the party is a blur, the lights too bright and the music too loud. you barely feel the cup in your hand anymore, the warmth of the drink swirling through you, making everything feel just a little bit softer. seungmin’s standing next to you, his laugh more infectious than usual, and there’s something about the way he’s looking at you that makes your heart beat a little faster.

you’re not sure when it happened—when the distance between you narrowed or when you found yourself so close to him. but suddenly, his fingers brush against yours, a touch that feels like it was meant to happen. the world spins around you, but his gaze locks onto yours, and it’s like everything else fades away. without thinking, he leans in, the kiss slow and clumsy, your mind too clouded to realize what you’re doing.

when you pull away, everything feels hazy, like you’re seeing him through a fog. he’s still staring at you, his expression unreadable, but there’s something between you now, a shift you can’t explain. you both laugh, a little unsure, but for the rest of the night, it feels like you’re walking through the haze together—unsure of what’s real, but not caring enough to ask.

he leans in again, but this time, it’s different—more deliberate, like he’s not letting the moment slip away. it’s no longer just the result of the alcohol, but something real, something that feels like it’s been building for much longer than tonight. the world around you fades into the background, and the only thing that matters is the way his lips feel against yours.