Yuna stepped out of the car, then reached for Hana's hand, leading her toward the entrance of the club. Her piercing gaze never left Hana, making her heart race as they stopped in front of the grand doors.
"Can we even go in there?" Hana asked, trying to distract herself from Yuna's unnerving stare.
Yuna smirked. "Yeah, my parents own the place."
Hana's eyes widened. "Wait—your parents? But isn't your dad like—"
Before she could finish, Yuna placed a finger over her lips, silencing her. "Shh, it's our little secret," she said with a wink before pulling Hana along.
They entered through a private side door, bypassing the long line outside. The towering bouncers stepped aside without a word, nodding in respect.
In the VIP section, the atmosphere was entirely different. It wasn't loud or chaotic like the main floor below. Here, Yuna's peers lounged like royalty on plush red sofas, sipping expensive drinks and talking in hushed tones.
Hana shifted nervously as she followed Yuna, feeling out of place. A tall, ridiculously handsome guy she recognized from TV approached them.
"Yo, Yuna, who's your friend? Is she an idol?" he asked, his eyes scanning Hana with interest.
Another equally handsome guy draped an arm over his shoulder. "Yeah, tell us. She's stunning. I swear I've seen her somewhere. Maybe an idol I've talked to before?" he slurred, chuckling.
"Must be the makeup," the first one joked, smirking.
Yuna rolled her eyes. "Get out of my way, Baekjin," she said coolly, brushing past them.
Ah, Jung Baekjin. The Ace of Moon Entertainment. The visual center of MoonBoys. Hana's suspicions were confirmed—he was definitely famous.
Yuna led her into a secluded, dimly lit pink room with a karaoke set. The door clicked shut behind them, and they were alone.
"I thought we were meeting Dara here?" Hana asked nervously, glancing around the room.
Yuna lit a cigarette, the flame briefly illuminating her face as she arched a brow. "Oh, you're aware. Then why did you even come?" She smirked. "Never mind."
Hana avoided her gaze, pretending to admire the room, though her nerves only grew under Yuna's penetrating stare. Yuna reached for an expensive bottle on the table, pouring two shots of amber liquid.
"Have you ever had a drink before, Hana?" Yuna asked, her voice dripping with seductive curiosity.
Hana shook her head.
Yuna's smirk deepened. "What a good girl," she teased, lifting one shot and downing it effortlessly. Then, she pushed the second glass toward Hana. "Drink."
Hana hesitated, her trembling hand reaching for the glass. "Um...okay," she murmured, her voice barely audible.
She tipped the glass back and swallowed, instantly recoiling at the sharp taste. "Eugh," she grimaced, shivering.
Yuna laughed softly. "Don't worry. It'll help you relax."
She grabbed the remote and turned on the karaoke set. Chungha's sultry voice filled the room, the beat vibrating through Hana's chest.
Yuna's gaze softened but remained intent as she leaned back on the sofa. "Dance for me, Hana," she commanded, her tone low and magnetic.
Hana felt a strange pull, and whether it was the alcohol or Yuna's commanding presence, she found herself standing. She began to move to the music, her body swaying in time with the rhythm.
Yuna leaned forward, her phone in hand, snapping pictures. "Beautiful," she whispered, almost to herself. Her voice grew softer. "Fucking beautiful."
Hana wasn't sure how long she danced, but suddenly, she felt Yuna's presence behind her. Her hands slid onto Hana's waist, and her breath was warm against her neck.
Their bodies swayed together, every touch sending a shiver down Hana's spine. Yuna's lips brushed her ear as she whispered, "Oh, Hana..."
Hana's breath hitched as Yuna's grip tightened slightly. "I want you so bad," Yuna murmured against her skin.
Hana's head spun, unsure if it was the alcohol, the moment, or both.
Then, just as quickly, Yuna pulled back, her smirk returning. "Too bad," she said, her voice playful yet tinged with something deeper.
Hana turned to face her, her emotions swirling, but Yuna simply reached for another drink, her expression unreadable.