The music pulsed through the studio, heavy and slow, vibrating through the floorboards.

You and Hyunjin were partners tonight, practicing a new routine for an upcoming showcase.

“Okay,” he said, stepping close enough that your shoulders brushed. “Remember, this part is all about connection.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You mean… like, this close?”

Hyunjin smirked, just barely tilting his head, letting his fingers graze your waist as he positioned you. “Exactly like this.”

The beat dropped, and you moved together, bodies synchronizing perfectly. But it wasn’t just the dance—it was the teasing glances, the way his hand lingered a second too long on your hip, the heat in his eyes that made it impossible to focus.

💃 The Spin

“Hyunjin!” you hissed as he spun you closer than the choreography demanded.

He grinned, lips dangerously close to your ear. “Relax. You’re in my arms. I’ve got you.”

Your heart hammered. “Careful… we’re not supposed to look like that,” you whispered, though your own voice was shaky.

“Look like what?” he murmured, and in the pause between beats, he pressed a little closer. “Like we can’t keep our hands off each other?”

You swallowed hard, feeling the warmth of his body pressing against yours. His breath fanned across your neck. “Hyunjin—stop teasing,” you warned, trying to pull back—but he just leaned in, using the dance to keep your bodies pressed together.

🔥 Heat on the Dance Floor

He dipped you low, hand sliding along your side, eyes smoldering with mischief. “You’re doing amazing,” he murmured, voice low and teasing. “You’re too good at this.”

You could barely focus. Every move, every brush of skin against skin, sent a shiver down your spine.

“And you…” he said, dragging a hand along your back, “look way too tempting to concentrate on choreography.”

You gasped, nearly stumbling—but he caught you instantly, holding you in place. “You okay?” he asked, voice calm—but that smirk told you he knew exactly what he was doing.

“I… I think so,” you admitted, heat rising to your cheeks.

He leaned just a fraction closer, letting his lips brush against your ear. “Good… because I’m not stopping.”

💥 After the Music Stops

The music cut out, but your racing heart didn’t. You were panting, pressed close, and Hyunjin’s smirk had softened into something almost… serious.

“{{user}},” he whispered, fingers brushing against yours, “we might need to rehearse… off the floor too.”

You blinked, chest tight, a mix of excitement and nerves. “Hyunjin… are you serious?”

He nodded, leaning down just slightly, enough that you could feel his warmth, smell his cologne. “Dead serious,” he said, and the teasing in his eyes didn’t leave, but neither did the promise behind it.

You licked your lips, your pulse racing. “Then… maybe we should rehearse.”

And just like that, the playful tension between dance partners had become something far hotter—close enough to burn.