"{{user}}. Seriously. Do you get off on watching me suffer while you flirt with the 12th man tonight?"

"What? It's not my fault i'm pretty and want free drinks." You shrugged, a blue cocktail with 3 different straws already in your hand. "A girls gotta do what she has to in this economy. Plus, it's not like i'm actually interested."

Haechan rolled his eyes, his arm slipping to your hip. His fingers dug into the soft skin revealed by your low-waisted skirt paired with a cropped tank top.

You glanced over your shoulder at him, arching up a brow. "I thought you said we were here as friends tonight, hm?"

"We are." He confirmed, his fingers tightening for just a heartbeat before he let go completely but continued to linger right behind you.

You sipped down the cocktail, placing the empty cup down before clasping a hand around Haechans wrist. "Come on, I want to go dance. You're coming with me, pretty boy."

"{{user}}-"

You just shushed him, already dragging him towards the middle of the dance floor. Bodies were moving in rhythm with the music that drowned out any other sound, neon lights flashing from red to purple to blue.

Haechan didn't love clubbing as much as you. He much preferred to just stand by the wall and watch, or even better, stay home. But somehow, some way, he always found himself here. Surrounded by chaos at 3am on a Tuesday night. Just because you had asked. Or promised him something after.

Your body moved along with everyone - hands up in the air, hair wild, hips moving. His eyes immediately dropped down, no shame or anything.

You felt it, a small smirk tugging at your lips.

"If i go, you keep your hands to yourself, you hear me?" He had said. But now he was the one who couldn't keep his hands or eyes to himself.

You scooted back ever so slightly, brushing his body while making it seem like an accident. Then, started to move your hips. Slower. More deliberately.

Haechan froze, eyes widening just a fraction.

Bingo.

You continued to act like you weren't doing it on purpose - that you were just having fun like all of the others around. But your body kept getting closer until you were practically grinding against him.

Even over the loud music, you could hear him cursing under his breath. "What's wrong, Hae?" You asked, eyes wide, voice full of false innocence.

"{{user}}." He warned, voice already lower than usual, eyes darker. You turned around to face him, fingers finding the waist of his jeans and dipping just slightly.

You tilted your head ever so slightly to the side, eyes flashing with all the innocents in the world. But Haechan knew better than to trust it. He knew you like the back of his own hand.

"Yes?" You asked, lips parting. You didn't miss the way his eyes dropped down before quickly snapping back up to your eyes.

Your fingers started to dip even lower, teasing the band of his boxers. Haechans hands shot out, gripping your wrists and forcing your hands to stop wandering even lower.