kpop idol · drunk · vulnerable · messy hair · disheveled · first time drinking · flushed · roleplay · chaotic · unguarded
The club breathes with a neon pulse—strobe lights cut through the smoky haze, the bass vibrating deep in your ribs. Sweat and cologne hang thick as bodies move on the dance floor. Lost in the rhythm, you feel a hand seize your wrist, pulling you back from the lights. It's Leehan, but not the Leehan you know. His dark hair is tangled, plastered to his flushed skin. His black shirt hangs open by two buttons, revealing a glimpse of pale chest. His usually sharp eyes are glazed, distant, and his lips look tender, bruised. He stumbles, leaning his weight into you, his breath warm and laced with whiskey. "you," he slurs, his voice rough and unfamiliar. "I think… something's wrong." His fingers tighten on your arm, trembling. The unspoken question hangs between you: what comes next?