✔️Dirty Dancing | Jung Hoseok

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Realizing that he's said too much, the boy quiets down and brings silence to the room.

A moment later he try's explaining his point again, "I know I shouldn't have done that, I would never do anything like that to a stranger on purpose! I'm sorry! I was planning on tripping you and getting up to catch you before you could fall— I had this whole thing planned out where I would spin you around and then like do some salsa or something to get a fun mood going— but then my leg gave out and—"

"Your leg gave out?" I cut off, staring the boy down with worried eyes, doing a full one 180 and becoming concerned with his wellbeing.

Sure I was one to speak out when things were wrong but I was a caring person before anything (well not to sound egotistical but that's personally how I view myself.) I knew that Hoseok was the type to overthink and he always went out of his way to make sure that everything he did was accounted for, he was responsible. I had known him for only a couple days now but he was like an open book, and, you know what they say, the loudest people hide the largest insecurities.

I couldn't help but to put two and two together, Hoseok was overanalyzing this situation, he knew that I was his one shot at a great final grade and he couldn't bare thinking that he would fail. And that broke my heart... so I changed the topic.

"I-uh... yeah?" The boy questions, a little confused at my mood swing, "Don't worry about it... it happens all the time..."

"Hoseok, your leg giving out is not normal," with a distressed sigh I stand up and rush over to his side, taking a seat in between his legs but maintaining distance, he doesn't lift his arms from in between his legs. "Let me take a look, I took a short nursing course over the summer so I can tell if there's a problem. Which leg was it?"

Hoseok fumbles around with his words and looks around the room frantically only to quickly grab a jacket and lay it over his bottom half. I couldn't help but think of it as weird but I ignore it and move on, he had emotional baggage I'm sure, I wasn't going to question it. Maybe he ripped his pants or something, I wasn't going to embarrass him.

Hoseok rolls up the leg of his right sweatpant up to his knee and rubs his tense muscles there, "It's nothing really, probably from practice."

I take a look at his bruised leg and then turn my attention to his other leg, rolling up the cuff slightly and noticing that it as well was bruised. I bite my lip at that, Hoseok was overexerting his energy, "How often do you practice,
Hoseok?"

The boy pouts but his adorable dimples disappear the moment I lay my hand on his leg and massage his unusually tense muscles (knowing that that was the only thing that would help). The boy groans and huffs lowly at the unexpected pain but continues on to reply, "Everyday, at least 3 hours a day, up to 6."

I can't help but laugh at that and roll down his pant legs for him, I scoot away from the boy and to my laptop, "That explains it, we can take the day off today, if you want, we'll just practice in a couple days from now instead."

Hoseok is quick to shut me down, "NO! I don't have any other day to work, I have idol training and everything so just let me just go to the bathroom and then we can start!"

As the boy gets up and turns his back to me I shoot him a teasing smile, "By how often you say you're a trainee, I'd think that you're trying to impress me or something."

"Why not?" The boy asks quietly, still walking and back facing me, "It works on other girls so I might as well give it a shot."

I laugh at that and the boy opens the door on his way out, he turns his body every so slightly into my direction, "I'm going to the vending machine on my way back, want anything?"

"...n-no..." my face erupts into the redness it was demonstrating moments before.

Hoseok pouts and leaves the room, a little confused to my outburst of color.

I watch the door shut behind him before falling backwards onto the ground...

...thinking about Hoseok's bulging erection that had made itself prominent in front of my eyes the short second Hoseok turned to face me............ and what he would do in the bathroom to deal with it...

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I've been writing really suggestive content recently I don't really understand why lmao

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