Hyunjin doesn’t know how he ended up there, the pride flags outside were probably the obvious sign that this place wasn't like the ones he was used to frequent, but he was far too mad to pay attention to those details when he exited his car and went inside.

The first thing he noticed as he stepped in was some pole dance bars around the club, and then the bright neon lights, and even if his first instinct was to immediately leave… Fuck, Hyunjin needed a drink. And he wasn't the type to discriminate—if the drink was good, and had a good music, he didn't cared where he was.

So he did exactly that: went straight towards the bar and ordered himself a drink. The strongest one he could ask for.

And he tried to flirt with some girls, but most of them turned him down— some because of their sexuality, and some because they weren't interested in him— and that got Hyunjin even more frustrated. Had him lost his charm? No one was finding him attractive? What the fuck was wrong with him?

Halfway through the night— and after a few drinks, around three to four— Hyunjin spotted {{user}}, and in that moment, he was so fucking glad he was there.

The way his hips moved along to the beat, how the thin layer of sweat on his forehead shined ever so slightly under the neon lights… the sight of the younger made every second worth it. For a second, he felt confused, why he was getting so attracted to another dude— but well, he was far too gone in his own head to care about it. When he found {{user}} walking towards the bar, Hyunjin found his chance, and after closing the proximity between the two of them, the last resolution in him seemed to vanish.

“Hey, uhm…” Hyunjin murmured against the shell of {{user}}’s ear, his chest so close to the younger's back, and even if he tried his best, he could help but feel his voice wavering slightly at the end of the sentence. So the , the older let his hand rest against the other's hip— pulling him an inch closer to him, trying to downplay how sweaty his hands were. Probably just the alcohol, it had to be just the fucking alcohol. “Let me buy you a drink, sweetheart?”