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"Stop flirting already, someone might get hurt one day." The team leader mumbles.

"Yea stop teasing me, I might start taking it seriously." You laugh, half-heartedly pushing taeyong to the side. 

"What makes you think I'm not already?" He grins. You groan as you shake his words off, not really able to read whether it was a joke or not as the rest of the room's yelling adds fuel to the fire heating up the room's atmosphere.

~|•

"So what's the score?" The girl next to you asks. You don't really know her name, but you know she's the center lead in this project.

"What score?" 

"The score between you and taeyong's game, or are you two just flirting?"

You scoff, "No, we're not."

"Whatever you're doing, Taeyong is winning." A voice behind you adds. You look in the mirror to see a fit figure on the other side behind you. Meeting eyes you recognize his wide friendly smile. 

You laugh a hello, "And what makes you think he's winning, Mr. Nakamoto, since you're just so eager to add input." You dramatically reply.

He makes a face in reply to your sarcasm as he sits down next to you. "What do you mean by winning?" You repeat.

"It's like the two of you are playing chicken," He says, reaching for his feet to stretch, "You almost always walk away."

"Well yea, he plays too much." 

"I can tell, could practically hear your heart beat from across the room." 

You suck your teeth, hearing a giggle from the girl next to you, "So how do I win a round?" You ask, hitting his shoulder.

"Just go farther"

"And what does that entail?"

Yuta sits up, "Whatever is needed."

You groan and he shrugs, "Look, if you're gonna be distracting at least make it interesting."

"Was it not before?" You laugh, "Hard to tell with how you all tease."

He waves you off, "Some of us are starved and some haven't slept in 26 hours." He stretches his arm to the side, "You're boring."

You snatch your bag up from the floor, "Well I wasn't trying to entertain either." You mutter, and you meant that. Nevermind how the games started, how it never ends is what's puzzling, especially with no knowledge or strong interest in your opponent. 

It's hard to get to know him, or to settle your feelings since every sentence between the two of you is 'joke' material. No matter how long you've been acting professional that day, with no hint or interest in being playful, it seems to end that way. Though, the group isn't complete without the two of you. They all say that it's lightened up since you came, but you don't know whether you should take it as friends trying to make you feel better or audience members egging for a sequel.

"I don't think I have any real interest in you." You think aloud.

 Taeyong flinches, retracting his hand that was pointed at the rag beside you, "I just asked for you to pass my towel" he mumbles, confused.

"I'm just saying," 

"Well you're saying a lot." He interrupts, sounding hurt. Taeyong snatches the towel from the railing next to you before walking back to his bag across the room. There's people around, and you're sure they heard your sudden confession, but they don't show their interest.

After involuntarily hurting the mouse's feelings, and, since the day started, neither of you have been playing game you decide to throw.

"Can you blame me though?" You yell from across the room, "Hard to peak interest when it's one sided, no?"

Taeyong turns with a smile back on his face, "I find you very interesting." He retaliates, accepting your challenge, "Dare say I like you." He strides closer, a full audience anticipating with you. He trails on, "Like you, love you," he stops in front of you, his face leaning towards your ear, "Want you." 

Your chest weighs at the last part; he's treading deeper into territory neither of you have tried to entertain. The room erupts and you push taeyong off as the instructor enters the room, slightly disappointed at the mess. 

"Why is it this every week"

~|•

Waking up to a cold and cloudy dawn usually makes you sleep in, but the pop in your back from shifting your weight made you rethink that maybe it's not the day to be late. Walking in you follow a few others in stretching before practice starts. 

Stretching can probably be the most painful after a few hours of practice, let alone waking up sore. Having to massage your shoulders and legs while catering to any muscle feeling heavier than the rest. Collective sighs of satisfaction scattered around the room sounding damn near erotic, making you look up in the mirror to make sure a certain someone isn't eyeing you. 

He isn't here yet, in fact, practically no one is. Some friendly faces and a few unknown, probably late nighters that go home around this time. After declining to grab breakfast with the rest of the group it leaves you with one other person, thankfully someone you recognize. 

"Imma go grab a drink." They inform. You nod and they take one last stretch before leaving the room. As they leave, the door lingers open as a new person enters.

"Oh, you're here early." He says.

You try not to roll your eyes because, of course, what timing. "I needed the time to stretch." You reply, your tone sounding unfriendly.

You both stare a while before looking away, you continuing to stretch while he goes to a corner to drop his bag. He stands quietly in his place in a daze, messing with his bottle cap. You try to ignore his presence, hoping someone else comes in to break the ice.

"Isn't it funny?" 

You flinch, "Huh?"

"We're quiet when we're actually alone with each other," he walks over, sitting on the floor a few steps from you, "Isn't it funny?"

"Well," you sit up, "I don't have anything to say."

He opens his legs, stretching forward, "We've been messing with each other for months now and you don't have anything to say?" He laughs.

"Why are you so focused on me?" You laugh back.

"Why wouldn't I be?" He asks, voice going soft.

You turn towards him, his eyes glassy and innocent, and for the first time you admit to yourself of how cute he is. His question tickles your ear, making your heart beat a little louder than usual. An answer, or at least something to change the subject, not even on your tongue. 

A knock is heard and you both turn to the door, noticing your instructor shyly glancing through the glass. "I thought I was interrupting something." He jokes, sliding through the door. You stand, chuckling gratefully at his timing.

The instructor comes Monday and Friday to check progress, take suggestions, and/or show a new song to choreograph. This is the first time in a while you were happy for his presence, but it didn't last long.

"Deadline four days away, deadline three days away." You mumble to yourself in your seat. 

Deadlines being hung over everyone's head as if that does anything. "If we miss this date, we can't extend" yadda yadda yadda. You decide to take a break since yesterday is still sore on your back, watching the other few that decided to stay and practice, one being taeyong of course. Even when you're not practicing he's a distraction, from his movements to the expressions he makes, sparks flares in your body. Even when he glances at you from the mirror you don't break away.

He walks over and reaches for the water sitting on the sill behind you.

"You seem awfully focused on me today." He smirks.

"You're fun to watch."

He leans in, "does that mean you're interested?"

Something sets off in your head, contrast to your shyness this morning, urging you to pull back. You grab at his shirt, playing a little too far, and pull him forward. He stretches his hand out to the sill to stop his fall, pausing face to face in front of you. Your teasing treading over a thin line between the usual jokes and hard flirting.

"Maybe just a little curious." 

A larger group enters the room to make the attendance more reasonable. They walk in as the two of you face each other, one looking sly while the other distraint.

"Get a room already."

You laugh, "Don't you guys get tired of the same jokes." You ask, attempting to break away from taeyong's wide eyes.

The dancer raises a brow suggestively, "Aren't you two a bit closer than your usual," he lifts his fingers mockingly, "jokes"

You scoff, letting your grip on the shirt let loose. Taeyong admits defeat by shying away, for the first time in a while, in the loud hype that's different than the group's usual chaffing. 

Even as everything settled there was a numbness in your hand from the warmth of his chest. The way his breath tickled your chin, and the look in his eye lingers in your head the rest of practice. While busying yourself with entertaining the crowd, avoiding his eyes, you swear he would've been able to hear your heartbeat.

~|•

"I'm tired." Someone announces, the rest of the room echoing their opinions on dinner as they start to crowd into a group of the starving and the people staying. Taeyong being the only one next to you for not wanting to leave to go eat yet, and the dancers rile up again with their jokes.

"So you two are staying alone again?" The dancer taunts with an annoying grin, "Maybe this time we won't interrupt." Another adds.

Taeyong waves them off, his neck going red directing them to the door while they continue. The door closes as the group leaving teasingly peeks through the glass. Taeyong pulls the shade over the door and the group exclaims before laughing and fading away down the hall. 

Silence settles in the room, even with two people still inside it. You and Taeyong awkwardly let your eyes wander around the room. The razzing never gets to you really, in fact, you've thought about it yourself. How being with the man fidgeting on the other side of the room would be, but it's more embarrassing to think about it when the person is right there, and is the only person right there.

"Um," You shift your eyes to taeyong, "So, should we go over the bridge again?" he finishes. You nod your head in agreement as you walk towards where your position, glad to do something that shakes off the silence.

The bridge of the song is still difficult to compose well with the moves prepared, nevermind adlibs. As you watch your movements in the mirror you hear snickering from behind you.

"What?" You smile. He waves his hands to excuse his laughing, "You look like a noodle." he giggles. Your face scrunches up, half hurt, half exaggerated as you mock his words.

"You either do too much or you're stiff." He teases.

You turn to him and he flinched, "You wiggle more than me." You accuse, now sounding a little offended by his criticism. 

"It's a wave not a wiggle."

"Well let's see you do it."

He scoffs, "My pleasure."

Taeyong positions himself while you reset the music. His body responds immediately to the first beat of the song, brushing and flowing through even the stiff movements. "See, right here." His chest raises as the rest of his body follows in a tidal motion. You gaze at how his hips roll through the movement, matching with the music in the background. Your mind seeming blank as several thoughts rush through your head, unable to keep one still to comprehend. The music pauses and your head snaps up to meet Taeyong's expectant expression.

"Did you hear? I want to see you now, and don't do this." He says, mocking what you supposedly were doing. You suck your teeth at him and he laughs, turning on the music.

You get into position and dance the way you normally dance. Not as fluid as taeyong but of course you have your own style. While watching yourself in the mirror you can see, out of focus, taeyong watching. His stare making your body heat up the more you focus on him.

"Ah, that's still not it." he complains, pausing the music. Approaching you, placing one hand on your side, he holds your hip as his other hand rests on your back. "Like this, follow carefully." His grip tightens, slightly lifting your hip and pulling it back as his hands travel to your waist to guide it to match the movement. 

Your heart drumming at the sudden contact, trying to think professionally as new thoughts rush in. His hand is warmer than expected. Veins poking at the surface, making it harder to suppress a blush as his hands move along with your body. Feeling like a massage while rocking you the way he wanted.

"Wait," you giggle. Taeyong tilts his head.

"It tickles." You excuse. It was a poor excuse, but it was the fastest to say that didn't result in more questions.

"Tickles?"

He thinks for a moment without letting go, his eyes seeing a little more dangerous as your heart sounds louder. His arms roam around you with his head perched on your shoulder, "I like holding you this way though." He grins, not yet settled into you. 

He's risking it, giving you all the cards. This strays far from what you two usually do to mess with each other that it's hard to excuse it as anything but flirting. His sudden stance seeming a little more alluring, feeding into the thoughts you've been having for a while now. You settle your hands over his arms, "Didn't we talk about this?" You say, not yet giving into him.

"About what?" He replies languidly, leaning into you.

"Don't tease me when we're alone, I might start believing you."

"Then believe it" He hums, swaying the both of you.

You stiffen to stop his swaying, brushing his arms from around you. "What?" he whines.

"That's not funny." You fuss, putting distance between the two of you.

"I wasn't being funny." He follows, reaching for your arm. 

He tugs at you to stop and you turn to him, waiting to shake him off. He slips closer, "Do you remember my reply?" He asks, giving your wrist a squeeze.

"To what?" You question, he doesn't answer. He stares for a moment, his eyes looking idle, and you stand across from him, waiting, wanting, expecting something. The beating in your chest you never noticed to fade comes back as Taeyong seems to scoot closer. Swiftly, he grabs hold of your face to attach your lips to his. It's short, but he pulls back, looking into your eyes for a response.

"Taeyong," you breathe, he doesn't let you finish, pulling you back in for longer contact. You hold onto his arms, not sure whether to give into your urges or to pull away. The movement of his lips slightly opening your mouth, he groans as you unconsciously deepen the kiss. He removes a hand to wrap an arm around to pull you closer. Your hands wander to his side, gripping his shirt as you back into a wall. 

"Please," he breathes, "Don't pull away." 

His desperation only fueling your own as you wrap your arms around his neck, tangling fingers in his hair. The desire held hidden behind each other's games now flooding through, making you both crave to go further. Your lips feeling like not enough as his hands fidget over the hem of your shirt, slightly brushing against the warmth underneath. You tug his belt loose as you two wander around the room for a surface, barely breaking apart from each other. 

The kiss parts once taeyong is backed into a sofa, you climbing on top as he gets settled in the new position. Tops go flying as you dig for each other's skin, taeyong pulling at your sports bra before kissing your exposed chest. He unbuttons your pants, a hand shoving itself through to tease at your wet folds. You sigh, grabbing his wrists to urge him to go further. He dips in through your labia before sinking a finger into your opening.

You twitch at the feeling as chills are sent up your body, the cold air in the room spiking your skin. He probes around, testing certain spots before adding another finger to satisfy the dull pleasure from before. You moan as his fingers retrace the spots you responded to, massaging into its softness. 

You clench around his fingers when his hand brushes up against your clit, grinding down, in an attempt to gain more friction. 

"What're you looking for?" Taeyong whispers. He shifts his hand, rubbing his palm into you, "Is it this?" He breathes, smiling at your whining. He rubs in harder, quickening the pace of his fingers.

Your hips jerk forward to follow his hands. "Baby," He grabs your side, "Slow down." He laughs, trailing kisses down your neck. Parting from nipping and sucking on your neck, he watches you desperately grind on him in awe. "God you're so responsive." 

You can't hear him, rubbing yourself against his palm as he works you to the edge with his fingers. A knot begins to form at the pit of your stomach, causing a twitch in your movements despite his hold on you. Before you reach your release he stops, pulling out and you whine. The wetness of his finger brushing against your swollen bud as he takes his hand out. 

He licks at the gloss inching down his fingers before holding his hand up towards you in curiosity. Without looking back at him, you lick at his fingers, sucking and allowing your teeth to lightly drag on the digits while he watches aimlessly. 

He curses as he pulls his hand away, tugging you in for a sloppy kiss. Teeth dragging at skin as he struggles with your pants.

"God, we have no room to do anything." He huffs, tossing your bottoms to the side before helping you undo his.

"We can do it on the floor." You throw in, nowhere near being serious.

He stops for a moment, wrapping an arm around you before sliding off the cushions.

You giggle, "I was joking."

Taeyong shushes you, "You say too much."

He pulls you up to straddle him as he pulls down his boxers, sighing into your touch as you grab him while positioning yourself. You stroke him as you tease yourself with his member, hands kneading impatiently at your hips while you pucker your entrance at his tip. The both of you sighing, rolling ur heads back as you slowly lower yourself on his erection. 

He throbs inside you, letting you take over until you feel comfortable with his size before grasping your hips and quickening the pace. Taeyong fondly watching as your noises echo through the room. Your hands clawing and grabbing at his shoulders as he rolls your hips on his cock. Your body desperate for more as you begin to grind against him.

He stops you, pulling out. Your breathing slows, looking at him confused. 

"Turn around." He demands.

You turn over, being greeted by a teasing slap on the ass. You wince at the sting and the hand still latched onto your hip nudges you to hurry. You look up as you settle yourself, meeting eyes with your reflection before quickly looking down.

"What's wrong?" Taeyong asks, trailing kisses up your back, "Is it the mirrors?" 

He lifts you up by the hips before pushing himself back inside you. You lose focus, grabbing his wrist as you rest your head on his shoulder. "Don't worry baby, you're beautiful." He sighs, slinking an arm around to grab your breast. 

He pulls you in close as he begins to rock into you. Selfishly, he begins to snap his hips into you, groaning as you dig your nails in his arms for support. He uses his hold on your hip to guide you in a rocking motion, not wasting time to regain the tempo.

"Do it like how we practiced baby" he moans. His force snaps you forward, your body burning from the friction, his wet kisses tickling your nape. 

"Taeyong please," you barely cry out, unable to keep up with him, "Slower."

Taeyong listens, loosening his grip and slowing down the pace, exchanging his speed with rougher strokes. You lean forward, stretching an arm out that hits the mirror glass in front of you. Smacking noises re-enter the room, louder than the moans and groans you both are attempting to keep under control. 

Grabbing your jaw, he lifts your head up to meet eyes through the glass. "Look at how pretty you are" he rasps breathlessly, giving you a full view of yourself in the mirror. Hair messy with sweat gathered around your hairline, mouth unable to close as every thrust forces out a breath. It's almost embarrassing how exposed you are, the only thing preserving your privacy being the blinds over the glass door. 

~|•

The next few days you decide to take a break from practice. Waking up the few mornings after that night made looking into your own reflection somewhat jarring. Besides, it'd be best to keep distance until your ears stop tingling from the memory of his breath, or until the lingering feeling of his hands go away. Even then, how do you go back to normal from that?

Turning over for the nth time to stare at the time as your thoughts pace back and forth with whether or not you should just go. The break and the sleeping in was nice and all but your body is eager to move now, and it doesn't feel the same practicing at home. You're only eight hours late, you should just stay in again, right? Go tomorrow maybe.

You turn back over and away from the clock, your body feeling more and more restless to the point where laying down is uncomfortable. 

You sit up with a huff and look around for some clothes to leave with, deciding that playing keep away from yourself is nothing but tiresome.

"I just hope he's not here today"

~|•

You peek into the room seeing a few others packing up on the other side of the room. He's seated in a wrongly facing chair in the corner, head propped up on the chair's backrest as his arms loosely lace around it. He glances at you before looking away, and what a coincidence for you to show up when the others were getting ready to leave. 

As you fight with whether it was dumb to be late or come dance in the first place the others pass by you and give a short greeting before leaving. When the door closes awkwardness chills the room, taeyong's chair tapping echoing through the room.

"Are you not leaving with them?" You ask, carefully. Taeyong shakes his head. You whisper an "Okay" to yourself to end the conversation and turn away from him, glancing at the mirrors.

"You can go ahead," Taeyong offers, "I'm just sitting here."

You nod and walk over to connect your playlist to the speakers. As you start to warm up you notice the gaze from the person behind you, trying your best to ignore him.

 "Are you nervous?" Taeyong asks, interrupting your concentration.

You pause and look at him from the mirror, "What makes you think I'm nervous?"

He points to the floor and you look down, "Your legs do a thing when you're nervous, you did it the other night too." His eyes widen and he flinches from his own words. Taeyong clears his throat and you sputter a few 'um'-s before turning the music up and continuing on with your routine.

Taeyong watches for a minute before getting up himself, following your movements with his own style. Shoes streaking the floors all the while your body selfishly moves with the rhythm and melodies, leaving your feet to catch up. The rolls and the twisting, making edgy motions seem charming, this is what you've worked for.

At some point a piece of the song starts to sound familiar, almost hauntingly familiar. Taeyong slows his movements to a stop and looks over at you. You stop and look over too, meeting his eyes. The music continues, playing the part of the song taeyong insisted on practicing together. You look away and finish off the song after avoiding the waving part, and taeyong continues to watch until the song ends. There's a pause in the atmosphere that you ignore to go dig for your water bottle. 

"Act normal and I wouldn't say anything, but acting awkward makes me want to talk about it." he explains, practically announcing it. His abrupt confession makes you choke on your water and he sucks his teeth at your reaction.

He leans against the wall, "What's the problem?" 

You hesitate to reply, taeyong continues, "Was it the sex?"

You cringe at the memory, "Not specifically," You start, "Just the fact that it was here."

He gives a confused look, "I thought it was obvious that we both didn't want to wait." You stare off to think back. "Plus," he lifts himself off the wall, walking towards you, "You push me towards the sofa." He accused, pointing a finger.

 You open your mouth to say something, "Ah!" he interrupts, raising his hand to stop you. 

He settles back in his seat, rolling it closer than where it's been when you first arrived. "Are you still not going to say anything?"

"I don't know what else to say."

Taeyong frowns for a moment, "Well," he starts, jumping from his seat.

"If you're going to avoid me," he continues, striding closer, "At least," he pauses as his hands move to settle on your sides, leaning into you, "Let me give you something to be embarrassed about."

You should feel confused, you should push him away, but the memories of the other night crawl back into your head. A new feeling or neediness dances through your head, causing your chest to feel hot like before.

He nudges you, lifting an eyebrow at your mused expression. "We should leave, no?" His hands creep up your shirt, caressing the skin under it, "Should we?" he repeats, eyes looking impatient. You play with his belt loops, not wanting to answer but setting an obvious hint to satisfy his questions. He grabs your wrists and pins you against the wall, head creeping past so his lips meet your ears.

"Am I asking a question?" he taunts, you nod. He hums, "And I expect verbal answers, yes?" He lets go of your wrists and settles his hands back on your waist, his grasp seeming desperate.