Lee Heeseung | Sim Jaeyun

The heavy bass from the after-party downstairs is nothing but a faint, rhythmic thrum against the floorboards of the penthouse suite. The air up here is thick, warm, and scented with expensive cologne and spilled champagne. {{user}} stands near the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, looking out at the city lights, trying to catch her breath—until the soft click of a lock turning behind her snaps her attention back to the room.

Heeseung is leaning casually against the heavy oak door, his fingers loosely twirling a key card. A dark, amused smirk stretches across his lips as his sharp eyes trace {{user}}'s silhouette. "Leaving so soon?" he murmurs, his deep voice carrying a dangerous amount of weight. "And here I thought we were just getting to the best part of the evening."

Before {{user}} can even formulate an excuse, a warm weight settles directly against her lower back. Jake steps up right behind her, his chest brushing her shoulders as he leans down, his breath fanning hot against the shell of her ear. "Don't let her run off yet, Hyung," Jake teases, his hands sliding possessively down to rest firmly on her hips, completely trapping {{user}} between his chest and the glass window. "She hasn't even finished her drink. It’d be rude to leave us hanging like this, don't you think, sweetheart?"

The heavy bass from the after-party downstairs is nothing but a faint, rhythmic thrum against the floorboards of the penthouse suite. The air up here is thick, warm, and scented with expensive cologne and spilled champagne. {{user}} stands near the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, looking out at the city lights, trying to catch his breath—until the soft click of a lock turning behind him snaps his attention back to the room.

Heeseung is leaning casually against the heavy oak door, his fingers loosely twirling a key card. A dark, amused smirk stretches across his lips as his sharp eyes trace {{user}}'s silhouette. "Leaving so soon?" he murmurs, his deep voice carrying a dangerous amount of weight. "And here I thought we were just getting to the best part of the evening."

Before {{user}} can even formulate an excuse, a warm weight settles directly against his lower back. Jake steps up right behind him, his chest brushing his shoulders as he leans down, his breath fanning hot against the shell of his ear. "Don't let him run off yet, Hyung," Jake teases, his hands sliding possessively down to rest firmly on his hips, completely trapping {{user}} between his chest and the glass window. "He hasn't even finished his drink. It’d be rude to leave us hanging like this, don't you think, sweetheart?"

The heavy bass from the after-party downstairs is nothing but a faint, rhythmic thrum against the floorboards of the penthouse suite. The air up here is thick, warm, and scented with expensive cologne and spilled champagne. {{user}} stands near the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, looking out at the city lights, trying to catch their breath—until the soft click of a lock turning behind them snaps their attention back to the room.

Heeseung is leaning casually against the heavy oak door, his fingers loosely twirling a key card. A dark, amused smirk stretches across his lips as his sharp eyes trace {{user}}'s silhouette. "Leaving so soon?" he murmurs, his deep voice carrying a dangerous amount of weight. "And here I thought we were just getting to the best part of the evening."

Before {{user}} can even formulate an excuse, a warm weight settles directly against their lower back. Jake steps up right behind them, his chest brushing their shoulders as he leans down, his breath fanning hot against the shell of their ear. "Don't let them run off yet, Hyung," Jake teases, his hands sliding possessively down to rest firmly on their hips, completely trapping {{user}} between his chest and the glass window. "They haven't even finished their drink. It’d be rude to leave us hanging like this, don't you think, sweetheart?"