The room was dim, the only light coming from the muted glow of the fairy lights strung along the edges of the walls, twinkling softly like distant stars. It was late, much later than it shouldāve been. The only sound filling the room was the steady, haunting melody I was playing on the piano.
It wasnāt the kind of music I usually wrote. It wasnāt the kind of music IĀ wantedĀ to write. But tonight, the dark thoughts in my mind and the frustration with the song I couldnāt finish had twisted into something sinister, something raw.
My fingers moved almost mechanically over the keys, playing the same sad, minor chords over and over again. I wasnāt sure what I was trying to say with it anymore, but it felt... right in the moment. The loneliness. The ache. The pull of something I couldnāt name.
I wasnāt sure how long Iād been playing, but I had lost track of time hours ago. I felt cold. Tired. Empty. And yet, I couldnāt stop.
I froze, fingers hovering over the keys as Hueningkaiās voice broke through the fog in my mind. His tone was soft, hesitant. He stepped into the room, his figure a shadow against the light.
I swallowed, trying to blink away the tiredness in my eyes, but I couldnāt quite shake the feeling of heaviness. āIām fine,ā I said, my voice sounding hollow even to myself. āJust... working.ā
Hueningkai took a step closer, frowning as he glanced at the piano. His gaze softened when he saw the way my hands hovered over the keys. āYouāve been here a while.ā
āYeah. Iām... stuck.ā
He didnāt say anything right away, just continued to study me with those warm, brown eyes of his. The silence stretched between us, thick and uncomfortable. Finally, he spoke again.
āMaybe you need to take a break,ā he suggested gently. āYouāve been at this for hours.ā
I shook my head, hands returning to the keys, the slow, minor tune crawling its way back out of me. āI canāt. I need to finish it. Itās not... right. Not yet.ā
He smiled, a small, reassuring smile. Without saying another word, he crossed the room, walking toward the corner where a lamp sat. He flicked the switch, and the room shifted instantly. The harshness of the dark was replaced by a softer, warmer light. The soft golden glow reflected off the walls, the shadows now dancing playfully around us.
āI think you need a change of pace,ā he said, turning back to me.
With a sigh, I lifted my hands off the keys and turned toward him, meeting his gaze.
āCome on. Letās dance. Just for a moment.ā
The wordĀ danceĀ hung in the air like a question. I almost wanted to roll my eyes. A dance? Really? I was supposed to just get up, move around, and magically feel better? He was kidding, right? I crossed my arms over my chest, a silent challenge.
āI donāt know,ā I said, looking back at the piano, āsounds a little cheesy, donāt you think?ā
Hueningkai didnāt seem deterred. If anything, he walked towards me, his voice dropping into that playful, coaxing tone that I couldnāt ignore.
āCome on, Y/N. Just one dance. It doesnāt have to be anything big. Just for a few minutes. You deserve it. Trust me, the song will still be here when youāre done. But you need to clear your head, right?ā
āYouāre not even gonna try?ā he asked, a playful challenge in his voice. āCome on, just for me. I promise I wonāt make you do anything ridiculous. Just a little bit of movement, get your body in a different rhythm. You might be surprised how much it helps.ā
I sighed dramatically, throwing my hands up in mock surrender. āFine. But this better not be some sort of... weird exercise routine. I donāt want to end up doing the Macarena or something.ā
Hueningkai laughed softly, āPromise,ā he said with a wink, offering his hand toward me. āJust a slow dance, okay? No Macarena.ā
I reached out, my hand finding his, the warmth of his touch grounding me in the moment. His fingers wrapped around mine, firm but not forceful, and I felt a strange comfort in that simple connection.
Hueningkai pulled me closer, his other hand settling lightly on the small of my back and for a moment, we just stood there, the space between us electric, filled with an energy I hadnāt expected.
āJust follow my lead,ā he said quietly, his breath warm against my ear.
I nodded, my gaze flickering to the floor for a brief second, the awkwardness creeping in. I wasnāt sure what I was doing, but I let him guide me, step by slow step. We moved together, each of us taking a measured step, a quiet back-and-forth rhythm filling the space. The floor beneath our feet felt solid, but everything else seemed to sway, as though the room itself was dancing with us.
I caught myself breathing a little deeper, my chest rising and falling in time with the gentle beat of our movements. His hand on my back was a steady presence, warm and reassuring, and though I felt self-conscious at first, I found my body settling into the flow of it, like a weight being lifted.
āYouāre doing fine,ā he murmured, his voice a soft hum against the music. āJust relax.ā
I looked up at him, and for a second, I forgot about the piano, forgot about the frustration, the loneliness. I was lost in the depth of his eyes, the warmth of his smile. It felt almost surreal, like the rest of the world had quieted down, leaving just us here, moving together in this perfect, unspoken harmony.
His fingers brushed lightly against mine, guiding me in a gentle turn. The movement was smooth, easy, as though it was meant to happen. My body moved with his effortlessly now, our feet finding a rhythm in sync, a quiet dance that felt like the most natural thing in the world. I wasnāt thinking about the music anymore, or the unspoken weight of everything else Iād been carrying. I was just... here.
The silence between us was filled with the soft sounds of our breath, the shuffle of our feet against the floor, and the lingering chords of the song that played in the background.
We swayed a little closer, the moment stretching between us like a quiet understanding, and I couldnāt help but feel the warmth of his presence seep into me, melting away the coldness Iād been carrying all night. His face was inches from mine now, his breath warm against my cheek. I could hear the quiet steadiness of his heartbeat, matching the rhythm of the dance.
āSee? Told you itād help,ā he whispered, his lips barely brushing my ear. āYou just needed to get out of your own head.ā
I smiled softly, the ache in my chest easing just a little. āYeah, you were right,ā I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. āThis isnāt so bad.ā
His laughter was soft, āI know what Iām talking about sometimes.ā
I chuckled, the sound filling the space between us, and he pulled me a little closer, the soft scent of his cologne mingling with the air around us.
I swallowed, suddenly aware of the way my heart was racing. The space between us was gone, and all I could think about were his lips, just inches from mine. My own lips parted slightly, and I felt an inexplicable pullāan irresistible urge to close the distance.
Hueningkaiās gaze flickered down to my lips and without another word, he leaned in, the tip of his nose brushing against mine before he gently closed the space between us. His lips were soft, tentative at first, as though asking for permission. The world seemed to pause in that breathless moment, as the warmth of his kiss enveloped me. There was a sweetness to it, a quiet intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.
For a brief second, I almost pulled away, unsure, but then something inside me loosened. I melted into the kiss, my fingers tightening around his hand, my other hand instinctively resting on his chest. The sensation of him, his warmth, his closeness, felt like the answer to everything I hadnāt known I needed.
The kiss deepened, slow and deliberate, and I felt his other hand gently cup my face, his thumb tracing the curve of my jaw. His lips moved with a rhythm that matched the dance weād shared moments before, steady, comforting, but with a growing passion that felt like it was igniting between us.
I felt a shiver run through me as his tongue brushed against mine, and I let out a quiet gasp, my fingers gripping his shirt as if to ground myself. But Hueningkai didnāt pull away. Instead, his hands slid down my back, holding me tighter, pulling me closer as if he was trying to merge our bodies into one.
I gasped again as his lips left mine, trailing down my jaw, his breath hot against my skin. He pressed soft kisses along the side of my neck, the feeling making my knees weak. His hands moved to my waist, lifting me up with ease, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist.
Hueningkai set me down gently on the table nearby, his lips returning to mine in an urgent, heated kiss. I was breathless, my pulse thundering in my ears as I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as if I couldnāt get enough.
His hand slid up my back, his fingertips brushing against my skin, sending a wave of shivers through me. He paused for a second, his lips hovering over mine, his breath uneven as he stared at me, searching my eyes for any sign of hesitation.
I didnāt pull away. Instead, I pulled him back to me, my lips crashing against his in a kiss that was anything but gentle, as if we were both trying to lose ourselves in each other.
"Ahemmm", Soobin cleared his throat, his voice a little unsure but trying to keep it cool.
I pulled away from Hueningkai, breathless and flushed, and Hueningkai, equally startled, quickly stepped back, his face a mix of embarrassment and disbelief. We both stood there, awkwardly trying to collect ourselves.
āUh... barbecueās ready,ā he said, his eyes flicking to the side in an attempt to avoid staring at us. His voice had a nervous edge, like he was trying to remain calm, but the surprise was still evident.
Soobin looked at us for a moment longer, eyes flicking between us, before finally turning around and muttering, āIāll... leave you to it,ā and walking out of the room.
I was still trying to catch my breath, the heat from the kiss lingering on my lips. Hueningkai didnāt say anything at first, his eyes lingering on me as if he was trying to decide whether to apologize or if it even needed an apology.
But for now, we didnāt speak.Ā
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