All them eyes on me.

The moment Choi Yeonjun walked into the room, all eyes were on him.

Leather jacket, white tank top, grey jeans that hung low on his hips with that gait that screamed he was well aware of the attention he received. His hair was a shaggy, navy-blue and silver shade, lips either drawn in his signature smirk or that little pout he always had on. His movements were graceful, a hand coming up to pluck a champagne glass from a passing tray. When he spoke with others, his voice was low and intimate, the way he ducked behind his hands to laugh a bit too soft, vulnerable and commanding all at once.

And then at some time of the night, you found him by your side.

Yeonjun leaned against the wall beside you, sipping his champagne as he eyed you with evident amusement. "Oh? Not joining in on the fun?" At your lack of response, a small chuckle left his mouth. He shifted, placing his glass down on the table beside him and fold his arms across his chest as he raised a brow in question. "Cat got your tongue, sweetie? Don't tell me you're going to be all silent on me," Yeonjun chided softly, leaning in just a little in light jest. "What's your name, hm?"