The man's polished shoes clicked along the smooth floor, somehow audible over the bass pumping through the club. His mouth was twisted into a smirk, an air of indifferent arrogance surronding him like the eager, thirsty men of the club. His lightly tanned skin caught the light, looking smooth to the touch. His almond shaped eyes were lined in kohl, making his midnight eyes look even smokier. Taemin realized he has probably been staring too long when Baekhyun leaned into his personal space-- again-- and declaired, "Kim Jongin, known as Kai. Itawon's number 1 playboy."

"He tries a new flavor every night." Kibum chimed in, Baekhyun giving a little snort from his side and a suggestive motion with his straw.

"I don't care anyways." Taemin said, tearing his eyes from the handsome man and focusing on the polished wood of the bar. Baekhyun raised an eyebrow, nearly choking on his drink as he turned towards the younger.

"You don't care about Kai, kid?"

The brunette shook his head, lightly tracing his fingers through the cool condensation of his glass. "I despise people who play with love." he answered quietly. Even still, he couldn't help but to glance back at the man, chocolate brown eyes meeting dark onyx under the swirling strobe lights.

*Heavily* based on the Taiwanese movie "Formula 17." Saw the movie, saw Taekai in it for some reason, and wanted a rewrite with our lovely dancers. Sue me. Actually don't, because no copyright intended.

Yes, I have like 3 other stories awaiting updates. Apologies, author-nim has not forgotten about them, but she finds it hard to work on some stories while having inspiration for others. Also author-nim had stressful finals weeks. Mianhaeyo yeorubun~ hwaiting! o(^.^)o

Also, if you haven't watched Formula 17, please do. It's cute and funny, and a lighthearted bl in the sea of tragic, heartbreaking bl movies Asia seems so fond of. *I'm looking at you, Japan*