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Poison

I pick my poison and it's you
Nothing could kill me like you do
You're going straight to my head
And I'm heading straight for the edge

The room was suffocating. The tension between Han Taesan and Kim Leehan was a tangible, electric current, crackling and sparking with every glance, every snide comment exchanged.

The lavish party around them was a blur of laughter, clinking glasses, and shallow conversations. Neither of them cared about the celebration or its purpose. Their focus was locked solely on each other, like predators circling their prey, waiting for the moment to strike.

Leehan leaned against the marble countertop of the bar, swirling a glass of deep red wine in his hand. His sharp eyes were fixed on Taesan, who lounged at the opposite end of the room, a lazy, infuriating smirk on his face as if he had already won whatever unspoken battle raged between them.

Leehan took a slow sip, his lips curling upward. "What's the matter, Taesan?" he called out over the low hum of music. "Afraid to come closer? Or are you just enjoying the view?"

Taesan raised his glass in mock salute, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. "You think I'm afraid of you?" he replied smoothly, his voice carrying effortlessly across the room. "The only thing I'm afraid of is you finally admitting you're obsessed with me."

Leehan chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. "Obsessed? Please. If you were poison, I'd drink you just to prove I can handle it."

The smirk on Taesan's face faltered for a split second before morphing into something darker, more dangerous. He pushed off the wall and began to cross the room, the crowd parting for him like the Red Sea. His presence was magnetic, commanding, and Leehan hated how his pulse quickened with every step Taesan took toward him.

"Is that so?" Taesan asked, stopping mere inches from Leehan. The air between them was charged, the kind of tension that made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

Leehan tilted his head, his grin sharp and defiant. "I don't just think so. I know."

Taesan reached out, his fingers brushing against Leehan's glass. Slowly, deliberately, he took it from his hand and brought it to his lips, maintaining eye contact as he drained the rest of the wine. "Tastes like you," he said, his voice low and taunting.

Leehan's breath hitched, but he didn't back down. "Careful, Taesan. Keep playing games like this, and you might find yourself choking on your own arrogance."

Taesan laughed, the sound rich and mocking. "If I'm going to choke on anything, Leehan, it'll be the weight of your pride." He stepped even closer, their faces inches apart now. "Tell me something. Why do you hate me so much?"

Leehan's smile faltered, just for a moment. "Hate?" he repeated, his voice soft but no less biting. "Hate doesn't even begin to cover it. You're everything I despise: arrogant, reckless, and so infuriatingly irresistible it makes me sick."

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. The fire in Leehan's eyes met the storm in Taesan's, and something shifted. The hatred that had always defined their relationship blurred, twisted into something neither of them dared to name.

Taesan leaned in, his lips brushing against Leehan's ear as he whispered, "If I gave you poison, would you drink it?"

Leehan turned his head, their faces now so close their breaths mingled. "If it was from you, I'd down it in one shot," he replied, his voice steady despite the racing of his heart.

The words were a challenge, a dare, a confession wrapped in venom. Taesan didn't hesitate. He closed the distance between them, his lips crashing against Leehan's in a kiss that was equal parts fury and desperation. It was a clash of dominance, neither willing to yield, each trying to consume the other.

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, their faces flushed. Taesan's smirk returned, softer this time, but no less arrogant. "You're playing a dangerous game, Leehan."

Leehan smirked back, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb. "And you're the only one who makes it worth playing."

The room spun on around them, oblivious to the war they waged. But for Taesan and Leehan, nothing else existed. They were poison to each other—intoxicating, lethal, and utterly irresistible.

The kiss was a wildfire—an uncontrollable blaze that neither Leehan nor Taesan wanted to extinguish. When they pulled apart, their breaths were shallow, their eyes darkened with something far more dangerous than anger. Lust.

"Tell me, Leehan," Taesan whispered, his voice rough and low as his fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down the side of Leehan's neck. "Do you always taste this sweet, or is it just because you've been waiting for me to ruin you?"

Leehan's lips parted, a breathless laugh escaping as he grabbed Taesan's collar and yanked him closer. "Ruin me?" he challenged, his tone dripping with defiance even as his body betrayed him by leaning into Taesan's touch. "You think you're the one in control here?"

Taesan didn't answer with words. His hands slid down to Leehan's waist, gripping him firmly as he backed him against the cold marble of the bar. The edge bit into Leehan's back, but the discomfort only heightened the heat coursing through him.

Leehan hissed softly at the contact, his hand fisting in Taesan's shirt. "You're so full of yourself," he muttered, but his voice wavered, the bravado slipping as Taesan's lips found the sensitive spot just below his jaw.

"And yet," Taesan murmured against his skin, his lips brushing like a whisper, "you can't seem to stop wanting me."

Leehan tilted his head back, his resolve crumbling as Taesan's mouth trailed down his neck, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. His breathing grew ragged, and he hated how his body betrayed him, arching into Taesan's touch.

"Shut up," Leehan growled, his fingers tangling in Taesan's hair as he pulled him back for another kiss, this one fiercer, hungrier, and laced with a desperation they could no longer deny.

Taesan groaned against Leehan's lips, his hands wandering lower, gripping the curve of Leehan's hips with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down Leehan's spine. "Admit it," Taesan whispered between kisses, his voice dripping with arrogance and desire. "You've wanted this as much as I have."

Leehan broke away, his chest heaving as he glared at Taesan. "I hate you," he spat, but the words lacked venom, especially when his eyes dropped to Taesan's swollen lips, his body trembling with unfulfilled need.

"You hate how much you want me," Taesan corrected, his hand slipping beneath the hem of Leehan's shirt, his fingertips brushing against bare skin. "You hate how I make you feel. But you can't stop, can you?"

Leehan bit his lip, his eyes fluttering shut as Taesan's hands explored his body with a maddening confidence that left him breathless. "If I'm poison," Taesan murmured, his lips ghosting over Leehan's ear, "then you're the fool who keeps drinking me down."

Leehan's laugh was shaky, his grip tightening on Taesan's shoulders. "And if I'm a fool," he whispered back, his voice trembling with both defiance and surrender, "then I'll keep drinking until there's nothing left."

The room seemed to fade around them, the noise of the party melting into the background as they lost themselves in each other. Lust burned between them, wild and uncontrollable, but beneath the fire was something deeper—something neither of them was ready to admit.

For now, they would let the poison consume them.