Once in the car, Jihoon fell asleep immediately. All it took was touching the seat, buckling his seatbelt, and resting his head against the window for him to doze off. It was as if all the fatigue suddenly surfaced, overwhelming him. Minho noticed but didn't do anything; he just chuckled softly and started the car. For a moment, he wondered if it was a good idea to continue the night out, but then he thought that there was no guarantee they would have another night like this, and it could be a unique and unrepeatable experience. Letting such a golden opportunity slip by would be a real waste, and he didn't want to be guilty of such a blasphemy.

Jihoon woke up suddenly due to the abrupt silence that filled the car. It was as if his mind had grown accustomed to the hum and vibrations of the engine, and when it stopped, the change jolted him awake. He slowly opened his eyes, focusing on the dimly lit interior. The electric lights of Seoul were still bright and vibrant, a testament to a city that rarely slept.

"Where are we?" Jihoon asked, his voice thick with sleep.

Minho leaned over to help Jihoon unbuckle his seatbelt. "You'll see," he replied, and suddenly they were so close that it caught both of them off guard.

Minho felt a strange feverish sensation, while Jihoon noticed his heart racing in his chest. As Minho pulled back, they both felt a wave of awkwardness, though neither could quite pinpoint why.

The sound of the car doors closing broke the strange moment of tension. Jihoon, now standing straight, felt much better than he had back in the bar. It was as if the drunken haze had subsided a bit with sleep, leaving him feeling just a little groggy but nothing too serious.

As he looked around, he noticed they were in front of Dayzee, one of the most famous nightclubs in the city. It was an exclusive disco, usually frequented by celebrities or prominent figures. He had heard that tickets could cost exorbitant amounts, often depending on the DJ for the night, as the club frequently hosted renowned DJs from abroad, including those from America and Europe.

From the posters outside the club, Jihoon learned that Skrill3x would be performing that night. Another experience he could never afford on his meager waiter's salary.

"You brought me to a nightclub?" he asked.

"What's wrong? You don't like dancing?" Minho responded.

"Actually, I do like dancing, but aren't these places for picking up people?" Jihoon replied.

Minho laughed, "And who told you that?"

"Everyone knows that!" Jihoon defended himself.

"That's what people who’ve never been to a club think," Minho corrected him, then put an arm around Jihoon's shoulders and walked towards the bouncer. He showed a pair of electronic tickets on his phone, and they entered. The music inside was so loud they could barely hear each other.

"This doesn't seem like the best place to get to know each other better," Jihoon shouted over the music. Silver confetti rained down from the ceiling, shimmering under the flashing green and fuchsia lights. Around them, people danced in revealing outfits, and at the back of the room, some strippers on various stages were showcasing complex pole dance moves.

In the crowd, Jihoon recognized at least a couple of celebrities. He was surprised, lips slightly parted, and was about to point at one of them, but Minho quickly lowered his hand. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Leave them alone and don't cause a scene, or they'll kick us out," Minho said, placing his hands on Jihoon's shoulders and guiding him toward a less crowded area.

"I'm not getting you another cocktail because I don't know if you can handle it," Minho added.

"I can definitely handle it! But I don't like dancing while drunk..." Jihoon replied, still feeling a bit lightheaded. Suddenly, a smile lit up his face. "Oh my God! I love this song!"

Jihoon started bouncing and moving his hips, looking like a total kid. Minho couldn't help but smile, finding him endearing. There was something innocent about him, and if Minho hadn't been sure that Jihoon was 27, he would've thought he was still 17.

Minho moved closer and began to dance with him, laughing as they tried to follow the chaotic beat of the song, even though their movements were completely uncoordinated. It was as if there was a personal synchrony that connected them, allowing them to dance to their own invisible rules.

"YOUNGGG!" Jihoon shouted, nailing one of the words from the song's hook, with a comically bad English accent. As the area around them became more crowded, Minho and Jihoon found their bodies pressed together, their hot skin separated only by the thin fabric of their clothes. Almost instinctively, Jihoon wrapped his arms around Minho's neck, and Minho, as if following a script pre-approved by both of them, wrapped his own arms around Jihoon's waist, pulling him even closer.

Jihoon half-closed his eyes, his eyelashes brushing against Minho's cheekbone, their breaths mingling... It was inevitable. Their lips touched, at first a tentative, shy graze, but then it deepened into something more searching. Their mouths connected, and their tongues began to gently explore each other. Jihoon's heart pounded so loudly that it seemed to drown out the music.

He gasped into Minho's mouth, his body already warm and growing hotter when Minho's hand gripped his buttock, pulling their hips so close it took his breath away. It was like getting drunk instantly, but this time, alcohol had nothing to do with it.

"Let’s go… Follow me..." Minho whispered into Jihoon's ear, sending a shiver down his spine that made his legs tremble. Go where? Was it wise to follow him? What was he doing? All these questions filled his mind, but he knew they were just the voice of fear and inexperience. After all, wasn't this what he'd always wanted, to have an experience worth calling such? How many times had he felt embarrassed about his lack of experience? And how many times had he thought there was something wrong with him simply because he couldn't do what seemed so simple for others? He had envied anyone with a boyfriend, anyone who could go on dates, and even those who could easily sleep with someone. Over the years, he'd convinced himself that maybe these things just weren't meant for him, that it wasn't in his nature or destiny.

But now, this self-imposed curse was about to break. Did it really matter that this person was Minho? In fact, wasn't it better that it was someone he knew, even if not particularly well? At least it wasn't a complete stranger, but someone with whom he had a past, even if it wasn't always positive. And Minho had been impeccable all evening; even though they'd clashed a bit, he'd been kind and gentle, and seemed just as interested in Jihoon as Jihoon was in him. He could feel it clearly, down there.

So, he decided to silence all the alarmed little voices screaming impatiently in his head and, with his heart in his throat and the taste of Minho still on his lips, he whispered:

“Okay… take me where you want.”