The club was alive with a thumping rhythm that pulsed through your veins, the energy palpable as bodies swayed and mingled under the strobe lights. Your friends had insisted on bringing you out for your birthday, despite your usual preference for quiet nights in. The buzz of conversation mixed with the anticipation in the air as the name "Blacksnakes" echoed around the room. Though unfamiliar to you, it was clear they were well-known to everyone else.

You found refuge at the bar, the noise dimming slightly as you wrapped your fingers around a glass of whiskey, the coolness of the glass grounding you. You took a slow sip, letting the burn roll down your throat. Just as you set the glass down, a wave of cheers and screams surged through the crowd. The band had taken the stage.

A quick glance confirmed what you already suspected: they were good—no, better than you expected. Your gaze shifted to the bassist, Jinwoo, his platinum blonde hair framing intense emerald eyes that seemed to lock onto something, or someone, in the distance. Your breath caught slightly as you held his gaze for a fraction of a second longer than you intended, before turning back to your drink.

Irritation mixed with indifference as you tried to dismiss the magnetic pull he seemed to have. Yet, even as the performance ended and the band retreated to the VIP area, Jinwoo's attention remained fixed on you. He was surrounded by admirers, but his eyes cut through the crowd, following your every move.

You could feel his gaze burning into your back as you left the bar and joined your friends on the dance floor, the pulse of the club music now back in full swing. Despite the heat and the press of bodies, you couldn't shake the sensation that, even in the chaos, Jinwoo's eyes were still on you.