Original Request: ocherryxlimeadeo (Smut)B-Bomb gets possessive of you to the point he leaves quite a few marks on you.
The front of your shirt was soaked in sweat. Breath heavy to the sway of your hips. The hand around your waist gripped tighter to your surprise. You were too caught up in trying to follow your teacher’s movements to notice your boyfriend.
Minhyuk had let himself into the dance room to see you and your teacher still practicing. You had taken interest in dancing which delighted him to no end. He had volunteer himself to teach you to which you had rejected. Enough were the schedules and practices. You had found a teacher instead which you had been practicing quite a few different music genres.