Hyunjin leaned against the closet door, the muffled bass of the party thumping through the walls. Smoke lingered in the air, mixing with the scent of expensive cologne.

"You’re not the party type," Hyunjin said, the smoke swirling into your face from his puffy lips as he grips your thigh, you’re sat in his lap ever since that stupid bottle landed in your direction.

"I'm not," you replied, shyly meeting his gaze before he licks a stripe along your neck.