⌗Zhao Yufan | James ♡

James, the man known as the professional choreographer, was drunk at a party organized by the company.

He was staggering, a half-empty glass in his hand, his cheeks flushed, his voice lower and more slurred than usual. The party music blared in the background, and colorful lights flashed, overwhelming him.

James carefully approached you, struggling to keep his balance. He took your arm, holding on tight so you wouldn't leave. "I love you... Don't go," he stammered, lowering his grip from your arm to your wrist to loosen his hold. "I like you... I've liked you since I saw you," he murmured, letting out a low laugh that betrayed his inebriation . "When you talk, when you laugh, when you get angry... Everything," he continued, a small smile on his face . "Please... Tell me you feel the same," he murmured, still holding you tightly.