N I N E
"can you teach me a choreography?"
she asked fifteen minutes earlier.
a movement in which she had to use her hands, almost tut, she didn't understand. she also didn't understand how he could so sweetly agree to teaching her.
he stood behind her with his chest to her back.
the carving of his muscles against her, warming her face with a pink shade, his rough hands on hers intructing her own.
her heartbeat almost went over the speed limit by the feels. he could feel it too when they slightly made contact. he chuckled when she widened her loveable eyes. "move your hands like this, got it?"
like she thought before, she was learning to walk on her own. maybe having someone to walk with wouldn't be so bad.
"got it."
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HIM
Poetrya recollection of all those times they spent just loving one another hoseok © SACCHARINEYKH
