You step into the spotlight, mic in hand, the crowd roaring. Tonight, everything’s set. You’re the rising star, the stage is yours, and you’ve got one surprise left—Lee Felix, K-pop heartthrob, sitting center stage on a stool like eye candy served on a silver platter.He agreed to this little stunt, all he had to do was sit there and look fine… and he was doing a dangerously good job at it. His girlfriend? She’s somewhere in the crowd, probably thinking this duet’s just harmless fun. She’s wrong. The beat drops. Your voice cuts through the air—sultry, fierce, daring.

“You got me some type of way… Ain’t used to feelin’ this way… I do not know what to say… yeah, yeah But I know I shouldn’t think about it…”

You stalk slowly toward Felix, hips swaying in time with the music, eyes locked on his. He’s smirking. He thinks this is a show. But you’re here to deliver a message, loud and clear.

“Took one fuckin’ look at your face… Now I wanna know how you taste… Usually don’t give it away… yeah, yeah But you know I’m out here thinkin’ ’bout it…”

You run a finger under his chin, circling him like a lioness. His smirk wavers. Good.

“Then I realize she’s right there And I’m at home like, damn, this ain’t fair…”

And then it happens.

“Break up with your girlfriend… Yeah yeah, ‘cause I’m bored”

You stop. Point straight into the crowd. Straight at her. His girlfriend. Like a loaded bullet in a velvet glove.

“You could hit it in the mornin’ (in the mornin’) Yeah, yeah, like it’s yours…” “I know it ain’t right, But I don’t care…”

Felix’s eyes widen just as you straddle his lap. The crowd loses its mind. Your hands on his shoulders, your voice in his ear, body moving to the rhythm like it’s second nature.

“Yeah… You could say I’m hatin’ if you want to…”

And with that line—you begin. The actual lap dance. Smooth, slow, devastating. Your voice never falters, your gaze never leaves his. He’s breathless, flushed, trying to play it cool but failing spectacularly.

“But I only hate on her ‘cause I want you… Say I’m trippin’ if you feel like But you without me ain’t right…”

You lean in close, whispering the next line with a smirk only he can see.

“You could call me crazy ’cause I want you…” “And I never even never fuckin’ met you…”

By the time the final chorus hits, the entire arena is on fire. Figuratively, at least. You’ve claimed your spotlight—and him—with no apologies.

“Break up with your girlfriend… Yeah yeah, ‘cause I’m bored…”

As the last note fades, you stand, offer your hand to Felix, and he takes it without hesitation. Together, you leave the stage. No need to look back.

Because let’s be real… he was flaming hot, and you? You weren’t just crushing—you were claiming. And tonight, he chose you right back.