The music is loud in your ears, and the reverberations of the bass travel consistently through your body. The lowlights of the club make the mood feel wild and free, and the amount of liquor flowing through your system doesn't help. You feel unstoppable. You feel passionate.
Your friends laugh at something someone says and you close your eyes and smile. You keep them closed for a minute, soaking up the atmosphere and putting it somewhere in your brain you'll be able to access later. When you open your eyes, you spot Sangyeon watching you from across the table.
His lips are slightly parted, while his eyes sear into your skin. It's like he's trying to see through you, deep into your soul, and it causes you to shiver. You repay the favor, letting your eyes say for you what you can't put into words. Adding a small flirty smile when he realizes what you're doing.
You're unsure how to describe it. It feels like there's a very intense connection between the two of you like you're having a conversation where you're both daring each other to make a move while also waiting to see if the other one has the guts to do it. You feel exposed and yet secretive at the same time.
The world around you fades away. The music is a dull sound, and your friends disappear. It's just you, Sangyeon, and this odd connection. When he slightly nods toward the dance floor, you wordlessly get out of the booth without a thought.
He follows closely behind you until you come to a stop. When you spin and face him, his hands automatically find your waist and pull you closer. You wrap your arms around his neck and lightly smile at him.
He shakes his head and looks at you with wonder. "You're so damn magnetic. I can't take my eyes off of you."
"Good," you reply with a shrug.
He lets out a small laugh and tilts his head. "You don't even realize the power you hold, do you?"
"Or maybe I do, and I'm using it exactly how I want to."
When he raises his brows, you inch closer to him. He pulls you flush against his body in response. The two of you are barely dancing, more like swaying and moving against each other in a slow, borderline erotic tease. You allow your eyes to trail from his face down to his body until you can't see past where you're connected.
"You like what you see?"
"Oh, I've always liked what I saw when it comes to you," you tell him, eyes finding his again.
His eyes darken and the mood between you grows hotter and somehow more intense. At this moment, you both know the dangerous game you're playing will result in the two of you going home with each other, and you honestly can't wait.
"You won't believe how many naughty fantasies I've had about you," Sangyeon admits.
Your tongue darts out to wet your lips and you reply. "Maybe you should tell me about them in pain-staking detail…"
"Maybe I should just show you them instead." His words are a dare and you can see that reflected in his eyes. Luckily for him, you're only too happy to rise up to that dare.
"What are we waiting for?"
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The Boyz Anthology
FanfictionA collection of short stories and drabbles that were requested on my Tumblr page.
