{Club date}
In the quiet morning… Ian woke up a little earlier than her.
The first thing he did was grab his phone and type:
"good morning my babygirl"
He placed the phone beside him, a small smile already forming on his lips without him realizing.
At the same time…
Tyla's alarm rang.
She slowly opened her eyes,
still sleepy, then looked at her phone… and immediately smiled.
Without hesitation, she replied:
"good morning muchi "
At ian's side…
He saw her message and smiled even more.
He shook his head slightly, like he still couldn't believe how just one message from her could make his whole morning feel lighter.
He got out of bed, took a quick shower…
After that, he dried his hair and left it slightly messy and soft-looking.
He chose his outfit carefully: black jeans, a simple white t-shirt,
and a black leather jacket on top.
He stood in front of the mirror for a second… then grabbed his keys and left.
Meanwhile…
Tyla had already gotten ready.
She wore very short blue denim shorts,
a white fitted top that hugged her body,
and a slightly long white shirt left open loosely.
Her hair fell naturally over her shoulders.
She stepped out first…
Ian was already there, leaning on his motorcycle,
waiting for her.
He smiled the moment he saw her.
She walked toward him quickly, and without a word… they hugged.
"ian… let's go somewhere to drink coffee,"
she said softly, looking up at him.
"Of course," he replied simply.
They got on the motorcycle.
Tyla sat behind him and immediately wrapped her arms tightly around his waist.
Then she playfully started touching his waist with her fingers, laughing softly, slowly moving her hands up to his chest.
Ian suddenly gasped, then laughed:
"Tyla… stop that! You're going to make me crash!"
She laughed more, leaning closer:
"I trust you. Don't worry."
He shook his head, still smiling.
After a while…
They arrived at a beautiful café by the sea.
The sun was slowly setting,
the air soft and warm, and the ocean breeze gentle.
They sat in a quiet corner away from people, like they had their own world.
They ordered iced coffee and warm croissants.
And for a moment… everything felt peaceful.
Tyla suddenly lifted her phone and smiled:
"I'm going to take pictures of you."
"No," he said immediately.
But she laughed softly:
"Just for me."
He sighed a little…
"…Fine."
So she started taking pictures of him, capturing his calm expression that he rarely showed to others.
Then he took her phone and started taking pictures of her too.
She posed playfully,
laughing, making cute expressions without hesitation.
After that, they sat quietly again…
Tyla lifted her cup and took a sip of coffee,
but a bit of foam stayed on her lip.
Ian noticed immediately.
He leaned closer without saying anything… and gently wiped it off with his thumb.
Then slowly licked his thumb.
Tyla froze for a second… then laughed shyly, looking away:
"ian…"
He just smiled softly, like something warm had passed between them without words.
And they continued sitting there… while the sun slowly disappeared behind the sea.
After some time sitting together in peace…
Ian looked at her and said:
"Tyla… let's go to a club.
I want to drink a little… and hear some music. If you don't want to,
I'll go alone, it's fine."
Tyla paused for a second, looking at him with slight concern:
"Are you sad? Why do you want to drink?"
He got a little nervous, then quickly said:
"No, no… why would I be sad? I just want to drink and hear some music. Shall we go?"
She looked at him for a moment, then smiled softly:
"Of course… I like simple parties."
He immediately smiled back:
"Alright then… I'll pick you up at
10:30."
She nodded:
"Okay."
They left the café…
walking side by side,
their hands intertwined, as if neither of them wanted to let go even for a second.
He dropped her off at her house.
Before she went inside,
he said:
"10:30… don't be late for me. I'll miss you."
She laughed softly:
"Okay."
Then she smiled and went inside.
At that moment…
Doo Hwan stepped out of the house by chance.
He paused when he saw her,
then smiled.
"Hey, Tyla."
"Hello…" she replied softly,
bowing slightly.
He bowed back with a smile.
After that, Ian went into his house,
and Tyla went into hers.
And so their calm day ended…
The quiet day came to an end… and the lively night began.
Tyla stood in front of her closet after finishing her shower, her skin soft and glowing from the face mask. A white bathrobe wrapped around her body, her hair still slightly damp.
She tilted her head, thinking. "Hmm… what should I wear? This?… no… maybe this?"
Minutes passed… then turned into almost an hour. Clothes were scattered across the bed as she tried on outfit after outfit, sighing in frustration.
And finally…
She stopped.
A small smile formed on her lips.
She chose a tight black tube top that highlighted her figure,
paired with a short black skirt that hugged her body perfectly.
On her feet, black cowboy-style boots with high heels reaching mid-calf. She added silver accessories and finished with a glowing, polished makeup look.
She styled her hair carefully… then sprayed her favorite perfume.
Standing in front of the mirror, she slowly turned around, admiring herself before smiling brightly: "Yes… this is exactly what I wanted… yay, I'm so excited!"
—
On the other side…
Ian stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped low around his waist. Water droplets traced down his shoulders and chest. His hair was wet and messy, giving him a raw, effortlessly masculine look.
He picked a fitted black high-neck shirt made of light fabric, paired with elegant black pants and matching shoes. He dried his hair slightly,
leaving it in a messy style… then finished with a rich, masculine cologne.
He grabbed his phone and called her. "Tyla… are you ready?"
Her voice came quickly, full of excitement: "Yes, of course!"
—
He leaned against his car, waiting… but she was taking a bit longer than expected.
Then suddenly—
She appeared, jogging lightly toward him.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Did I keep you waiting?" she said in a soft, playful tone.
But he didn't respond.
He was just… staring.
Her hair… her outfit… her scent… everything about her pulled him into silence.
"ian? Why aren't you answering?"
He blinked, snapping out of it. "Ah… sorry… I got distracted…"
He stepped closer, taking her hand and gently pulling her toward him. His eyes locked onto hers.
"What is this beauty, Tyla…? You've completely enchanted me… I feel like I even forgot my own name."
She laughed shyly. "Haha… thank you…"
His hand slid to her waist as he leaned closer, whispering near her ear in a low voice: "I could just eat you up, Tyla…"
Her eyes widened instantly,
her cheeks turning red as she let out a shy laugh,
lightly pushing him away.
"Stop it! Let's go… I'm really excited!"
He smiled, then opened the car door for her like a gentleman.
She got in, and he followed.
Throughout the drive… one hand on the wheel… the other resting casually on her thigh.
—
They finally arrived.
Lights, music, and a street full of clubs… the nightlife was alive.
They stepped out of the car and walked together, looking around to choose where to go. Ian kept his cap low, trying not to be recognized he doesn't want any of his fans to annoy them —after all, he wasn't just anyone.
But the attention… was on Tyla.
Especially from the guys.
Her outfit, her presence… she was impossible to ignore.
He noticed.
His expression shifted slightly. Without a word, he grabbed her hand,
interlocking his fingers with hers and pulling her closer.
He leaned in and whispered: "I don't like the way they're looking at you…"
She laughed softly. "You're jealous?"
He looked at her, his tone low but firm: "How could I not be… over what's mine?"
Her heartbeat quickened… warmth rushing to her cheeks.
—
Finally, they stopped in front of a club.
"I want to go into this one!" she said excitedly.
He smiled. "Then let's go."
Together… they stepped inside.
And the night… was just beginning.
They walked into the club, their hands still intertwined.
He took off his cap and ran a hand through his hair.
Colored lights filled the space,
loud music pulsed through the air, and people danced with excitement… the whole atmosphere was alive and electric.
Tyla's eyes widened as she looked around. "Wow… this looks so fun!"
Ian smiled at her enthusiasm, his gaze soft. "Do you want to sit first?"
She pouted slightly, crossing her arms in a playful, childish way. "No… I want to dance with you."
He let out a light chuckle. "Alright… anything for my princess."
A wide, excited smile spread across her face as she pulled him by the hand toward the dance floor.
They started dancing to the music…
She spun, laughed, and moved freely,
trying to match his rhythm,
while he followed along, simply enjoying seeing her happy.
Her arms wrapped around his neck… and his hand rested on her waist, pulling her a little closer.
They danced… and danced… until they lost track of time.
—
After a while, they finally sat down, slightly out of breath, a light sheen of sweat on their skin.
They laughed together.
"Yaaay… that was amazing!" Tyla said, still catching her breath.
Ian laughed with her. "Yeah… it really was."
They ordered drinks—cold beer for both of them, along with some snacks.
Tyla took a few pictures—of herself, of him, and of their drinks. "Come on… cheers!"
He raised his glass with a smile. "Cheers, my beautiful girl."
Their glasses clinked.
They drank, sitting close to each other, his arm around her shoulders as they talked, laughed, and swayed slightly with the music.
—
This time, Tyla didn't drink much. It was only her second time, but it didn't affect her like before.
Ian looked at her with a teasing smile. "So… you're not getting drunk this time?"
She laughed. "No! My body is getting used to it It's my second time, I'm getting used to it."
He smirked slightly. "I want more… I'll order again. Do you want anything?"
She quickly shook her head. "No, no… I don't want to get drunk like last time!"
He laughed and ordered anyway—vodka, a blue cocktail, and another beer.
"Isn't that too much?" she asked.
He waved it off. "I'm used to drinking… it won't affect me. Don't worry."
She hesitated for a moment… then nodded. "Okay…"
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He was tense inside, his heart ached. He had to protect her . Was it wrong to bring her close to him? All of this was going through his mind recurring pain in his Head His chest felt tight, his thoughts restless. He had to protect her—from his enemy… from everything. The fear for her burned inside him, and the only way he knew to silence it… was to drink.
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he kept drinking.
Glass after glass… different types… each stronger than the last.
Three hours passed.
At first, he seemed normal… calm… in control.
But then—
She looked at him with concern. "ian? Are you okay?"
He covered his eyes with his hand "his eyes slightly filling with tears".… his expression shifting slightly
"Are you… crying?" she asked, confused.
"No…" he said softly. "i don't know. Maybe I'm not crying …
She frowned. "I don't understand…"
Suddenly—he laughed.
A loud, unexpected laugh.
That's when she realized.
"ian… the alcohol hit you. You're drunk."
Before she could react—
He pulled her by the waist and made her sit on his lap.
She gasped softly. "ian! What are you doing?"
He didn't answer.
He just pulled her closer, keeping her on top of him ....
his head leaning toward her neck,
His hot, strong breath directly on her skin.
breathing in her scent as if it calmed him.
She smiled slightly, confused. "ian…?"
He stayed close for a moment… like he didn't want to let go.
Her hand around his neck.
His fingers trace the smooth skin of her waist.
And his hand went to her back as well.
His lips brushed softly against her neck…
And then he planted wet kisses on her neck.
She felt slightly numb and closed her eyes.
And just a little smile on Her lips.
His grip tightened slightly…
his lips pressing deeper against her skin…
until he left a mark she wouldn't forget . and bit her.
She pulled back
"ahh… that hurt… what are you doing?" she said, touching her neck.
He looked straight into her eyes—his gaze deep, different.
"I don't like people looking at you," he said quietly. "I want them to know… you're mine "
Her cheeks flushed instantly.
She lightly tapped his cheek. "Stop… you're embarrassing me."
Then she sighed, looking around.
"Okay, enough. You're definitely drunk… we should go."
She paused suddenly.
"Wait… how are we going back? You can't drive like this."
She turned to him.
"ian? Why aren't you—"
She froze.
He had fallen asleep.
Right there.
"IAN?! You fell asleep too?!"
She looked around, confused and a bit panicked.
"How are we supposed to get back now…?!"
—
And suddenly… the night was no longer simple at all .