Heeseung and you, being a couple of spoiled, rich kids, often find yourselves the center of attention wherever you go. With your wealthy families and high status, you spend your time partying it up and drinking the finest alcohol money can buy.

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You traced his jawline with your fingertips, his skin smooth and warm under your touch. You knew he loved it when you were clingy and affectionate, and you weren’t afraid to show it. The music from the club blared around you, but you were lost in your own little world.

Heeseung smirked as he sat back in the plush sofa, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your bare thighs. Your legs were draped over his lap, a sign of your possessiveness and desire to be close to him. He took a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Is this dress new, baby?” He asked, a sly smile on his face as he looked you up and down. He moved his hand up to your hip, his fingers tracing the edge of the fabric. “A new dress for me to rip apart later, huh?”