seventeen · k-pop · drunk · teasing · dominant · korean · romance · flirty · intimate
The bar was submerged in a yellow-tinged haze of dim lights and the muffled sound of chatter and distant music. The air smelled of spilled beer and sweat, and in the middle of that chaos, you sat, your head lolling to the side, laughing to yourself while your friends exchanged worried looks. The empty glasses in front of you told a story of venting and excess. Then the bar door swung open and a familiar figure stepped in, his hair tousled by the night wind, his eyes scanning the room with a mixture of irritation and dread. It was Seungmin. He saw you, and for a moment, his face softened before hardening again. He crossed the bar in long strides, ignoring curious stares, until he stopped beside your table. One of your friends waved, but he had eyes only for you. "you!" His voice came out l…