My Drafts

A bit of Lore (MH + DB)

Mohwa hums, her eyes scanning the crowd only to see Aeh-tin dancing with Tyler. "How come you aren't at the dance floor? Surely the others are looking for you."

The black haired male shrugs, letting out a sigh as he fiddled with his cuffs. "I've chatted with the others a little, I couldn't find you anywhere so I came looking for you."

Dheobin slowly shifted his gaze to Mohwa, slowly taking in her side profile. His eyes mapping every detail of her face when she returned his gaze.

"Why look for me?" Mohwa asked curiously.

The black haired male shrugs. "Dunno," he began, his gaze back to the dance floor.

"You just weren't there."

Mohwa blinks, but she doesn't say anything but lets out a hum before looking over the dancing crowd beneath them.

A few moments of silence passed, and there was a change in the music. The upbeat rhythm transitions into a soft, melodic tune.

The two informants glanced at each other, when the crowd began to divide in pairs. Swaying slowly to the melody.

Mohwa spots Yeonjun and Soobin swaying happily at the corner, and in a few meters away was Aeh-tin and Tyler doing a little waltz.

The brown haired woman smiled a little, this was perhaps the most peaceful Beeojegug had been. She wishes everyone at the dance floor was having a good time, if not a great one, because after this moment ends — everything goes back to normal.

In the midst of her reverie, a tap was felt on her shoulder. The informant turns her head to face Dheobin who had his hand held out, a soft smile on his lips.

"May I have a dance?"

Mohwa blinks twice, a laugh comes out from her mouth. "You know how I'm a terrible dancer."

The black male snorts a laugh, "We've danced many times before Hwa," Dheobin says, looking into her eyes with such fondness.

"I doubt you're terrible."

Mohwa held his gaze, staring into the depths of his eyes; when was the last time she shared a dance with this man? Was eighteen years ago? After the celebration of Beeojegug finally becoming independent from the clan?

"That was eighteen year ago, Bin-ah," she chuckles, maneuvering her body, know facing Dheobin properly.

"Then I'll teach you all over again," he stated, hand still waiting for Mohwa to take.

Dheobin's eyes did not stray from hers, "Just like how I did eighteen years ago."

The brown haired woman doesn't speak as she looks down the floor, but then lets out a sigh seconds later. Placing her hand on top of his before looking up to meet his gaze once more.

"Alright, teach me how to dance Bin-ah."

Mohwa doesn't know what game they were playing, but the mechanics of it felt familiar. Something they had done when they were nineteen.

Dheobin's smile stretched further, "As you wish."

He held her hand tighter as he pulls her closer. Intertwining it with his, her hand was warm; a bit calloused due to their line of work. But never the less the familiar sensation of her hand in his felt like home.

Dheobin placed Mohwa's left hand on his shoulder with his free hand, before resting it on her back.

"Just follow my lead, okay Hwa?"

Mohwa nodded in response as he slowly swayed, her gown following along as Dheobin took the lead of the dance as he went along with the music from the first floor.