It’s the Alcohol

After a moment of deep breaths, he met Seung-ho’s gaze head-on, determined to challenge him. “Because I’m bored, and you’re making me nervous as hell,”

Min-a’s admission seemed to please Seung-ho, though he suspected it was the alcohol loosening his ton.

“What about your date?” He took another sip of his dry martini.

Seung-ho was testing how patient Min-a could be. Not knowing he was as impatient as a child.

“Wait for a moment, let me ask her.” Min-a turned to the empty space beside him. “Hello, dear, do you want to dance?...oh, right, you don’t exist?” He turned back to face Seung-ho.

When he saw that the older man had looked away, Min-a scowled hard, leaned in, and grabbed his chin with a strong grip, turning Seung-ho to face him.

“Look at me when I talk to you,” his tone came off smeared with anger. And that reaction made Seung-ho smile victoriously.

“Now that was the reaction I wanted.” He said to himself, bemused.

He kept his legs wide open, letting Min-a stand in between before he placed his hands on his slender waist, yanking him closer.

Min-a pushed him away forcefully, his heart pounding with anger and disbelief.

“Are you crazy?” he growled, his glare piercing through the dimly lit room.

Taking several steps back, he shot one last glare at Seung-ho before descending the stairs, determined to lose himself in the pulsating rhythm of the dance floor.

Bodies pressed against Min-a as he navigated through the crowd, his mind clouded with frustration.

Suddenly, he felt hands wrap around him, and he instinctively struggled against them until he realized they weren’t Seung-ho’s.

Looking down, he saw slim hands without tattoos, his eyes meeting Ji-ho’s smile.

Her perfume enveloped him as she held him close, her seductive smile sending a shiver down his spine.

“Fun for night?” She purred, her intentions clear.

Min-a didn’t need to ask her what she meant, it was a nightclub. Fun for night was code for one nightstand with just one person for the whole night.

It was a way people of influence used to mingle without the use of NDA.

Drunk, confused, and still reeling from Seung-ho's treatment, coupled with the fear of being seen earlier, Min-a’s anxiety peaked. In his haze, he consented, seeking temporary relief from the chaos swirling around him.

They began to dance, and Min-a pressed her close to him until he felt her soft breasts squeezing his chest.

“You don’t remember me, do you?” Ji-ho whispered to him in a slurry, needy voice.

If it was supposed to be sexy, her high-pitched voice turned him off instantly.

Notwithstanding, Min-a played along as she rubbed against him. He heard a small moan erupt from Ji-ho making him wonder what got her excited already.

He touched his pocket to see what it was, only to find out she was grinding against his earplug’s case. He rolled his eyes as she increased the intensity at which she was grinding on him.

“I remember you.” Min-a bent over a little to whisper in her ears.

“Really?” Ji-ho decided to test his knowledge. They were the only two Asians who walked for Gucci's world-class runaway for the 2022 season, so there was no way that could escape his memory unless he didn't remember her.

Before Min-a could begin his words, he felt the brief pressure of something thick and hard pressing against him.

Despite the crowd, the familiar scent of cologne filled his senses, prompting him to glance in the direction of the passerby.

To his astonishment, it was Kwan Seung-ho.

As their eyes met, time seemed to slow, the pulsating beat of the mainstream K-pop song fading into the background, leaving only the intensity of their gaze locked in a silent exchange.

Min-a couldn’t tell how long it was, but it was long enough for him to develop an erection...that was until he saw him holding the hand of another man.

Anger stirred at the pit of his stomach. He didn’t need tarot cards to tell him what was going to happen and it didn’t help that he felt jealous, insanely jealous.

That was when the idea struck him.

“Hey-”

“Do you want to go somewhere quiet?” Min-a interrupted, cutting off whatever Ji-ho wanted to say.

She must have known his reputation, she wasn't dumb.

Women have been flocking in and out of his life. He would do anything for his attention.

Min-a was aware this wasn’t their first time meeting, yet he had no idea who Ji-ho was.

She followed him as he led her to the VVIP area, a level above the main floor, hand in hand.

As they approached the area, Min-a couldn't shake the feeling of being a stalker, trailing behind Seung-ho and his companion.

However, his perspective shifted when he saw a scene unfold before him. The man with Seung-ho had his shirt off, revealing chiseled abs and a carved chest, and Seung-ho himself was signing his chest with a marker.

Min-a didn’t recognize him, which was odd considering the exclusive nature of the event.

To shake off the feeling of being a voyeur, Min-a turned to Ji-ho, pressing his lips against hers as they sank into the Italian leather couch nearby.

Ji-ho grinned triumphantly, deepening the kiss with her ton.

Despite her eagerness, Min-a didn't reciprocate fully, still wrestling with the jealousy that had led them into this awkward situation.

“Do you want me to buy us some alcohol?” He panted, meeting Ji-ho's adoring gaze under the blue light.

“No. I just had a gin tonic,” Ji-ho giggled, clearly feeling the effects of the alcohol as she resumed kissing him.

As Min-a attempted to break away, she deepened the kiss, refusing to let him go.

“Okay, can I go get myself a drink?” He pleaded, desperate to escape the escalating situation, already anticipating Ji-ho’s likely suggestion to take things further.

“Nope,” she moaned against his lips, resuming her advances, her hands exploring his chest.

“Really, Ju Yun?” Min-a complained under her pressing weight.

Ji-ho’s head shot up to glare at him. “I’m Ji-ho..” She narrowed her eyes at him, wondering if he truly did remember her.

“I don’t give a fuck who you are,” Min-a muttered under his breath, upon realizing his mistake. Only then, through his peripheral vision, he spotted Seung-ho sitting on the other side of the U-shaped couch, watching them with cold, predatory eyes.

“Miss Ji-ho, get drinks for two,” Kwan Seung-ho said loudly, his gaze on Min-a as he began to approach them.

Ji-ho adjusted her gown that had hoisted up to reveal her inner thigh and red thong.

“Of course,” she nodded, her breath was shaky.

The hot man opposite them was even more worth it, she felt like she struck a jackpot.

Two of the most conserved men the same night.

She was truly a lucky girl!

“Both of you, don't go anywhere.” Ji-ho pointed at them.

Min-a looked nervous knowing he couldn’t trust his body alone with his art coach in a dimly lit private area like this.

“I will go with you,” he jumped to his feet, eager to escape the suffocating atmosphere.

“No, you are staying here until I get back.” Ji-ho refused firmly, fearing he might disappear.

She left soon, not very steady on her feet, but enough to make it down the spiral stairs.

“Do you think she would be fine?” Min-a asked Seung-ho, staring in the direction Ji-ho exited through.

Seung-ho ignored his question, deciding to interrogate him instead.

“Why are you nervous about staying alone with me?” He asked as he took careful steps towards Min-a, so he didn’t scare him away.

“You aren’t that intimidating.” Min-a spoke confidently, cocking his jaw upwards. “If you want to reach me, you have to take quicker steps.”

“You asked for it…” Seung-ho muttered darkly, not hesitating to close the gap entirely, his warm breath grazing Min-a’s cheek, sending shivers down his spine.

“Dare me again,” he whispered in his ear, igniting a spark of desire within him.

The proximity alone excited Min-a to no end. He finally felt pleasure and pressure at the same time and in all the right places.

All the things he read and heard about what intimacy was supposed to feel like were happening right now.

As Seung-ho’s breath quickened, Min-a felt his cock getting more aroused, and his body responding to the electric charge between them.

Finally meeting his piercing, icy gaze, he felt a surge of adrenaline.

“Kiss me,” the tempting words stumbled from his mouth before he could stop them.