He groans into my mouth, and I use that moment to push back, trying to take control again. But Han is stronger than he looks, and for once, he's not letting me win.
"Frustrated?" he murmurs between kisses, smirking against my lips.
I bite at his jaw...
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I'm still trying to wrap my head around what possessed me to think this was a good idea. Lee and I must have been out of our minds—or high on some delusional cocktail of wishful thinking. Not only did we completely overlook the fact that hitting up a club was probably the worst possible choice when the very person we were trying to dodge owns half of Seoul's nightlife, but here we were, smack in the middle of Yang's domain.
As if that wasn't enough of a cosmic joke, Yang was here, in the very club we'd chosen to crash, flanked by his entourage. And just to add a cherry on top of this mess, among his friends were Kim and Han—the same Kim who was the focus of our awkward, tension-filled conversations, and Han, who probably had a dozen reasons to be irritated with me.
Let's be brutally honest: we had just executed one of the most spectacular fuck-ups in recent history. The sheer scale of our blunder could probably be measured in astronomical units. I could almost picture the universe laughing at us, its cruel sense of humor on full display as we stumbled into a situation that was the epitome of a self-inflicted disaster.
As I scanned the room, the reality of our colossal miscalculation sank in. The club was pulsing with music and flashing lights, but the chaos of the situation was anything but rhythmic. The irony of trying to escape our problems only to waltz right into their very heart was almost too perfect. If there was an award for "The two most idiotic dipshits," I was pretty sure Lee and I had just won it, hands down.
Lee turned to me with a sheepish grin, his eyes flicking nervously toward the cluster of people who had just become the unwelcome centerpiece of our evening. "Well, uhm... we can just... avoid them?" he suggested, his voice trailing off into an awkward, uncertain murmur.
The absurdity of his suggestion was almost too much to handle. It was laughable to think we could somehow blend into the crowd and magically make ourselves invisible to Yang, Han, and the rest of their entourage. As if we could simply slip past them like shadows in the night, unnoticed and unfazed by the glaringly obvious fact that we were in the lion's den.
I couldn't help but chuckle darkly at the sheer ridiculousness of our situation. Here we were, trying to navigate through a social minefield of our own making, with Lee's solution being as futile as trying to put out a forest fire with a garden hose. Clearly, the universe had decided to test our collective intelligence tonight, and it was winning with flying colors.
"Well, isn't that just the most brilliant plan ever," I replied, my tone dripping with sarcastic amusement. "I'm sure if we just walk around in circles and avoid eye contact, everything will be perfectly fine."
Lee's expression faltered, and he shrugged with a sheepish grin, as if to say, "Hey, at least I tried." We had clearly underestimated the complexity of our predicament, and now we were left with the hilariously hopeless task of trying to maneuver through a room full of people we were trying desperately to avoid.
We wove our way through the sea of bodies on the dance floor, each step an exercise in delicate maneuvering as we made our way to the bar. The constant, jostling contact of strangers, each movement brushing too close for comfort, was making me itch with a maddening intensity. It was as if every touch, every press of a shoulder or arm, was a tangible reminder of how far removed I was from my usual personal space. The irritation and discomfort were so overwhelming that I felt an almost primal urge to claw at my own skin, to free myself from the claustrophobic grip of the crowd.
