Yangyang x Reader + Love Talk (秘语)
Key: sentences in italics are translated excerpts from Love Talk (秘语)
Yangyang has seen you here before; your gaze and your aura are undeniably familiar to him. Not because of your regular occurrence at this club, but because of whatever past lives you’ve lived, you’ve lived it together. Your souls recognize each other, even when your minds do not. Yangyang never thought he could feel so attached to a person without even knowing their name first, but all common sense leaves him whenever you’re in his sights.
He can’t stop his feet from taking him to you every time you’re on the dance floor, and he can’t stop his hands from feeling the person who has every atom in his body at attention and under their command. By some miracle that strides across the unimaginable distance between people, you and Yangyang both know you are connected, but you still seem to be hesitating.
Maybe it’s because of something that happened in your past or because of the foreign words that leave your mouths when you attempt to communicate, but the guard you keep around your heart stops you from giving into what fate has brought to your life. You’re scared and confused, but the subtle messages that your body delivers to Yangyang have already inadvertently betrayed you.
Borrowing some courage from the moonlight, Yangyang steps onto the dance floor tonight. When his loving hands meet with your inviting waist, you don’t have to turn around to know who it is. You’re caught in a bubble of clarity and calm in the middle of a monsoon of people and haziness. You’re heartbeat responds to Yangyang, and he can hear you gradually let go of your inhibitions and doubts.
You lean your head back and tell your soulmate something in your native tongue, slurring from the hours of intoxication you’ve been exposed to. Your warm breath hits Yangyang’s throat and your hands reach back to touch him– his hair and his neck and his shoulders. Yangyang mumbles back something in your ear that is foreign and incomprehensible, but the way his sweet voice rings in your ear and the way his chest rumbles against your back has you shivering in his hold, ready to give your all to him in just a few syllables.
Words seem to be extra, and you both know that it’s better to trust your bodies instead. You and Yangyang are in two different worlds, connected by something invisible that pulls you together like the sun pulls the earth, but separated by the barrier of language. You speak to each other in words that are strange, but Yangyang loves the way you’re talking to him. In your own words, in your own movements, in your own love language.
