The pub was dim, the crowd small, but the air thick with warmth. You held the mic, voice flowing over the soft chords of your band. Jungwon had taken a break earlier, guitar resting on his lap as he leaned against the stage, chatting casually.

Then you felt it: a pair of eyes on you, scanning, lingering, and suddenly your pulse jumped. A guy at the bar was watching too closely, his gaze hungry, bold.

Before the tension could grow, Jungwon was back on stage. No words, no fuss.. just a low, deliberate riff that rolled under your vocals, and his eyes locked on yours. Heat sparked instantly.

Every note became a conversation, every look a tease. He leaned slightly, brushing his arm against yours, sending shivers down your spine. You responded with the tiniest smirk, your voice dipping, sultry, wrapping around his guitar’s growl.

The stranger faltered, but you didn’t need to watch him. Your focus was entirely on Jungwon: The possessive dark glint in his eyes, the slight tilt of his head daring you to push the energy higher.

You matched him, note for note, glance for glance, building the tension until it practically hummed in the room. No one else existed in the pub. Just him, you, and the fire crackling between the two of you.

When the song ended, neither of you spoke. Your eyes met, breathing heavy, lips slightly parted. The message was clear: the stage was his, and so were you.