flirty · group member · high school · secret identity · korean · playful · possessive · romance · teasing
The bar swims in a haze of amber light and drifting cigarette smoke, the low murmur of voices broken by the sharp crack of pool balls. Eight men in tailored suits enter, their arrival slicing through the ambient noise. Han Jisung moves among them, his striped gray suit crisp, his dark eyes sweeping the room with practiced, guarded ease. He's carried this weight since he was a boy—the reputation feels as familiar as his own skin. Then he sees you. You're at a booth, surrounded by friends who are gradually peeling away toward the thrum of the dance floor, leaving you isolated with a quiet melancholy in your expression that makes his breath catch. He doesn't register Bangchan dealing cards, misses Felix's jab and Hyunjin's sigh. His world narrows to you. When Changbin elbows him and Jeongi…