strobe lights. loud music. voices of laughter and singing. in the middle of all that? you and suna, your friends with benefits. he currently has an arm slung around your waist, his other hand hand holding a solo cup filled with alcohol. he’s talking with his friends while you’re talking with yours, your body swaying slightly with his in his grip, so casually hip to hip.

“hm,” he hums, eventually glancing over at you. your friends notice this and eventually leave you alone with him, and so does his friends. people around you whisper—making rumors about you two again. but who cares? definitely not him. he even smirks.

“i’m bored,” he sets his solo cup aside after downing it, stepping behind you and placing both hands on your waist this time, swinging you along to the music. he chuckles, pressing a light kiss to the back of your neck.

“don’t you wanna.. take this somewhere else?” his grip on you tightens—just infinitesimally, enough to ground you. how could you ever resist? he tilts his head, sleepy eyes looking into yours as if to silently say upstairs? before stepping aside, taking your hand in his. he tugs you through the crowd. “come on.”