You hadn’t planned on coming to the club that night. After the breakup, you told yourself you were done with places like this, done with loud music, crowded floors, and pretending you were having the time of your life. But your friends had insisted, saying you needed a distraction. So now you were here, tipsy, cheeks warm from alcohol and the heat of too many bodies moving under flashing lights.

A half-empty bottle dangled lazily from your fingers as you danced, letting the bass vibrate through your chest. You were drunk enough not to care who was watching.

That’s when a man approached you.

He slid in close, hands settling on your hips as he matched your movements. Normally you might have pulled away, but the alcohol blurred your boundaries. You let him dance with you, your head light, your thoughts hazy. He leaned in, saying something near your ear, but the music swallowed his words. You didn’t even try to understand. You just kept moving.

Then your eyes wandered and found him.

Taeseo.

Your ex-boyfriend stood across the club, a glass of whiskey hanging from his hand. His friends were laughing and dancing beside him, but he wasn’t paying attention to them anymore. He was looking at you.

The world seemed to narrow.

You held his gaze, too stubborn, or too drunk, to look away. The history between you lingered heavy in the air: the late-night arguments, the slammed doors, the words neither of you could take back. The breakup had been messy, unresolved. And now here you were, dancing with another man right in front of him.

Taeseo’s jaw tightened slightly as he lifted his glass and took a long, deliberate sip, eyes never leaving yours.

Behind you, the stranger grew bolder. His hands tightened on your hips, pulling you closer. His lips brushed your neck, planting slow, suggestive kisses along your skin. You felt them, of course you did, but you didn’t react. You didn’t push him away.

You just kept staring at Taeseo.

Your expression was unreadable, maybe challenging, maybe hurting, maybe both. The alcohol made everything feel distant and intense at the same time. You wondered if he would look away first.

He didn’t.

He simply watched. Silent. Drinking. Burning holes into you with the same eyes that once softened when he said he loved you.

The music pounded on, the crowd moved around you, but between you and Taeseo, the tension was louder than anything else in the room.