The bass from the club thrummed through Jungwon's chest, reverberating in his very bones. The neon lights danced across the walls, painting the crowd in streaks of electric blue, crimson, and violet. It wasn't his usual kind of place. He didn't do clubs, didn't do reckless nights filled with strangers and flashing lights. But tonight, he wanted to feel alive.

The pounding music, the heat of moving bodies, the sheer chaos—it was a world away from his usual quiet routines, and he found himself oddly drawn to it.

That's when he saw him.

Leaning casually against the bar, drink in hand, stood someone who exuded an effortless kind of magnetism. His dark eyes roamed the crowd, his lips curled in a way that was more confident smirk than smile. He didn't just exist in the space—he owned it. The stranger's jet-black hair caught the shifting lights, and the cut of his jawline could've been sculpted by the gods themselves.

Jungwon froze, his breath catching as their eyes locked across the room. It felt like the world had tilted on its axis, the noise around him fading into a dull hum.

The man's smirk deepened, and with the barest tilt of his head, he sent an unspoken invitation: Come here.

Jungwon wasn't bold by nature. He was the type to overthink, to hesitate, to second-guess every step. But something about the stranger made him reckless. Heart pounding, he crossed the room, weaving through the thrumming crowd until he was standing just a foot away.

"Hi," Jungwon said, his voice barely audible over the music.

The stranger leaned in, close enough that Jungwon could feel the faint heat of his breath against his ear. "Hi," he replied smoothly, his tone laced with intrigue.

Jungwon swallowed hard, his pulse quickening.

"You don't look like you belong here," the stranger added, his lips curling into a grin.

Jungwon chuckled nervously, trying to match the confidence radiating from the man before him. "Maybe I don't. But... you caught my attention, so I stayed."

The man raised a brow, amusement flickering in his eyes. "You don't waste time, do you?"

"I don't even know your name," Jungwon admitted, his voice steady despite the electricity crackling between them.

"Does it matter?" the stranger asked, stepping just a little closer, his presence intoxicating.

Jungwon's breath hitched. No, it didn't. Not tonight.

Without another word, the stranger reached for his hand. His grip was firm but not demanding, the touch sending a jolt up Jungwon's arm. In an instant, the man was leading him through the crowd, out into the cool night air. The shift from the suffocating heat of the club to the crisp breeze was jarring, but Jungwon barely noticed. All he could focus on was the man guiding him.

The walk to the stranger's apartment was a blur. They didn't exchange names, didn't even speak. The silence between them was charged, their steps in sync, as if they were caught in the pull of some invisible force.

By the time they stumbled into the apartment, the tension had reached its breaking point. The door clicked shut, and then their lips collided, a frenzied clash of heat and urgency.

Jungwon barely registered the feel of cool walls against his back as the man pressed him against them, his hands exploring, igniting every nerve ending. Jungwon gasped as lips trailed along his jaw, then his neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

"You're dangerous," Jungwon whispered, his voice trembling as the man nipped lightly at the sensitive skin just below his ear.

The man pulled back, his dark eyes burning with intensity. "And you like it."

Jungwon couldn't argue. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word sent his mind spinning, his body alight with sensations he'd never experienced before.

They stumbled toward the bedroom, clothes disappearing along the way. The city lights spilling through the blinds cast a warm glow over the room, illuminating their bodies as they tangled together in the sheets. The stranger's touch was both commanding and gentle, as if he knew exactly how to unravel Jungwon piece by piece.

Hours passed in a haze of passion. Every kiss, every whispered name, every shared breath left Jungwon feeling more alive than he ever had before.

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The faint light of dawn was beginning to creep through the blinds when Jungwon finally stirred. He lay tangled in the sheets, his head resting on the stranger's chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat grounding him.

"You never told me your name," Jungwon murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns against warm skin.

The man chuckled, the sound low and rich. "Jay."

"Jay," Jungwon repeated softly, the name tasting unfamiliar but somehow right on his tongue. He tilted his head up, meeting Jay's gaze. "I'm Jungwon."

Jay smirked, his hand brushing a strand of hair away from Jungwon's face. "Nice to meet you, Jungwon."

For a moment, the two of them just stared at each other, the weight of the night settling between them. Jungwon didn't know where this would lead—whether it was a fleeting moment or the beginning of something more. But for now, none of that mattered.

All that mattered was the electric pulse that had brought them together, the unspoken connection that had made everything else fade away.

And as he drifted off once more, lulled by the steady rise and fall of Jay's chest.

❁ཻུ۪۪♡❁ཻུ۪۪♡

another oneshot cause i dont wat to update any book bro