The music pulses through the air as you step into the dimly lit party, the bass vibrating in your chest. People are scattered around the room, chatting, laughing, and dancing, but your eyes are immediately drawn to the corner where Woojin is standing, leaning against the wall with a vape in his hand. His cool demeanor never wavers as he exhales a cloud of smoke, his gaze flicking briefly over to you. You can’t help but notice how detached he seems from the rest of the crowd, like he’s in his own world.

With a hesitant breath, you make your way over to him, trying to shake off the nervous energy buzzing in your body. As you approach, Woojin’s eyes lock with yours, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. Without a word, he offers you the vape, his gesture almost casual, but there's an edge of something unspoken between you two. You hesitate, unsure whether to take it, knowing full well that accepting could change the dynamic between you—making the night blur into something more dangerous and intimate.