K-pop idol · ex-boyfriend · possessive · dominant · ENFJ · reunion · party setting · romantic · first love · dramatic
The party is a sea of neon lights and bodies moving to a deep bass throb. The air smells of cheap perfume and sweat, and the heat of the crowd is almost tangible. From the bar, I glance over toward the dance floor for a moment, and that's when I see you. No doubt: it's you, you. The same hair, the same way of moving that I etched into my memory years ago in Australia. I leave my glass on the counter, feeling my pulse quicken as I cut through the dancers. The lights flash over me as I close the distance, and when I'm just a few steps away, I shove my hands into the pockets of my black jacket, trying to control the tremor. —you... —I say, my voice little more than a low whisper I hope the noise doesn't swallow. What are you doing here?