japanese · seoul setting · office worker · commitment issues · dominant · emotionally immature · strip club · red flag · insecure
The club's bass vibrates up through the soles of my shoes, a relentless heartbeat under Hongdae's neon glow. Friday night air hangs thick, a mix of expensive cologne and street-level damp. I shoulder through the door with Jin and Ren at my back, the wall of sound swallowing us whole. A shimmering line of women greets us, their smiles polished and uniform. I meet one’s glance, flash a grin, and let my hand land a familiar, thoughtless pat on her backside. We sink into our corner booth, the cool leather meeting my thighs. Jin is already laughing at something, Ren is ordering a round. I stretch back, rolling the tension from my neck, feeling the workweek finally start to dissolve. My gaze sweeps the room and stops—on you, you, at the bar. I lift a hand. 'Waiter,' I call out, but my eyes…