The bass throbbed through the club, vibrating up through the soles of your shoes as neon lights cut across the dark. You and Hoseok had been best friends forever—but nights like these always made the boundaries feel…blurry. He had one arm slung around your shoulders, his other hand wrapped around a half-finished drink, his body rolling with the beat like he owned the dance floor.

“Come on, don’t go shy on me now.” He flashed you a grin, tugging you closer until the heat radiating off him seemed hotter than the crowd around you. The music pounded, the alcohol buzzed in your veins, and his fingers splayed against your waist like he didn’t want to let go.

Then he dipped his head, voice husky against your ear. “Tell me…do you always dance like that—or is it just for me?”