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Strip that down

"But your love, it hit me hard, girl
Yeah, you're bad for my health
I love the cards, that I've been dealt
Do you feel the same as well?"

Leehan wasn't much of a clubber. His idea of a wild night involved books, quiet corners, and a cup of tea—anything that didn't require him to be around people he barely knew. But tonight was different. Sungho had practically dragged him out, insisting it was time to "live a little." And now, here he was, standing at the edge of a crowded dance floor, trying not to cringe at the pounding bass.

He wasn't prepared for what came next.

Taesan.

Leehan had always noticed him. The way Taesan moved through life with such confidence, like he owned every room he stepped into. Taesan was everything Leehan was not—bold, carefree, and utterly magnetic. The two of them shared the occasional glance at the gym, but outside of that, Leehan never had the courage to speak up. He didn't think someone like Taesan would ever pay attention to someone like him.

But tonight, something felt different.

Taesan walked into the club with his usual swagger, drawing eyes as soon as he stepped through the door. His black leather jacket and form-fitting jeans made him stand out even more, but it was the confidence in his stride that really set him apart. Leehan's heart fluttered, and he couldn't look away.

Then, their eyes met.

Taesan smirked, his lips curving into that knowing, mischievous grin that always made Leehan's stomach do somersaults. Without missing a beat, he moved toward him, his gaze locked on Leehan.

"Didn't expect to see you here," Taesan said, his voice smooth and low. He was standing a little too close, his body heat radiating against Leehan's skin.

Leehan swallowed, his breath hitching. "I wasn't planning on it," he said, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably.

Taesan's grin widened. "Well, I'm glad you came. I've been waiting for this."

Leehan blinked in confusion, unsure of what exactly Taesan meant, but Taesan's next words made his heart race even faster.

"You look good tonight," Taesan added, his eyes roaming over Leehan in a way that sent heat straight to his face. "Almost too good to be standing by the bar."

Leehan's heart skipped a beat, his mind struggling to process the compliment. He had always admired Taesan from afar, but now, here he was, standing right in front of him, making him feel exposed.

Taesan's lips curled into a playful smirk as he stepped closer, his chest nearly touching Leehan's. "You've been looking at me like that for weeks," Taesan continued, voice dropping lower, seductive. "Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

Leehan's throat went dry, and his heart hammered in his chest. He tried to speak but the words wouldn't come out.

"Well, now that I've got your attention," Taesan said, leaning in just enough for Leehan to feel his breath against his skin, "let me show you how much I want you."

Without waiting for a response, Taesan grabbed Leehan's hand and pulled him toward the dance floor. The music was louder here, the bass vibrating through the floor, but Leehan could only focus on the man holding his hand with such confidence, as if he was in complete control.

"I don't—" Leehan started, but his words were cut off when Taesan turned to face him, a smirk still playing at the corners of his lips.

"You're not here to talk, are you?" Taesan teased, his hands finding their way to Leehan's waist, pulling their bodies closer. "You're here to feel. To let go."

Leehan could hardly breathe, his body reacting on its own to Taesan's touch. He was so close now, his body pressed against Leehan's in time with the beat of the music. Taesan's hands slid lower on his waist, his touch possessive and teasing, making Leehan feel like he was about to fall apart.

Leehan couldn't help the way his body responded, every inch of him craving the connection Taesan was offering. But part of him hesitated. He didn't know if he was ready for this. For him.

But Taesan seemed to sense his doubt. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing Leehan's ear. "You've been holding back for too long," Taesan whispered, his voice sending shivers down Leehan's spine. "Let me help you strip that down."

The words hit Leehan like a wave, crashing over him, pulling him under. He was powerless to resist.

Before he could think any further, Taesan's lips captured his in a kiss that was all heat and desire. It was urgent, intense, as if Taesan had been waiting for this moment just as much as he had. Leehan's hands instinctively found Taesan's shoulders, gripping onto him for balance, his head spinning.

"See?" Taesan murmured against Leehan's lips, his hands never leaving his body, sliding down to the curve of his hips. "You want this, too."

Leehan didn't have a chance to answer. Taesan's lips were back on his, devouring him in a way that left him breathless, weak in the knees. It was everything Leehan had ever fantasized about—and more.

But then, Taesan pulled back slightly, his eyes dark and filled with something Leehan couldn't quite name.

"You think I care what anyone else thinks?" Taesan asked, his voice low, almost dangerous. "I don't. I came here for you. All of you."

Leehan could feel the truth in his words. It wasn't just about the physical attraction. Taesan was here for him, in a way no one else had ever been.

"I—" Leehan started, but Taesan silenced him with a gentle finger to his lips.

"You don't have to say anything," Taesan whispered. "Just let go."

Leehan's breath caught in his throat. The intensity in Taesan's gaze made him feel exposed, like everything he had kept hidden was being laid bare. He wasn't sure if he was ready for this, but in that moment, all he could think about was the way Taesan made him feel.

The way he made him want to strip away all the walls he'd built around himself.

"I'm not here to play games," Taesan continued, his voice full of quiet intensity. "I want you, Leehan. I want everything you've been hiding. All that tension. All that heat."

Leehan's heart raced, his thoughts tumbling over each other. He wanted this. Wanted him. But could he really let himself go? Could he trust Taesan with everything he was?

But Taesan wasn't giving him time to think. His hands slid to the back of Leehan's neck, pulling him into another kiss. This one was slower, deeper, the kind of kiss that left no room for doubts. It was raw, real, everything Leehan had been craving without even knowing it.

"Come on, baby," Taesan murmured between kisses. "Let me show you how to strip that down."

Leehan didn't know if he was ready for everything Taesan was offering, but as his hands moved under Taesan's shirt, feeling the warm, smooth skin beneath, he realized something: Maybe he was. Maybe this was the night he finally let go.

And when Taesan's lips found his again, everything else faded away. There was nothing left but the two of them, in that moment, stripped of everything but their desire.