#kizomba

coming up, 3/29 at H0L0 in BK

Beat de Kizomba by DJ Ema Ci (2010, Kizomba, Tarraxinha?)

a few months ago i downloaded the TCF kuduro compilations and have been tidying up their tags/titles/making the text encoding not fucked - would we be interested in a series of these tracks? some absolutely amazing ahead-of-its-time stuff from angola and surrounding areas in 2011.

ENCHANTING

Pairing: Minho x reader

Warning: Some 🔞 suggestions.

You and your friends go to a new bar.

Note: song they are dancing:

for those who don't know kizomba:

Your friend group arrived at the bar you had scouted out the day before. You were dating a singer and a dancer, and you wanted to find a place with a different style of dance for your friends to experience. You successfully brought Chan, Hyunjin, Changbin, Han, your boyfriend Minho, and two of your best friends who were also dancers and acquaintances of the group. The boys were part of a famous band, so finding unique spots like this was a rare gem.

As you entered, the sound of music and the sight of people dancing filled the air. The dim lighting and the intimate setting were perfect for kizomba, a dance known for its close connection and smooth, flowing movements and unknown to the group who were suprised.

You and your friends found a table, and soon drinks arrived. Your eyes were drawn to the couples dancing. They moved so close, eyes closed, perfectly in sync, in a way you'd never seen before, almost like a slow, intimate conversation between their bodies. The boys in your group, especially Minho, were captivated.

"I don't know if I can do this," Han said, looking unsure.

"You don't like it?" you asked.

"I don't think that's the problem here," Changbin said, chuckling. "Liking it is actually the problem." The men laughed while the women rolled their eyes.

"It's not the first time I've seen this. I saw it in Paris once. It's really interesting. Hyung, imagine us dancing like this at our next concert. STAY would lose it!" Hyunjin said, excitedly.

"I don't think STAY would like us dancing with other women like this," Chan chimed in, chuckling.

"You can dance together," your best friend suggested.

"Ah, Noona! No! Too close!" Han said, putting his hands on his head.

"I choose Hyunjin!" Changbin yelled, and Minho pouted.

"Too late," he joked as Hyunjin rolled his eyes.

As the group chatted, one man approached your table and extended his hand to you. "Dance?" he asked, his eyes on you. Before you could respond, Minho spoke up.

"Teach me," Minho said to the newcomer, who looked surprised but amused.

"He's my boyfriend," you explained with a smile.

"I understand. I will teach you," the man chuckled and brought over a friend, exchanging a few words. She smiled warmly at both of you.

"Are you sure you can do this, Minho?" you teased. "You're an amazing dancer, but you've never danced like this before."

"You are a dancer too. Can you handle it?" he teased back.

"Come on, Noona! Please!" Changbin chimed in, eager to join.

"Okay, okay, Changbin-ah!" One of the women got up to follow the man who stood next to the teacher, ready to learn.

"If Hyunjin can do it, so can I," Minho chuckled and followed the instructor. The teacher placed his hand on the lower back of his partner and pulled her close. Minho quickly mimicked the move, placing his hand on your back.

Your hand found its way to his shoulder to steady yourself. Your bodies were close, chest to chest, as Minho carefully watched the teacher's moves.

"You must lead the woman. One... two... you go forward, she goes back... three and four." The teacher and his partner moved gracefully. Minho nodded, determined, and looked at you. You nodded back. After a few stumbles, you began to catch the rhythm.

"Is this your first time?" the man asked, surprised.

"We are dancers," you said as you felt Minho's hands leading you.

"Ahhh. Okay, now follow the song. Feel the song," he said, dancing with his partner. "Go a little closer," he instructed Minho, who quickly moved you closer.

"Now, move your hips," the instructor's friend said, demonstrating. Your eyes widened.

"I can't do that!" you laughed, eliciting more laughter as the woman from the team playfully twerked, causing the others to burst into giggles.

"Not so much!" the girl chuckled as you gave it a try. "You'll get it!" she encouraged. "Now, follow the music." She demonstrated again.

The music enveloped you both, a sensual blend of melody and rhythm that seemed to pulse with every heartbeat. You closed your eyes, letting the song guide you. It felt as if you were alone with Minho, and the way he led was perfect. The dance was sensual, almost like a playful battle for dominance. And, naturally, Minho was winning. Your dance moves perfectly matched every beat of the song, reaching a climax.

"I don't know if I can keep this up," he whispered in your ear, bringing you back to reality. "I'm struggling not to get too excited with you so close." You chuckled and gently slapped his shoulder.

The African rhythm was intoxicating as you let your body sway to the beat. Minho's face was close to yours, his lips brushing your ear.

"Damn, babe, this is incredible." He pulled you slightly away, then close again to his chest. You smiled seductively at him.

"I love you so much," he whispered, stealing a quick kiss as your friends danced around, some alone, others in pairs. "Do you trust me?" he asked, his hand sliding to your thigh.

"Always." He pulled you closer, leaned back, and let your weight fall onto him. Your hair cascaded around you, and your red dress swirled with the rhythm of the song.

"I love you," you whispered as he pulled you up again, his hands trailing all over your body. "I love you," you said again, now close to his lips as both your bodies moved slowly to the sound of the sexy song. He smiled, and in a daring move, he twirled you and quickly pulled you back into his arms. Your arms go around his neck as one of his hand goes to your hair and the other to your lower back. You are so close. So so so close. You can feel each other breath and sighs as the music goes on.

"You're beautiful," Minho said gently as you turned your back to him. He grabbed your waist and pulled you closer, his grip firm yet tender.

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his words seep into your heart. Turning around, you intertwined your fingers with his, the connection between you growing stronger. As the next song began, its rhythm softer and more intimate, you both let the music guide your movements.

Minho's eyes were fixed on yours, his gaze filled with adoration and a hint of mischief. "I'm so lucky," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the soft strains of the music.

The night was going to be long!