❈hoseok x reader ❈genre: angst + dancer!au + roommates!au ❈word count: 7843 ❈warnings: sexual references + language ❈ pt. 2
“I know you’re in love with him.”
There’s an ache in your heart, a hole, desperately needing to be filled, unwilling, unable, to actually ask for that. Nostalgia colors your voice, wanting what cannot be, wanting what you had.
The mirrors reflected his every movement, every breath, every huff, every sly glance, every drop of sweat that falls down his face and traces the veins of his neck. The music falls through him, entangles with his soul and runs through his every artery. You see the way his chest rises and falls, and the rhythm pulses through him in waves of gold magic, and he contorts his body in a way that seems almost painfully difficult but he is at ease. Hoseok’s face, a mask of cold, empty passion, doesn’t flush red like yours does when you dance and instead remains calm. Here, he is in his place of ultimate happiness, his metaphorical heaven of meadows and blue skies and flowers and butterflies. The soft tap of his feet of his feet as he flips across the room and the swaying of his dancer’s hips and the flourish of his hands as he leaps through the air, these all make him seem more lively.
The music speaks to him and ends, and you are left staring in awe, and you feel winded; your soul has left your body to try to find where his goes when he dances.