following his every move, completely mesmerized by how fluidly he could swing his body, the control he had over every step. It looked like he had no bones at one point, I even questioned myself if I saw that correctly. To me, it seemed flawless, but he still started over every time with a focused expression, sometimes smirking at the mirror or flashing a big grin. He owned this. Owned me too, because it felt like I was falling for him more and more, the longer I watched him dance.