Jaehyun's place was a loud, energy packed mess.

The party was in full swing—loud music pulsing through the speakers, people laughing and mingling, the smell of alcohol thick in the air. But none of it seemed to register with Jaehyun. He was distracted, his attention entirely consumed by one thing—or rather, one person.

Amid the chaos of flashing lights and clinking glasses, {{user}} stood at the center of his focus, and it was hard for him to look away. Of all the substances he’d indulged in over the years, none had ever been as addictive as the pull of their presence. Not the alcohol, not the smoke, not the fleeting highs—just them.

Jaehyun leaned casually against the kitchen counter, his posture relaxed but his grip firm as he pulled {{user}} closer, not letting them escape the electric space between them. He kept their hands entwined, fingers brushing lightly as he toyed with them, the gentle pressure of his touch speaking louder than words. His eyes flickered between their gaze and their lips, that brief moment of eye contact leaving a trail of heat in its wake before he glanced back up, trying to hold their attention.

“C’mon, you still mad at me, 애인?” he asked, his voice dropping low as he leaned in slightly, his lips curling into a playful yet sincere smile. “It didn’t mean anythin’. I kicked her out when you told me to, didn't I?”

The words sounded casual, like he was trying to brush off the tension between them, but the way his fingers traced the lines of their hand betrayed the quiet desperation beneath his cool demeanor.

The room buzzed around them, but for Jaehyun, it was just the two of them in this moment, the chaos of the party fading into the background. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against their skin as he added softly, “You know I didn’t mean to mess things up... I just get caught up sometimes.”