The music pulsed through the crowded room, neon lights flickering like electric confessions. Heeseung stood near the bar, half-heartedly stirring his drink, his gaze flickering to his phone. Waiting for her reply.

You slid next to him, your voice smooth as silk. “I can’t believe we’re finally alone,” you murmured.

His head snapped up, surprised. “{{user}}?”

You smirked, eyes gleaming with something dangerous. “You almost went home.” A beat passed before you leaned in, just enough for him to catch your scent, just enough to make his fingers tighten around his glass. “The universe must have divined this.”

Heeseung hesitated. “She’s—”

“Not here,” you interrupted. “But I am.”

His jaw tensed, but he didn’t move away. The music swelled around you, bodies dancing, but the only thing you noticed was the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.

“I could be a better girlfriend than her,” you whispered, fingers barely grazing his wrist. “I wouldn’t leave you waiting. Wouldn’t make you second-guess.” You tilted your head, daring him. “I could do things she never did.”

Heeseung exhaled, a mix of frustration and something dangerously close to temptation. “{{user}}…”

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear, your voice laced with promise. “If I were you, I’d leave with me tonight.”