i am not someone who acts on impulses; not someone who allows alcohol to take hold of me , separating my brain from my body.

but i feel braver than i've been.

(tonight, things are not what they seem)

i cannot help myself as i reach over and drain the liquid from your drink. 

(it burns as moves down my throat)

you flinch as you hear the empty glass knock against the bar countertop beside you, but then you smirk. 

"aren't you going to fill that back up?"  your voice is a smooth tenor that wraps around me and warms my insides.

(or is that the vodka)

i flash a mirror image of your lips; raising my eyebrow, i lean in.  

(is this flirting?) 

"i will if you tell me your name"  i move closer, placing a hand on your arm.

(you know you want me)

a slight chuckle escapes your heart shaped mouth. 

the lights from the club reflect in your sunglasses and a strand of hair falls from its place as you shake your head; my own mouth falls open. 

(don't you?) 

"i'm kyungsoo"

(i'm in love)