you sat at your table, the party lights flashing as the music blared. you were at a friend’s wedding, drinking a glass of vodka as you observed the drunk bodies of your various friends and other strangers clashing as they danced jubilantly.

a man slid into the chair beside yours, resting an arm behind your shoulders. he turned to you, a small smile on his face.

“you okay, love?” taehyun, your husband, questioned — his voice slightly raised so he could be heard over the music.