Chapter 1: Introduction
He'd spent most of his time holed up in his apartment, working remotely, and keeping to himself. But tonight, he wanted something different. Something...more. He knew what he wanted, he just wasn't sure how to get it.
He found a spot at the bar, the polished surface slick with condensation from the countless drinks that had been placed there. The bartender, a burly man with tattoos snaking up his arms, nodded at him. "What can I get you?"
Soobin hesitated, his gaze flicking to the stage where a man was performing. He was lean and muscular, his skin glistening under the spotlights.
His long, wavy black hair cascaded down his back as he moved, each shift of his hips hypnotic. Soobin's eyes were glued to him, his mouth slightly open. "Uh, just a beer," he said to the bartender, tearing his eyes away from the stage.
The bartender, a knowing smile on his face, poured him a beer and slid it across the bar. "First time here?" he asked, leaning against the counter.
Soobin nodded, taking a sip of his beer. "Yeah. I'm Soobin," he said, his voice barely audible over the thumping bass.
The bartender grinned. "Welcome to 'Desire', Soobin. You're in for a treat."
Soobin looked back at the stage, his eyes widening as the dancer, now wearing only a pair of black briefs, began to thrust his hips in time with the music. The crowd was going wild, screaming and cheering as he moved.
"That's Yeonjun," the bartender said, following Soobin's gaze. "He's our main attraction. Girls and guys alike go crazy for him."
Soobin felt a flush creeping up his neck.
He couldn't look away from Yeonjun, his heart pounding in time with the music. A sudden touch on his arm startled him. He turned to see a woman, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She was dressed in a low-cut top and a short skirt, her lips painted a deep red.
"You're new here," she said, her voice smooth as velvet. "Mind if I join you?" She didn't wait for an answer, sliding onto the barstool next to him.
"I-I'm Soobin," he stuttered, his gaze flicking back to the stage.
Yeonjun was now pouring a bottle of champagne over his abs, the liquid catching the light as it dripped down his chiseled body.
The woman grinned, holding out her hand. "Jisoo. I'm a regular here. I could tell you're new." She leaned in, her breath warm on his ear. "You like what you see?"
Soobin felt a surge of heat to his cheeks. "I... I guess so," he admitted.
Jisoo laughed, a sultry sound that sent a shiver down his spine. "You guess so? Honey, that man is a fucking god on stage.
And if you're lucky, he'll be a god in the bedroom too." Jisoo's lips brushed against his earlobe, sending a jolt of electricity down his spine.
Soobin swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. "Is that so?" he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper.
Jisoo smirked, her eyes flicking towards the stage. "Oh yeah. I've seen him in action. He's...talented." She leaned back, her eyes never leaving Yeonjun on the stage. "So, what do you say?