You're in the bathroom later that night, taking your make up off. The guys have let you use the room first. Such gentlemen. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you notice your swollen lips and bring a hand up to brush them gently, still feeling Yugyeom. Your skin, for the first time in a while, looks healthy and a pinkish hue has overtaken your cheeks.

The drive back was quiet, everyone was pretty exhausted. You were full of appreciation for these people and hadn't hesitated to thank them.

A knock resounds on the door and you adjust your t-shirt over your tracksuit bottoms as you open the door.

Jackson stands outside wearing a baggy long-sleeved top and tracksuit bottoms. Surprise and glee fills you at the thought of Jackson coming to look for you. But you hear movement in the room and see Yugyeom entering. Confusion fills you at the thought of both of them in the same room and you can't decide who your pounding heart is for. With a glance over at the two of you by the bathroom, Yugyeom smiles, grabs a change of clothes and exits again, leaving you and Jackson alone.

Turning your attention to the man in front of you, you smile at the look on his face. Fascination and excitement fills his eyes as he gazes at you. You feels slightly fidgety under his look and clear your throat, which seems to jolt him back down to earth.

"What's up?" You smile up at him, curious to know what brought him to you.

Jackson scrubs a hand over the back of his neck and your neck tilts to the side as it's your turn to watch him.

"Is Jackson Wang... nervous?" Teasing him never felt so natural and he immediately brings his hand down, puffing out his chest.

"No. I just... well..." The nerves appear on his face tenfold.

Needing to reassure him, you say; "Jackson. It's me."

With that a lazy smile takes out his mouth and he reaches out a hand. "Follow me."

With one last curious glance at his face, you take his outstretched hand, trusting him irrevocably.

Relief fills his face as he gazes once again down at you, as if he didn't believe you would go with him.

Then you're being pulled from Yugyeom's room, out the door. With a glance to your right, you see no other soul in the corridor but can hear the others laughing.

Jackson pulls you to the elevator and when it arrives, you walk in, never letting go of his hand.

Side by side, hip to hip, you stand.

"Why aren't you with the rest of the group?" You're genuinely curious about why he would choose to be with you.

He tilts his face down to look at you. "Because I wanted to be with you."

And with that, Jackson presses the second floor button. His thumb caresses your knuckles as you stand there, facing forward. It doesn't take long for the lift to reach it's destination and immediately when it stop, Jackson tugs you out.

You find yourself in an entrance hall with a single set of doors ahead of you. The hall is dimly lit, as if someone had only just turn the lights on. Tables of flowers line the walls and Jackson nudges you towards the doors, you see the sign above them.

Westgate Ballroom.

A trill of excitement buzzes through you. Jackson reaches his other hand and pushes the door knob. The doors swing open, welcoming you into the room.

It's dark and Jackson immediately lets go of your hand to put on the lights. One by one, the expanse is revealed. Dark wood floors are accented by deep red walls and a bold chandelier takes up the centre of your ceiling. You do a twirl, taking it in.

"Jackson... what is this?" You face him, leaning against the wall with a smile on his face. He walk over to you.

"Well, we didn't get our dance so here we are."

"But there's no music," you reply, knowing that won't stop him.

He takes out his phone and puts on a soft song. Naked by James Arthur.

Closer, he comes towards you before you're standing chest to chest. Running one hand down your arm, Jackson takes your hand and you stand there motionless, watching his face as it watches his hands. Taking that hand, he places it on one broad shoulder before taking the other one and clasping it within his larger grip.

"I love this song." You say softly and he only nods.

"I know." At your questioning look he continues. "I heard you listening to it in the bathroom," he admits.

You heart pounds so hard you swear he can hear it. The fact that he notices the little things touches you and your lips slowly curve up.

The two of you continue swaying to the music, eyes on each other, speaking when your mouths don't.

Is this ok? His ask.

It's perfect, yours reply.

No words are needed as you share this moment, the dim light illuminating his features.

Jackson pulls you closer until your head is resting on his shoulder.

"I'm glad you're here. With us." You feel his chest rumble as he speaks.

"So am I." Your eyes falls close.

"Are you nervous about going home?" Jackson asks tentatively and you reply without missing a beat.

"Not right now."

The song changes and Perfect by Ed Sheeran and Beyonce fills the room. Lifting you head, you watch him as he finds his words.

"When i'm with you, i know exactly who I am and exactly who I want to be." His words are soft and his eyes meet yours.

The moment you connect, Jackson's face tilts down while yours tilts up and your lips meet in the middle.

Then suddenly a torch light engulfs the two of you and you jerk away from Jackson. Turning towards the doors, you see a security guard looking very annoyed.

"Excuse me, you can't be in here." He begins to walk over to you and Jackson's hands fall from your waist.

You can't help but feel annoyed at the man, who is simply doing his job, for ruining a perfect moment and when neither you nor Jackson moves he speaks again. "Could you leave? Please." With one last scathing look at the two of you, he turns and stalks away.

You follow, head down and hear Jackson walk beside you. When you reach the lift, the guard presses the button.

"What floor are you staying in?" He asks and the elevator arrives.

The three of you step inside.

"Are you seriously going to chaperone us back to our rooms?" Jackson sounds as agitated as you feel and you glance over at him, taking in his angry stance and crossed arms.

"Yes," is all the security guard replies with and Jackson mumbles your floor. The button is pressed and the lift whirs into action. With a ping the doors open and you step our hurriedly, Jackson on your heels.

With that, the guard mutters loud enough for you to hear "youths these days"  and presses another button, the doors closing.

Before you can even take a step forward, Yugyeom comes barrelling out of his room. Once he sees you and Jackson, he rushes forward.

"Where have you been?" The words rush out and guilt fills you. Not only for sneaking off but for not telling Jackson what happened between you and Yugyeom.

You open your mouth to speak but Jackson beats you to it. "We went for a walk." You exchange a glance and share a smile with him before facing Yugyeom once again.