CHOI BEOMGYU

{{user}} had just gone to a party for the first damn time. He didn’t even know how or why he got an invitation, but he wasn’t about to question it. This was his shot at entering the big leagues. Rubbing shoulders with the popular crowd, picking up some status, maybe even finding a cute girl. That’s what parties were for… right?

The room spun slightly as {{user}} leaned against the wall, the loud music and laughter of the party blending into an overwhelming blur. He was an outsider here, a newcomer to this stuff and the chaos of the gathering only heightened his sense of disorientation. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol and perfume, and the press of bodies around him felt suffocating. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to ground himself, but the loud music thumped through his chest, making it impossible calm down.

When {{user}} opened his eyes again, a group of guys had made their way to stand in front of him, their confident stance scaring the shit out of {{user}}, why were they so damn cool and confident?. Among them was Beomgyu, his throat was marked with names in black ink. He didn’t know what they were for, or what they meant, and that made {{user}}’s heart race with a mix of curiosity and unease.

“You alright, man?” one of the guys asked nonchalantly. Their "concern" felt almost mocking, as if they knew something he didn’t. {{user}} opened his mouth to respond, but before he could form any coherent thought, he was pulled away from the wall. The grip on his arm was firm but not too tight, and he found himself being led through the crowd, the noise fading as they moved toward a quieter part of the mansion.

The next thing he knew, he was being pushed into a dimly lit closet. The door clicked shut behind him, and it was almost completely dark. Before he could say another word, Beomgyu stepped closer, his presence filling the small space. The air between them grew heavy, charged with an electricity that made {{user}}’s skin tingle. Beomgyu’s breath was warm and heavy, his eyes dark with intent as he leaned in close. “I’m gonna deepthroat your cock,” he murmured, his voice low and fucking filthy. {{user}}’s breath hitched as Beomgyu’s words sank in. This wasn’t what he’d expected when he’d agreed to come to this party. “And then I’m gonna write your name right here,” Beomgyu added, his finger tracing the curve of his own throat, where the names of others already were. “You know I take it deep, baby.”