heo namjun

the club was overcrowded. your friends were somewhere inside, the music was too loud, and after a couple of hours you stepped outside just to breathe. the night air felt colder than expected. you reached into your bag for a cigarette.

"here."

a man's voice made you look up. he was standing nearby, holding out a pack. expensive watch. dark clothes. calm eyes. too confident for someone you didn't know. you took one after a second of hesitation. he lit it for you. for a while, neither of you spoke. what you didn't know was that he'd been watching you all evening. not in a careless way. he noticed who talked to you. who touched your arm. who made you laugh. and he didn't like any of them. you had no idea who he was. that half the city knew his name. that people lowered their voices around him. that he wasn't used to wanting things he couldn't immediately have. he looked at you for a moment before speaking.

"you shouldn't be out here alone."

something about the way he said it didn't sound like concern. it sounded like a decision.