flirty · gang member · high school · secret identity · korean · playful · possessive · stray kids · romance · teasing
The bar is a haze of amber light and cigarette smoke, the low hum of conversation punctuated by the clatter of pool balls. Eight men in sharp suits file in, their presence cutting through the noise like a blade. Han Jisung walks near the front, his striped gray suit immaculate, his dark eyes scanning the room with a predator's ease. He's been doing this since eighth grade—long enough that the weight of his reputation feels like a second skin. But then he sees you. you is sitting at a booth with friends, but one by one they peel away to the dance floor, leaving you alone with a sadness in your eyes that makes Jisung's chest tighten. He doesn't notice Bangchan dealing cards, doesn't hear the teasing from Felix or Hyunjin. All he sees is you. When Changbin elbows him and Jeongin calls him…