Found this in my folder.

“It’s all about confidence.” She said, raising her index finger. He chuckled internally wondering how on earth he had fallen in love with his polar opposite. Daiyu was outwardly the most confident person. Particularly when it came to talking and putting forth a point. He was a little different. Not that he didn’t have opinions, he just weighed his words (and spaced out a lot) unlike his impulsive lover.

“Like how you need some when you need to dance?” he chuckled, leaning against the cushioned seat of the lounge as she turned around to glare at him.

“Yixing, you know I can’t dance.”

“Or show affection. Unless it’s in random impulsive spurts.” He rolled his eyes as she looked down at her feet.

“Sorry.” She whispered as Yixing sighed, running his hand over her arm. What he hadn’t mentioned was that Daiyu had her own ways of showing she cared. The little things she did that she herself never knew but didn’t escape his notice.

“It’s all about confidence.” He reiterated, tugging her off the seat and leading her towards the dance floor which was slowly filling with people. She knew what was coming but she never thought it would be this intense. Yixing was a natural dancer, his body moved to the music automatically unlike hers. She stood stalk still as Yixing gazed into her eyes doubling his movements as if to spur her into action. Daiyu gaped at the so-called shy Yixing who was dancing with her. He oozed a confidence she had only seen when he was dancing and the hooded eyes that looked at her made her gulp loudly. Shifting awkwardly, she tried to match his movements only to fail miserably but his sudden smile surprised her. She nearly choked when he tugged her closer, his arm winding around her waist as his breath caressed her ear.

“Have a little more faith in yourself.”

The rest of it was a little bit of a blur. Her skin felt like it was on fire as Yixing’s fingers came in contact with it. Her eyes shot up to meet his and an inexplicable look had taken over his face as he leaned down, brushing his lips against hers. She was pitched forward by the dancer behind her who had bumped into her as Yixing’s hands moved up her sides making her shiver.

“Yixing…” she began, as he hushed her with his hands on her hips, his thumbs slipping under the fabric of her top and dragging themselves down the skin. Daiyu in a harsh breath as tingles went up her spine.

“Just move with me Daiyu.”

Her fingers gripped themselves onto his arms, feeling the muscles under them contract and relax. Yixing’s hands roved over her curves as she tried to sway to the music only to hold back surprised gasps every time his hands moved. Shakily her hands moved to grip onto the soft t-shirt he was wearing trying to hide her burning face in the crook of his neck but Yixing wasn’t having any of that. Cupping her face, he gazed at her. Her lower lip was slightly swollen having being bitten down upon, a nervous habit of hers, her cheeks red and her eyes hesitant but flickering shut when he brought his lips down upon hers.

It wasn’t gentle like she had expected, it consumed her like a flame, his lips, teeth, and tongue all dragging out sensations that caused her fingers to slacken around his shirt and trail down his chest, feeling hard muscle underneath much to her surprise. She couldn’t breathe, his hands were everywhere, over fabric, on skin, in places they shouldn’t be in such a public space.

“Yixing,” She whined, as his lips left a blazing trail down her neck and her fingers gripped onto his shoulders “what has gotten into you?” she panted out, jolting when he nipped at her skin, smirking into it. His fingers curled with hers and he led her away from the dance floor to the exit. His lips hovered over her ear as he breathed out.

“Just a little bit of confidence.”