"You smoke?"

I take a deep breath, nodding my head. "Occasionally, yes."

"Let's go out then."

I follow him after having grabbed my jacket. Sweat is dripping off my hair, clothes sticking to my glossy skin - no way am I risking catching cold or something worse. I may be drunk. Not that much though.

When outside, he puts a cigarette in between his lips, trying to light it up but failing. There are only few sparkles appearing in the air. "Fuck," he breathes out.

I pull a lighter out of my pocket, sparkling up the small flame that eats the white tip quickly.

He seems amazed and taken aback as his eyes are watching me from behind the few small smoke clouds before he finally drags fully. "I thought you said 'occasionally'...?"

I shrug, taking the cigarette from him to drag it a few times too, the smoke filling my lungs and staying there for a while before disappearing in the dark air, trying to climb up to the night sky but not getting even a bit close to reaching there. "I talk to many, many smokers - actually almost everyone around me smokes. Having a lighter with me is a nice icebreaker."

"And you're smart," he chuckles as I hand him that slow killer in the shape of a tiny, soft, easily destroyable stick back.

I shake my head in amusement. "Bullshit."

He doesn't seem to be listening to me though, keeping it going: "Are you single too? That would make you a walking miracle."

"I actually am."

"Well fuck me... Guess I won the lottery tonight then."

"Maybe you did," I smirk, getting a hold of the cigarette again, taking a long drag. "Maybe you did not," I add, smoke seeping through my lips in progress and I look at him, head tilted to the side, strands of hair falling in front of my face.

"You're really hot," he breathes out.

"You too."

"That's an honour to hear from someone like you."

That makes me laugh. "Oh, shut up and rather finish it. Let's go back inside, I'm thirsty."

"Whatever you want." His eyes are shining bright as the filter lands in between his lips again, the tiny red spot being reflected in his dark irises while smoke fills his lungs. "You have me on my knees already."

—★—

We are back inside, body on body as we smile and laugh and dance and scream the songs at the top of our lungs.

"Listen, I wanted to ask - you're bi, right?"

I once again wonder how do all the people always know that in the back of my mind but beam instead. "Of course!"

"Cool! I'm too!"

"Really?"

"Sure! Why would I lie?"

I shrug my shoulders, not knowing myself.

"You got your phone here? I'll give you my Instagram."

"Sure, let me just get it."

I go to our table where I left that smart device, putting my jacket over my chair since having it around my waist is becoming uncomfortable a bit.

"That's the Matthew who said the shit about me."

I look up to be met with Yeojin's face. "Oh- Really?"

"Yeah." She doesn't seem mad or upset or anything, she's just informing me.

"Okay," I say and walk back.

Weird, I know, but... I feel uncomfortable leaving Matthew there alone when he's expecting me to come back. Plus - my drunk brain can't really attach the name and face to the situation Yeojin was talking about. Especially when she didn't mention any details.

And so we are dancing until we get a bit tired, simply holding each other close, locked in our own world.

Yeojin's word got lost somewhere in my clouded mind already. It's just me and that very attractive boy in front of me.

His palms land on my cheeks, thumbs brushing them oh so carefully, foreheads leaned together, hips moving from side to side into the rythm of the music that is much louder and more energetic than the moment we are just stuck in. He looks me in the eye and I can see so much in his - darkness and light and nothing and everything and colours and something that is pulling me in, closer. At the same time, his gaze goes to my lips while mine falls to his.

The kiss is wild since the beginning and I close my eyes in satisfaction...

...and see Seungmin's face in my mind.

After only few seconds, I turn my head to the side. I feel him biting my cheek hard as he was not expecting me to move away so suddenly.

Not like I was.

I look to the ground and he nods his head, arms crossed on his chest. "A-ha... So this is how it is? I see," he squints his eyes.

"I- I- No- I..." I can't raise my head when he's staring at me. My right cheek is burning hot, I still feel his teeth there.

He sighs, stepping closer again, carresing my arm softly. "And do you still wanna...?" His voice is sweet like honey, he cares about my opinion.

He cares.

That realisation makes all the pros and cons start a huge battle inside my spinning head.

I start rambling again but the puff of air he lest go off finally makes me raise my chin, eyes looking up to his face.

And there I find that kind smile again. "It can be just a one night stand, you know."

I look him in the eyes and can't help the shy smile. "You know what?" Having taken a deep breath, I nod my head. "You're right."

Our lips collide again.

And there is nothing to tear us apart.

—★—

Maybe I was wrong.

After a while of our lips dancing together, that girl from before runs up to us. "Matt, we have to go already."

"She loves to vanish and re-appear at the worst moments possible." Well now I know what he meant by that.

He pulls away, looking into my eyes for a while, his irises burning with fire. Just after that does he turn to her. "What time is it?"

"It's almost two already. You know what my parents said."

He sighs. "You're right." He looks at me. "I'm really sorry, Hyunjin. I have to go or else her parents won't let me take her out ever again."

I smile even though I feel a bit of sadness in my chest. "It's alright," I shake my head, "I get it. We all have our responsibilities, right?"

He nods his head and something in me wants him to lean in closer for one last kiss but the girl is already dragging him away by his hand and so we only wave at each other.

I stand there for a while, feeling empty before a wildly dancing Jaehyun comes into my view. I laugh and get closer to all the others, joining the circle.

I'm not alone after all, right? I still have them.

But even two hours later, when we're leaving, I feel my cheek burn.