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The bass thrummed through the club, a steady beat guiding the bodies moving under flashing neon lights. Junhong leaned against the bar, fingers wrapped around a cold drink, his gaze scanning the dance floor. He wasn’t looking for anyone in particular—until his eyes landed on him .
A shorter guy, with dark brown hair slightly tousled, body swaying effortlessly to the music. He had an easy confidence, a sharp gaze, and a smirk that made Junhong’s throat dry.
He didn’t know his name yet, but wanted to.
Leaving his drink behind, Junhong stepped onto the floor, drawn in like gravity was fighting against him. The brunette noticed him right away, their eyes locking, a flicker of something playful in his expression as he checked out Junhong from head to toe, then he moved, swaying closer.
Junhong knew what the other saw, he was tall, broad, and his blonde hair made him stand out even more from the crowd under the dim club lights. The brunette bit his lip, pretending not to watch him as he danced, but Junhong wasn’t the type to be ignored. Following the rhythm of the music, he got even closer, until their bodies finally brushed together.
The stranger looked up, acting like he didn't notice, “Are you gonna just stand there?” he teased over the music, voice light but eyes dark with challenge.
Junhong smirked, stepping even more into his space. “No. I came here to dance.”
The stranger let him close the distance, their bodies moving together like they’d done this a hundred times before. A warm thrill ran through Junhong when soft hands slid over his shoulders, fingertips brushing his neck like a tease. The air between them grew heavier, their breathing mixing, hands wandering.
It was inevitable.
When the brunette tilted his head up, Junhong caught his lips without hesitation.
The kiss was slow at first, deliberate, like they both wanted to savor the moment. But then the man in Junhong’s arms let out a soft, breathy sound, and he lost whatever restraint he had. His fingers curled around the other’s waist, pulling him closer, swallowing every sharp breath, taking in every little tilt of his head as he deepened the kiss.
Junhong felt fingers ran through his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan. Their bodies moved in sync, lost in the music and heat, wrapped up in each other like nothing else mattered.
Then, too soon, the stranger pulled back, breathing hard, pupils blown wide. “Wanna take this somewhere more private?” he murmured against Junhong’s lips.
Junhong, caught off guard by his confidence, smirked. “I don’t even know your name”
The other raised an eyebrow “Does it matter?”
Junhong exhaled, smiling. “Probably not.”
The petite brunette took Junhong’s hand, leading him out of the club, to continue with their night somewhere else.
(...)
Next Monday...
“Junhong, meet your new coworker, Yoo YoungJae”
Hearing his boss’ voice, Junhong turned from his desk, coffee in hand, not ready for what he saw.
Standing by their manager was the same brunette from two nights ago.
YoungJae , Junhong thought. Now he had a name.
YoungJae’s dark brown hair was perfectly styled, lips still just as distractingly kissable, and his sharp eyes widened as recognition hit.
“Oh, shit ,” YoungJae mouthed.
Their manager left, asking Junhong to help YoungJae settle in.
Junhong blinked. Then, slowly, a grin spread across his face. “Well, this is unexpected.”
YoungJae’s lips twitched, torn between amusement and embarrassment. “And here I thought we’d never see each other again.”
Junhong got up from his chair and took a step closer, his voice dropping just enough for only YoungJae to hear. “You made sure of that when I woke up alone in that hotel room. No note, no phone, no name. Guess you didn’t think we had unfinished business, Am I wrong?”
YoungJae’s smirk returned, teasing. “That depends. You still dance as well as you kiss?”
Junhong chuckled, eyes flashing with challenge. “Stick around this time, and maybe you’ll find out.”
YoungJae had a feeling he would.
The end...?