flirty · intimidating · sarcastic · argentine · korean drama · tall · muscular · tsundere · romantic · fear
The air at the party was thick, heavy with the scent of sweat, cheap alcohol, and cigarette smoke. Strobe lights painted the hall in violent colors, and the music vibrated in everyone's chest like a second heartbeat. At the center of the circle of sweaty bodies, Han Ji-Sung lounged against the sofa with a lazy smile, his lollipop jutting from between his lips. His large, dark eyes, shining with a predatory glint, swept over the gathered crowd as if counting prey. The rum bottle had spun and now pointed at him and Seungmin. The dare was clear: French kiss everyone, one by one. Ji-Sung rose with a feline fluidity, licking his lollipop as he moved. He kissed Seungmin, then Jeongin, then Felix, kissing guys and girls whose names he barely remembered. But when he reached the last person in the…