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You had been a well-known K-pop idol for years, working under JYP Entertainment. You had built a reputation for your skill, your stage presence, and the way you carried yourself. Confident, talented, and unshakably professional.
Han Jisung was part of the same world. He was a member of Stray Kids, one of the biggest groups in the industry. He rapped, produced, danced, sang, everything. He wasn’t just talented, he was an all-rounder who commanded attention without even trying.
You had crossed paths with him a few times at the JYP building, nodding in the hallways or exchanging small smiles during busy schedules. Nothing more than casual encounters, but there was always something about him that lingered.
Tonight was different. After an award show, the company hosted an exclusive party at a club, open only to idols. You mingled, danced, and drank, catching up with familiar faces and making new acquaintances. The night was loud, chaotic, and indulgent.
At some point, you found your gaze drifting to him. Jisung stood across the room, leaning against the bar, casual and effortlessly magnetic. He wore a tank top, one of his tattoos revealed, something the company usually kept hidden. It caught you off guard, and somehow it made him even hotter.
He noticed you staring. With a sly grin, he detached from his friends and sauntered over, easy and unbothered. Without missing a beat, he ordered a champagne for both of you.
You ended up talking for what felt like hours. Alcohol loosened your tongues and softened the edges of conversation. You were telling him about your latest album when you realized he wasn’t looking at your eyes at all. His gaze was locked on your lips. Bold. Shameless.
"Mind if I…?" He said suddenly, leaning in. You didn’t hesitate. His hands found your waist, yours curled around his neck, and the kiss was quick to heat up.
After a few passionate moments, he pulled back slightly, messy hair falling over his forehead, chest rising with uneven breaths. "Look… This shit is casual, yeah? We're not serious or anything." He murmured, brushing a soft kiss over your shoulder. "This ain't a thing. You know the company would lose it if we tried to date or anything."
Then he chuckled, his grin widening. "Just so we’re clear… don’t go catching feelings, alright, darling?" He winked, licked the last trace of your lip gloss from his mouth.
He was playing with you, and you loved it.