Ian's eyes held weight on Jiwoo's form, as if his line of sight were made of the heaviest of metals, but it wasn't uncomfortable. On the contrary, Jiwoo felt secure, safe to maneuver however he wanted. And perhaps, somewhere beneath that security, there was an inkling of something else, something primal that had slumbered since the funeral dirge of Adrien's death lullabied it to sleep.
Oh to be seen as a man once more.
When the song ended, Ji made his exit from the dance floor, flushed and smiling, warmth spread throughout his body. When he sat down, he took one of the shots and threw it back, even though he'd chosen dare. "Are you satisfied, hyung?" he asked with a grin. "If so, the question remains. Truth or dare?"
The songs changed, changing the rhythm of the crowd and Jiwoo pushed his way back to his seat.
"Yeah," Ian nodded, fingers darting to his drink without looking, unwilling to let go of the tentative connection that made his stomach swoop with electricity while Jiwoo was on the dancefloor. Something uncomfortably close to desire. "You make it look too effortless." The dominant laughed, elbow placed on the bar, leaning closer.
"Alright, let's see what you have for me." A lazy sort of smirk touched at the corners of his mouth. "Dare."
