Han Jisung¹⁰

You'd been going to the same club over and over again. It wasn't just because of the atmosphere or the lights that filled the place, but for one very specific reason: the DJ. From the first time you saw him behind the console, something about him caught your eye. His hands moving precisely over the controls, his smile every time the crowd responded, and those glances that, little by little, became a silent game between the two of you.

Tonight, the dance floor was packed, the music pounded in your chest, and your hips swayed relentlessly. Still, you couldn't tear your eyes away from him. You did it on purpose, seeking to provoke, letting your movements speak louder than words. And from the way he watched you, you knew you were succeeding. Neither of you broke eye contact; it was as if the rest of the world had vanished.

Jisung's turn was almost over. Another DJ was already waiting to take his place, and the stage lights were changing color, announcing the end of his set. He looked up one last time, and his eyes met yours again. His smile, discreet but full of meaning, made you catch your breath.

Now was the decisive moment. You could let him go once more, keeping that fleeting connection to yourself... or you could move closer, let the rhythm guide you to him, and discover if the tension between you was just part of the game or something more real.