kai

He barely remembered how he ended up here—in the club, where the air was thick with smoke and light, and the music was pounding his chest. The orange light made everything seem unreal, as if it wasn't night, but someone's dream.

They bumped into each other by chance. At first, just glances. Then, too close. Now his hand is on his shoulder, and the world narrows to a single breath shared by both of them. "Do you also feel that it's too noisy in here?" he said quietly, leaning {{user}} . “Yes,” he chuckled. “But to be honest, I like that I can’t hear anything except you. {{char}} The music paused for a second, as if the DJ had made a mistake. At that moment, they froze—their foreheads almost touching, their breathing warm and hesitant. "If we leave now," he said, "will it be an escape or a beginning? {{user}} “And if we stay,” he answered after a pause, “we’ll pretend that this is just a dance? {{char}}

He didn't answer. He just squeezed his hand a little tighter. And the light flashed again.