“One more shot.” 

“No, I can’t –“ 

“Fine. I guess you own me a dance then.” 

You look and see Kai grinning at you, hand outstretched, ready to pull you to the dance floor. You roll your eyes at him before reaching for the shot glass and downing your fifth one for the night. 

“You really don’t want to dance with me, do you?” he comments before taking his own shot. 

“It’s not you; it’s me.” 

“Okay. In my experience, when a girl says something like that, usually she’s trying to blow the guy off gently. If you want me to leave –“ 

“No, seriously. It’s me; I can’t dance.” 

“Of course you can. That’s just your excuse,” he answers. “Number six?” 

“I shouldn’t,” you reply as you drink the shot. 

“But clearly you are. Why come to a club if you’re not going to dance?” 

You point to a girl on the dance floor who was currently dancing wildly with a guy. Kai’s mouth forms a silent ‘Ah’ as he perfectly comprehends what you meant. 

“Got dragged here?” 

“Yup. DD.” 

“But…you’re here about to take your seventh shot. You realize that’s a whole contradiction in itself, right?” 

“Yeah, but I’m not going to pass up the opportunity for free drinks from a hot guy.” 

He smirks; “So, you think I’m hot. Is this the alcohol or you talking?” 

Honestly, you aren’t even sure. You had been sitting by yourself at the bar when Kai came up to you. At first he asked you to dance but when you said no, he sat down and started buying you drinks. You refused them at first but whether it was out of boredom or interest in him, you ultimately accepted them gladly. 

“A little bit of both,” you answer, downing the seventh shot. 

“But you’re still not drunk enough to say yes to me, right?” he chuckles. 

“Actually,” you smirk, “I am.” 

Whatever was in that last shot made you a little bit braver. Sure, your head hurt and the music wasn’t that great but you suddenly had an urge to feel Kai’s lean body grinding against yours. The alcohol definitely helped throw away your inhibitions because the next thing you know, you’re grabbing Kai’s hand and leading him to floor. He’s shocked and slightly flustered by your impulsive behavior but once you put his hands on your waist and your is against him, he lets his own inhibitions down and begins moving with the music. 

If you had known it was going to feel this good, then you would have agreed to dance with him much, much earlier. The dance floor is so crowded that your bodies are pressed close together. You can feel his chest rising and falling as you move your hips. The music is loud and the bass is vibrating every cell in your body but it’s nothing compared to the way he is making you feel. It was y, the way his breath came out in short pants, hot against your war. It was exhilarating, the way his hands roamed your body, touching all of the right places to turn you on. And it was satisfying, knowing that you weren’t the only one feeling this way, if his hard was any indication. You press your against him and you smirk when