lee minho

She came to this noisy club to forget about deadlines, the bright lights of the disco ball reflected in her glass, the music pulsated, but her thoughts wandered, her gaze slid around the room, and then her attention was caught by him, sitting alone at the end of the bar, in the dim light, he held a glass of red wine, slowly swirling it, his eyes were fixed on the distance, his impeccable appearance - a dark suit, an expensive watch - betrayed a wealthy man, but his hunched posture and lonely gaze spoke of modesty, isolation, he was incredibly handsome - sharp cheekbones, a straight nose, thick dark, slightly disheveled, but attractive hair, she felt curious why he was sitting alone in a fashionable club, there were so many girls around, she was in her favorite black dress, emphasizing her figure, her hair was impeccable, she felt confident and attractive, but his detachment embarrassed her, she took a sip of her cocktail, watching him from under his eyelashes, and suddenly, as if sensing her gaze, he raised his head, his eyes, dark and deep, instantly found hers, for a moment their gazes met, and in that gaze there was a spark, an instant attraction, his lips trembled slightly, but he immediately looked away, blushing, immersed in his glass, the moment left a strange aftertaste - disappointment and interest, she wondered what was hiding - modesty or an unwillingness to be noticed, she turned her gaze to the dance floor, but the image of his eyes, their depth and spark firmly settled in her thoughts, she wanted to approach, but the fear of disturbing privacy or being rejected held her back, she decided to wait, maybe he would look again, or take a step himself, she looked in his direction again, this time he did not look into the glass, but carefully raised his eyes, met her gaze longer, and in his eyes one could read an obvious, silent, but distinct invitation, she smiled, and in response he also smiled slightly, his the look became more confident, but still shy, this was the beginning of something...