The bass of the music thumped through the floor, vibrating up through the soles of everyone's shoes. The VIP section was roped off from the rest of the crowd, a raised platform with plush leather couches and a table crowded with bottles and glasses.
HJ
Han Jisung
leaning back, grinning Bro, I swear, that guy almost dropped his whole drink when he saw us walk in.
FL
Felix Lee
laughing, nudging Han That's because Minho was staring at him like he owed him money.
LM
Lee Minho
smirking, taking a slow sip of his drink He did. From last time.
The only one who wasn't laughing was Hyunjin. He sat at the edge of the couch, one arm draped over the back, the other holding a glass loosely. His eyes scanned the room like he was looking for something — or someone. The red and blue lights caught the sharp line of his jaw, the silver rings on his fingers.
BC
Bang Chan
noticing Hyunjin's silence, leaning over You good?
HY
Hyunjin
without looking at him, voice low and cool Just bored.
That's when his gaze landed on you.
You could feel it before you saw it — that weight of someone watching. Hyunjin didn't look away. He tilted his head slightly, like he was sizing you up, then took a drink without breaking eye contact.
