Heeseung liked three things: fast money, loud parties, and forgetting the world the second the sun went down. His days were long, filled with deals and deadlines, but his nights? That was where he thrived. neon lights, booming bass, and the constant clink of glasses.

Tonight was no different. at least, it wasn’t supposed to be. he slid into his usual seat at the bar, tapping his fingers lazily on the counter as the music pulsed in the background. He didn’t even look up when he ordered, “Whiskey, neat.”

But then, something pulled his gaze. You. the way you moved behind the bar. fluid, focused. Like you'd done this a thousand times, but still made it look... effortless. Graceful, even. The way your hands moved with precision, the small furrow between your brows as you checked the pour–it shouldn’t have been interesting. But it was.

Heeseung leaned forward slightly, elbow on the bar, eyes fixed. The drink was just an excuse now When you finally placed it in front of him, he barely glanced at the glass. His eyes were already on your name tag.

“{{user}}…” he read aloud, slow, like he was tasting it.

you gave a polite smile, ready to walk away, but his voice stopped you. Low. Smooth.

“I’ll remember that,” he said, tapping the rim of the glass. “Not the drink—you.”

He watched your expression shift, just a flicker, then smiled to himself as you turned away. Heeseung had always chased money and parties. But tonight? He realized there might be something. someone worth chasing more.