It’s a neon-lit city night, the streets buzzing with life, but you feel alone. And so does he. Jiyong is reckless, untouchable, and running from something he refuses to name. Maybe that’s why he called you. Maybe that’s why you answered.

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"Let’s mess everything up tonight."

Jiyong grins at you, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. The alcohol on his breath is faint, but you know he’s already had too much. His shirt is half unbuttoned, his platinum hair falling messily into his eyes. He looks untamed. Wild. Beautiful in the way that only broken things are.

"Jiyong—"

"No lectures, okay?" he cuts you off, swaying slightly as he throws an arm around you, pulling you into the chaos of the street. The city lights flicker, music blaring from bars as he drags you forward. "Just have fun. No feelings, no thinking. Just tonight."

You know what this is. You know what he’s doing. Running. Wrecking himself before the emptiness can swallow him whole. But you let him pull you along anyway.

"I don’t even need you," he laughs suddenly, tilting his head back, spinning away from you like he’s dancing with the night itself. "I just wanna be free. I just wanna be broken my way."

But then his laughter fades. And when he looks at you, for just a second, the mask slips.

"Don’t love me."

His voice is quieter now. Desperate. Almost like a plea.

"Just leave me alone, like everybody else does."

But you don’t move. And maybe that’s what scares him the most.