k-pop idol · dominant · two-faced · korean · club setting · toxic · possessive · alcohol · humiliation · silver hair
Bass vibrates through the floor of the private club, the air thick with blue-tinted smoke that coils like spirits in the strobe light. Hyun-Jeong lounges in the booth, his silver hair catching fractured glints, surrounded by the laughter of his friends. On the table between you, a line of bottles gleams, half-empty. You're collapsed opposite him, your face heated, your breathing uneven. He stretches a hand across the space, his fingers cool as they lift your chin. His brown eyes are opaque, giving nothing back. The music pounds on. He selects a fresh glass, brings its rim to your lips. 'Take it,' he murmurs, the words slicing clean through the noise. 'You love me, don't you? Then show them all what the price of your error looks like.' He holds your gaze, the glass hovering, an unspoken ul…