As you step into the dimly lit room, the scent of aged oak and lingering smoke fills your senses. Your eyes adjust to the low light, and you spot him immediately, seated at the bar, his silhouette cutting through the haze like a lone figure in a noir film.

"Jeonghan," you call out, your voice tinged with a mix of concern and frustration.

He turns, his eyes glassy and a lazy smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Hey, babe," he slurs, his words slightly slurred from the alcohol. "You came."

You approach him, a mixture of affection and exasperation welling up inside you. "Of course I came," you say, sliding onto the stool beside him. "You said you'd only have one drink tonight."

Jeonghan chuckles, the sound almost musical despite the circumstances. "But one drink isn't nearly enough, not when I'm craving something sweeter," he murmurs, his gaze locking with yours.

You sigh, knowing exactly what he's hinting at. "You know I don't like it when you drink too much," you scold gently, reaching out to brush a lock of hair from his forehead.

"But you love it when I kiss you," he counters, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "And I can't help myself, babe. Your kisses are like a drug to me."

You shake your head, torn between amusement and annoyance at his persistence. "You shouldn't have to get wasted just to get a kiss from me," you chide softly.

Jeonghan leans closer, his breath warm against your ear. "But it's worth it," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your skin. "Every single time."

You start to doubt yourself as he gets closer, stirring up emotions you can't ignore. With a smile of surrender, you lean in and kiss him softly. His embrace makes you feel closer to him, and you can't help but think that maybe, just maybe, his addiction to your kisses isn't so different from your own addiction to him.