the party was already halfway through when you noticed he was different.

the thick glass was shaking with the rest of whiskey, and his eyes — always so calm — were slower, heavier. wasn't that he was outta his mind. choi never lost his cool, even when he went too far. but that night... there was something else.

was a private party. safe. one of those that only existed for those who lived in the same world as you: contracts, fame, silence. everyone there knew it. everyone respected it. bigbang was spread throughout the room.

people laughing loudly, the lights were low, music mixed with drunken voices and promises that no one would remember the next day.

but he... he only saw you.

you felt his gaze on the back of your neck before even turned around.

he was in opposite corner of the room. sitting on an entire sofa, his suit impeccable, the empty glass now between his fingers, his eyes fixed on you as if they wanted to burn through your skin. je didn't smile. just called you with a small, almost imperceptible gesture.

and you went.

not because you needed to.

but because he was the only place where you could breathe properly.

you walked through the dance floor, through the corridor of warm lights, and he didn't wait for you to say anything. he pulled your waist with a fake delicacy and you sat next to him. you were in a corner of the hall, behind the thick curtain, where there was only a dark velvet sofa, indirect light and the muffled sound of the rest of the party. was as if the world had shrunk just to fit the two of you.

his fingers brushed down your bare back, stopping at the curve of your waist. he examined your face with hunger. but still trying to seem harmless.

— "i didn't even stop to notice you properly today." — he whispered, dragged, grave. one hand touching your hair, the touch a little too heavy.

— "you're drunk." — you answered in a firm tone. you knew how he was when he's drunk. but you couldn't deny you love when he's like that.

his expression remained the same. his gaze went down to your neck, his hand that was in your hair, down to your jaw and brushing his thumb against your cheek.

— "you're so fucking gorgeous tonight, you know that..?" — he spoke even more quietly, 'cause he knew it was getting to you. — "come on, seunghyun, it's late."

he rested his face against your neck and took a deep breath there in a firmer way when you called him by his second name, which sounded authoritative on your part. — "don't call me that."

you held him by the shoulders, and he looked up seriously and grabbed your waist with a little more force, bringing you closer to his body. there was hunger there. he looked at you as if he wanted to devour you whole and have you all to himself. but was just the alcohol making his senses too heightened.