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Sweet but Psycho

You're just like me, you're out your mind
I know it's strange, we're both the crazy kind
You're tellin' me that I'm insane
Boy, don't pretend that you don't love the pain

The club lights flickered erratically, neon pinks and blues slicing through the darkness. Han Taesan leaned against the bar, his grip tightening around his drink. The music throbbed through the floor, but the only rhythm he focused on was the slow, deliberate prowl of Kim Leehan.

"Oh, he's sweet but a psycho," Jaehyun muttered beside him, gaze locked on the man in question. "A little bit psycho."

Taesan had heard the warnings before. He'll make you curse, but he's a blessing. He'll rip your shirt within a second.

Leehan turned, as if sensing the attention, his smirk dripping with something dangerous. A crisp white button-down clung to his frame, the top few buttons undone, teasing the ink of a tattoo peeking from beneath. He radiated chaos—wild, unpredictable, and irresistible.

Despite knowing better, Taesan's feet moved. Like a moth to a flame.

"Back for seconds?" Leehan drawled, his voice smooth, but his eyes flickered with something darker.

Taesan tilted his head. "With my plate, I just can't help it."

Leehan took a step closer, his fingers ghosting over Taesan's collarbone. "No, no," Taesan murmured, a warning.

Leehan's smirk deepened. "Then saying 'yes, yes, yes'?"

A muscle ticked in Taesan's jaw. He wasn't the type to get played with. But Leehan? Leehan was a game he wasn't sure he wanted to win.

The alley outside was deserted, except for the distant hum of traffic. Taesan pressed Leehan against the cold brick wall, his hand bracing against the rough surface beside Leehan's head. The air was thick with tension, their breaths mingling in the night.

"You should run, you know," Leehan murmured, voice low, taunting.

Taesan smirked. "Run?"

Leehan's fingers traced the veins on Taesan's hand, slow, teasing. "People say 'Run, don't walk away.'"

Taesan caught his wrist, pinning it against the wall. "But I don't run."

A dark chuckle left Leehan's lips. "Then you lost."

Taesan's grip tightened. "I don't lose, either."

Leehan's head tilted back, exposing the curve of his throat. "We'll see."

Taesan didn't hesitate. His lips crashed against Leehan's skin, teeth scraping over his pulse point. A sharp inhale. Then a low, satisfied hum from Leehan. He'll kiss your neck with no emotion.

Except Taesan felt every bit of the fire beneath his skin.

Leehan's free hand slid under Taesan's jacket, nails raking against his back. "You play along," he whispered. "Let me lead you on."

Taesan pressed him harder against the wall, a silent reminder of who was really in control. "You'll be saying 'no, no, no'..." His voice was a growl against Leehan's throat. "Then saying 'yes, yes, yes.'"

A breathy laugh. "Because I mess with your head?"

Taesan pulled back, fingers gripping Leehan's chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. "Because I let you."

Hours later, they were tangled in the dim light of Leehan's apartment, the sheets a mess of destruction and possession. Leehan's fingers lazily traced circles on Taesan's chest.

"You're just like me," he murmured, lips brushing against Taesan's jaw. "You're out your mind."

Taesan smirked, his grip tightening on Leehan's waist. "I know it's strange."

Leehan's teeth grazed his skin, playful but dangerous. "We're both the crazy kind."

Taesan flipped them over in one swift motion, pinning Leehan beneath him. "You're telling me that I'm insane."

Leehan grinned, unbothered, as if he lived for this dance. "Boy, don't pretend that you don't love the pain."

Taesan's lips brushed against his ear, a whisper, a promise. "Then show me how much you can take."

Because Kim Leehan was sweet but a psycho.

And Han Taesan was worse.