"Those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music."

- Friedrich Nietzsche

The morning came too early. Hoseok's limbs were heavy, his eyes stuck together even though he was conscious. He couldn't hear much, just a tap that leaked rhythmically. Taking a deep breath, he scrunched his brows.

Since when did his room smell like cherries and cigarettes, he wondered.

His body jolted with realisation, his eyes opening immediately as he looked to his left only to find the bed empty. He sat up quickly, taking in his surroundings and confirming that he had indeed spent the night at Migyung's.

Running a hand over his face, he decided to get out of the bed and made good use of the ensuite bathroom before wearing his pants and venturing out. He found the living room empty and the kitchen behind the wall empty as well. On a second glance though, he found fresh coffee in the coffee pot.

Remembering the last night's blunder though, he left the kitchen and moved towards the only door in the apartment he had never been to.

The door wasn't closed all the way and he could hear music spilling out. It was classical and even though he wasn't sure of the name of the song, he knew it was a piano tune. He knew the difference between a real piano and an electronic one.

Pushing the door cautiously, his eyes took in the scene. It was a dance studio. A small one but it had everything. From the bar handle, to a mat at one corner and a stereo in another. The wall on his left was a floor to ceiling mirror and in the centre twirled the ballerina.

Migyung had a black lacey leotard on, a little skirt covering her butt and she wore tights beneath. She stood on her toes and then went flat on her feet. Her arms moved in the air gracefully, her face alight with emotions.

Hoseok was dazzled.

He continued to watch her, leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed and a smile on his face. Migyung smiled back when she caught his eyes and came to a slow stop as the music gradually faded. It wasn't too extravagant, a simple ending but Hoseok sure considered it the best.

"Good morning," Migyung said, grinning as she walked towards the door, bending to pick up a water bottle.

"Good morning," Hoseok replied. "You look better than you did last night."

She hummed, her grin not dimming as she took a step closer to him. "I feel better. Your cuddles are magic."

He chuckled, pushing away from the door and taking a step forward. It brought him closer to her. Close enough to touch her.

She closed her eyes, her smile softening when he cupped her face with his right hand. The fingers of his left hand grazed lightly along her arm.

"This is the first time I'm seeing you in daylight," his words made her open her eyes and take another step forward. Now she had her hands on his waist.

"Does it make a difference?" she asked in a whisper, taking a shuttered breath when he closed the gap between them, their bodies now touching.

"You still look as beautiful as the night I met you."

Despite herself, Migyung blushed, sinking her teeth in her bottom lip to not look like a smiling fool.

"I'm covered in sweat."

"Gimme two minutes and I'll join your sweat party," he argued back, making her tip her head back and laugh.

"How about I take a shower and cook you breakfast?" she asked instead, trying to bargain.

He pretended to think, his hand playing with the hair that had escaped her bun. "You don't want to see me dance? I'm here in the flesh. Not everyone is lucky enough to get a private show from the Jung Hoseok."

Her eyes narrowed as she spread her palms over his chest, feeling his heart beating steadily beneath her fingers. "Mr. Jung, are you trying to impress me? Is this some kind of mating dance?"

A devilish smirk took over his face, his head bending to come level with her face. "It's a mating dance if you join me. Will you?"

She gulped, feeling her blood rushing through her body, her face hot. It had nothing to do with her physical exertion but everything to do with the man in front of her. Still, two could play the game.

Migyung moved her face closer, pressing her lips slightly against his ear and whispered, "I need to know how capable you are first. I don't participate in the dance without knowing my partner isn't as good as he pretends to be."

He jerked back, his eyes burning with a fire as he snapped his fingers and pointed his finger at her. "You better keep your eyes open. I'm going to make you lose your mind."

Migyung laughed again, watching him with hearts in her eyes as he went over to the stereo and searched for a song through her phone.

"All the best, Hoseok. Don't disappoint me," she called out, sitting down on the floor, her back against the glass wall. He smiled rakishly at her, winking as he did some warm up just as the first beats of the song started playing.

It was a hip hop song and although Migyung liked the genre just fine, she didn't know the name of the song. Yet, she was entranced as she watched Hoseok dance, his body moving fluidly, on beat. It was as if he wasn't driven by the music but he was the music.

She had seen him dance before. Hwayoung often made her sit through year end music award shows and music videos of different groups. She had always known he was a good dancer but watching him before her, she could confirm that he was one of the best she had ever seen.

The moves were difficult, she knew but the way he moved, they looked so easy. He made dancing look so easy and she knew it took years to become so natural at something. The way he smiled and the way his expressions changed with the music, it felt like he wasn't even in this world anymore. He looked like he was in his own personal heaven.

And Migyung understood that. She knew what it felt like to dance with abandon with the only intention of doing nothing but just that. Dance.

He came to a smooth stop after a while and smiled at Migyung breathing hard. "So, you wanna join me?"

She watched him pull the hem of his shirt and wipe the sweat off his brow. Migyung didn't mean to ogle but she couldn't help it. He was right in front of her, letting her watch his hard chest and abs.

His body was not extraordinary. He was just very lean and strong and muscled and hot as fuck. The little trail of hair beneath his belly button that disappeared in the waistband of his pants was especially sexy.

Migyung gulped and looked away. She didn't think she had ever found a person's body hair attractive and thinking like this about him felt like a disrespect. Especially when he had been so good to her, respecting her boundaries and just being there for her.

Clearing her throat and ignoring his smug smile and twinkling eyes, she got up and said, "I'll just go and whip up something for us to eat." She was sure she was pink in the face. She had had enough time to cool down.

Hoseok caught her wrist and spinned her around. "Hey, everything okay?"

"Yeah," she answered, trying not to melt into him. She certainly liked melting into his arms the night before.

"Then why deny dancing with me? It's barely six in the morning."

"Because I'm not very good at freestyle hip hop. I'm much better with contemporary," she reasoned and despite herself, she stepped closer to him as if trying to soak up all his warmth.

Her answer brought the smile back on his face. "You don't have to be good. I'm not asking you to compete with me, just asking you to dance and I'm pretty sure we'll be just fine doing the non-drunk version of dry humping."

Migyung barked out a surprised laugh, Hoseok chuckling with her. Seeing no point in arguing with him and how there was another song playing now, she wound her arms around his neck. His hands naturally fell to her waist and they started dancing, swinging side by side, feeling the music.

Eventually their position changed, their moves somehow syncing. His hands were now pressing into her hips. One on her hand stayed on his arm while the other was behind her, her fingers teasing the hair at the nape of his neck.

The music changed, became sultry. The temperature wasn't cool anymore, sweat drenched them, their bodies hot to touch and yet, they weren't close enough.

Her arms moved up above her head, matching the beat, her instincts taking over. Her eyes closed on their own, giving herself to the rhythm only to fly open when his fingers reached out to hers, dragging them down her arms ever so slowly. She shuddered at the feeling, gasping when they slid so sensually over the sensetive skin.

She felt his hands going down her shoulders, tracing the neckline of her leotard as he went further down. She wore a slip underneath but had never felt so exposed as she did now, his hands dancing over her waist as he made her move to his own rhythm.

She let her hands fall on his, twining their fingers as she spread his long fingers over her abdomen. Gosh! She loved his touch. It was so very addictive and she wanted more of it.

Her head fell back on his shoulder, her head turning to nuzzle into his neck. He gasped as her breath hit his neck, making him shiver and his grip to tighten. She moaned into his neck, the sound somehow making to his ear over the blaring music.

He made a bold move then, guiding her body to roll with him, his pelvis hitting her ass. It sent a jolt of pleasure through his body and he looked up into the mirror to see her biting her lip, her eyes closed tightly as she pressed back into him even more. The sight of it all made his mind go haywire, it was too hot.

While he was engrossed in just moving along to the music, she felt a little disheartened he didn't continue with their dirty dancing. She turned around in his arms, surprising him, breaking the rhythm but she didn't care.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, her nose almost touching his as she breathed on his lips. Her eyes were focused on his open lips, panting as he stared at her lips in return.

"Can I kiss you?" she asked in a mere whisper but it made to him, his eyes flying up to look into her eyes. He saw a craving in them, a craving different from when she pulled out a cigarette. A craving only for him.

He simply nodded and in the next beat, he pressed his lips against hers. It felt like finally all the pieces of the puzzle fell in place.

The kiss was slow, soft. Warm sunlight poured through the window welcoming a new day. Migyung's fingers tightly gripped his shoulders as if afraid he would go away.

But when she opened her lips under him, any thought of running away left him. There was no way he would because kissing someone before had never felt so peaceful.

He held her head gently in one hand, the other pressing against her lower back, pulling her closer. Her lips soft and plush underneath his kissed him a little harder and he let her.

When they parted away, Migyung took a gasping breath, lightly caressed Hoseok's glistening, red lips, lingering a little on the mole on his upper lip before looking up at him with a smile.

"You taste like sunshine," she let out breathily.

He chuckled, feeling so light and free as he pressed his forehead against hers. "You have tasted sunshine?"

"No, but I'm pretty sure it tastes like you," she answered without hesitation. It made the man groan, his face burning.

"Oh God, you need to shut up and just kiss me."

"Gladly."

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A/N:

You may now say that escalated quickly though I don't feel like it.

I hope you liked this chapter and I know I took a while to update but I was a bit busy, so hope you understand.

Thank you for reading!