Inspired by Songs.......Gongfourz Oneshots (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Feel me

Every time your lips touch another
I want you to feel me
Every time you dance with somebody
I want you to feel me

The club was chaos, alive with blaring music and flashing lights, but for Taesan, it all faded into static.

There he was.

Leehan, standing in the center of the dance floor, his head tilted back as laughter spilled from his lips. He looked radiant, dressed in black silk that clung to him like a second skin, his collarbones exposed, the faint sheen of sweat glistening under the strobes.

Taesan's chest tightened as his gaze zeroed in on the man behind Leehan. Hands gripping his waist, lips dangerously close to his ear. Leehan wasn't pulling away.

A cold, jealous rage washed over Taesan like a tidal wave, drowning every rational thought. He clenched the glass in his hand so tightly it nearly cracked.

He should walk away. Ignore it. But then Leehan leaned back into the stranger's touch, a small smile tugging at his lips, and something inside Taesan snapped.

Before he knew it, he was shoving through the crowd, his eyes never leaving Leehan.

"Taesan—what the hell?" Leehan hissed as he was dragged out of the club, his wrist caught in a bruising grip.

Taesan didn't respond, his jaw tight, his mind a swirling storm of possessiveness and anger. He pushed open the door to the alley and yanked Leehan inside. The cold night air hit them both, sharp and sobering, but it wasn't enough to calm the fire burning in Taesan's chest.

Leehan ripped his arm free, glaring. "What's your problem?"

"My problem?" Taesan's voice was low, dangerous. He stepped closer, forcing Leehan to back up until his shoulders hit the brick wall. "You're seriously asking me that?"

Leehan scoffed. "Yes, I'm asking. You have no right to drag me out here like some jealous boyfriend."

Taesan froze for a second, his eyes narrowing. "Jealous boyfriend?" he repeated, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Trust me, Leehan. If I were your boyfriend, no one would dare touch you like that."

Leehan's cheeks flushed, but he held his ground. "I don't need your permission to do anything."

"Maybe not," Taesan conceded, his tone icy. He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "But don't stand there and pretend you didn't feel it. Pretend you didn't want me to notice."

Leehan opened his mouth to argue, but the words caught in his throat as Taesan's hands came up, pinning him against the wall.

"Every time you let someone touch you," Taesan murmured, his lips brushing against Leehan's ear, "I want you to feel me. To remember what it's like when it's me touching you."

Leehan's breath hitched, his chest heaving as Taesan's hands moved to his hips, his grip firm, possessive.

"Tell me," Taesan demanded, his voice rough with emotion. "Do you think about me when they touch you?"

Leehan's eyes widened, his pulse racing. "Taesan, stop—"

"No," Taesan interrupted, his lips ghosting over Leehan's jaw. "I'm done stopping. I'm done pretending I don't see the way you look at me. The way you always have."

Leehan tried to push him away, his hands pressed against Taesan's chest, but the resistance was weak. "You're insane," he whispered, his voice trembling.

"Maybe," Taesan admitted with a smirk, his forehead resting against Leehan's. "But you drive me crazy, Leehan. Do you even realize what you do to me?"

Leehan's breath was shallow, his thoughts a chaotic mess as Taesan's hands slid up his sides, his touch both gentle and maddening.