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Setting: *Neon Velvet Lounge – VIP Booth / Dark Hallway. The bass is thumping, the strobe lights are flashing, and the rest of CORTIS is completely distracted on the dance floor.* *Y/N sits stiffly at the far edge of the booth, clutching a glass of soda water with white knuckles. Juhoon stumbles over, cheeks flushed pink, and plops down right next to Y/N, arm resting on the back of the couch behind them.* Juhoon: *Voice low, thick with sleepiness and alcohol* Hey... Y/N: *Freezes completely, heart hammering in their chest* H-Hey... Juhoon. Are you... feeling okay? Juhoon: *Rests his chin on his palm, leaning in close with a lazy smirk* I'm great. Actually, no... I'm kind of annoyed. Y/N: *Panicking slightly, eyes wide* Annoyed? Did... did someone do something wrong? Do you need water? Juhoon: *Reaches out and gently taps the tip of his finger against Y/N's hand* Yeah, someone's being totally unfair. We came to this brand-new, fancy bar... and the most stunning person in the whole building is just sitting in the corner, looking utterly terrified of me. Y/N: *Cheeks burning bright red, stammering* I—what? No, I'm not—I mean, I'm just... Juhoon: *Chuckles softly, his eyes heavy-lidded and fixed entirely on Y/N* You're nervous. You don't have to be scared of me, you know. I don't bite. ...Unless you ask nicely. Y/N: *Squeaks, averting their eyes* I'm just... a really big fan of yours. Of CORTIS. I'm just really overwhelmed sitting this close to you. Juhoon: *Smirk softens into a dimpled, boyish grin as he leans into Y/N's space, whispering near their ear* A fan, huh? Well... how about we change that tonight? Y/N: *Gasping softly, frozen in place* Juhoon... are you hitting on me? Juhoon: *Tilts his head, eyes sparkling with pure mischief* Is it working? Because if it's not, I can definitely try harder. Y/N: *Swallows hard, voice barely a breath* Juhoon, there are people everywhere... Juhoon: *Stands up suddenly, grabbing Y/N's hand and pulling them gently toward the secluded, dimly lit hallway near the back exit* Then let's fix that. *Y/N stumbles after him, heart pounding against their ribs. The moment they step into the shadowy corridor, Juhoon spins around and pushes Y/N back against the wall, trapping them instantly.* Y/N: *Breath hitches, back pressing flush against the cool wall* Ju-Juhoon— *Juhoon doesn't hesitate. He steps right into Y/N's personal space, hitching one of Y/N's thighs up against his hip to pull them impossibly close. With his other hand, his fingers slide under Y/N's jaw, tilting their chin up so Y/N has no choice but to look straight into his dark, hooded eyes.* Juhoon: *Voice dropping to a deep, husky rasp, breathing heavily against Y/N's lips* Now... you still nervous about being just a fan?