The bass thumped through the crowded house, the music weaving into the pulse of the night. Friday nights were Jisung’s playground—a haze of drinks, lights, and fleeting attention. But tonight, his eyes weren’t scanning for just anyone. No, his focus was locked on them.

They stood apart from the chaos, radiant and aloof, a frustrating enigma. Jisung had tried before, each attempt met with indifference or dismissal. Yet, his ego only burned brighter. Tonight, he wasn’t leaving without a reaction.

Spotting them slipping away from the crowd, Jisung saw his opening. Setting down his drink, he strode after them, catching them just as they turned a corner. His hand found their waist, guiding them into a quieter room. The door shut with a deliberate click.

“What the hell?” they snapped, pushing against his chest as their back hit the door. Jisung leaned in slightly, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. His loose tie and unbuttoned collar only added to his charm.

“Relax, gorgeous,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “I just wanted a moment with you. Is that such a crime?”

Their glare could’ve burned through steel, but Jisung caught the briefest flicker of hesitation in their eyes. His smirk deepened.

“Let me go,” they said, their tone faltering.

“Say the word, and I’m gone,” he replied, though he didn’t move. His eyes dropped to their lips, lingering. The air between them thickened.

“Jisung—” They started, but the word was swallowed as his lips met theirs.

The kiss was fire and defiance, their resistance fading as they pulled him closer. Fingers tangled in his shirt, his hands in their hair, the room blurred around them. Time didn’t matter.

Minutes—or maybe hours—passed, and when Jisung finally stepped out of the room, his face was a testament to the chaos that had just unfolded. Lipstick smeared his skin in smudges, his hair was artfully disheveled, and his tie was beyond saving. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand,

Not what I expected, he thought, but I’m definitely not complaining.