I walked towards the entrance of the club shaking a little bit. I'm only 16, but my id said I was 22. I thought I could pull it off because my heels were over 5 inches and my dress was pretty tight (and don't only older people always wear slutty clothes, insert sarcasm here).

I was staying in China for the summer after sophomore year because my dad owned a company here and I wanted an internship to put on my college applications. So here I was pretending that I was a hard working kid, when in reality I was normally off shopping or hopping from one party to the next.

Successfully I passed the bouncer and made my way into the pulsating club. Music bounced off the walls and colorful lights gleamed from the ceiling to the floor. I automatically started to sway to the upbeat music as I looked for the nearest bar.

Even though I came from America, my Chinese was still pretty good since I had been learning it in school for quite some years. I pulled my brown hair to the side as I leaned over the bar counter and asked the waiter for a margarita.

Sipping my drink slowly so I could last the night longer, I scouted the dance floor for someone that seemed fun.

It was then that I noticed a smiling Asian guy with swoopy blonde hair and an energetic atmosphere. He was in the center of a gaggle of girls screaming over him. I wondered who he was until I remembered all the posters I had seen recently: Exo live in China! All 12 members will make an appearance! Come out for the shows!

Right now I was currently in Hong Kong and while that city didn't always feel like 'China' it was still technically in the map of China, so I guessed they were having their first show in Hong Kong.

Racking my brain for his name I couldn't remember it so I decided to just go up and ask.

Holding my drink up high and pulling the neck of my dress low (to show off my boobs of course), I sauntered over to all the other girls entangled together. I tried to make eye contact with the guy but his attention was on nothing but the music.

Sighing I decided that I had to get into the middle of it and dance my way over to him.

I wiggled my way past the first few girls, but had trouble getting through the rest with a glass of alcohol and stiletto heels. I started pushing with my free hand to avoid damage to my dress and finally made it closer to the beautiful boy with blonde hair.

Finally noticing me, his eyes widened a bit at seeing me staring at him. He slowly walked over to me until our feet were almost touching. In a bad accent he asked in English "Can I have a sip?"

I just nodded and let him take the drink. His hands were cool to the touch as they wrapped around where my fingers were holding the glass. I let my grasp slip from the cup as he held firmly onto the wet glass.

He took a drink and then another, seeming to enjoy the beverage of my choice. "Thanks," was all he said until he set it down on a nearby side table and grabbed my waist, pulling me in close to his wildly beating heart. "My name's Sehun. What's yours?"

I contemplated answering but instead said, "I think you'll have to work for that answer."

He blinked at me and then burst out laughing, "Well that's the first time someone's ever turned me down."

"Oh I'm not turning you down, I'm just making you work for it," I smiled at him and brought my lips close to his ears and whispered "because I think you're worth it."

We ended up dancing and grinding on each other until the early hours of the morning. We left the club hand in hand while the sun was rising and the sky turned pink. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. We both stopped to watch as the large orange orb floated into the sky and made the whole world look like it was on fire. This was perhaps the best time I had ever had with a guy, even though we had just met at some shady club.

We walked past the other clubs and into a small café that said it was open 24 hours a day. Sehun put his hood up so people wouldn't recognize him, even though there weren't many out.

We chose a booth and just sat there looking at each other. We ordered some french-fries and two milkshakes. We exchanged our ages and found out that we were only three years apart. We started to get to know each other through a game of 20 questions, and later on just stories about our lives.

Once we had finished up eating we got up to leave. Out the door and into the streets we were still holding hands and our cheeks were slightly pink. I knew it was time to part ways, but why would I ever want to leave such a terrific guy behind?

"So, are you ever gonna tell me your name?" He asked me and his eyes got a bit wider.

"Yeah, I think you deserve it." I leaned over to him and planted a soft kiss upon his cheek. "My name is…"