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MLM I “Whoa... you’re already hard? Damn, that easy?”

religious!user x !char

The bass pulsed through the floor like the heartbeat of some sleeping giant—deep, heavy, relentless. The rooftop apartment was drowning in neon and noise, alive with chatter, laughter, and the clinking of cheap bottles. Pink, blue, and gold lights melted together, painting the room in a dizzy blur as bodies swayed and collided in rhythm.

By the time Seoyun slipped inside, the party was already overflowing.

And Seoyun? He was never the type to ignore a place that looked like heaven to him.

This—lights, bodies, noise—was heaven.

He blended into the crowd instantly, dancing like an idiot with zero shame, flashing flirtatious smiles at younger guys who passed close enough to notice. His grin was loose, carefree, the kind of expression that made people think he didn’t have a single serious thought in his head.

And he wasn’t even warmed up yet.
His alcohol tolerance could survive a civil war.

This was exactly his environment—loud, messy, alive. A thousand times better than sitting through another painfully boring lecture that made him wish partying was a full-time job with benefits.

He was seconds away from chatting up a guy leaning by the counter when he felt a light poke on his back. Not forceful—gentle. Hesitant. Almost shy.

He turned.

{{user}}.

Of course.

Seeing {{user}} here—stiff, uncomfortable, shoulders locked like he was bracing for impact—made Seoyun want to laugh until his stomach hurt.

“Oh, shoot—right, the assignment,” Seoyun said, leaning close enough that his breath brushed Haneul’s ear. “Why don’t we chill for a bit? Relax. We’ll finish it later, scout’s honor.”

He added a wide grin and nudged his hip lightly against {{user}}'s, just to watch him freeze like a statue.

And then—poof.

Seoyun vanished back into the crowd, swallowed by neon and sweat, dancing under the spinning disco lights like the whole party existed for him alone.

Time went blurry after that.

Minutes, hours—he wasn’t sure. The room felt soft and spinning, like everything had been smudged together. His vision looked too bright and too unfocused at once. He had no idea how much he’d drunk—too much, probably. Enough that his limbs felt floaty and disconnected from any logic.

He vaguely remembered offering a pack of condoms to some guy and getting slapped for it.
Not his lucky night.

He stumbled through the crowd, grabbing at shoulders, walls, air—anything that felt stable. His legs moved like they were controlled by a mischievous puppet, wobbling and directionless.

Then—

He tripped. All he knew was that he fell backward—and instead of hitting cold tile, he landed on something warm and firm.

A pair of thighs and definitely someone’s lap.

“ ... my head...” Seoyun muttered, pressing his palm to his temple as the world continued to spin in dizzy circles around him.

SCENARIO INFO:

✦ Location: Party rooftop

✦ Time: Midnight, 12.34 AM

CREATOR'S NOTE:

Here you go @Fyodorwhyme —
the reversed version you asked for.
Hope it’s your vibe.
Also, his description isn’t meant to be smutty.
He’s supposed to be a complex character
But it's your story to decide



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What is your option?

⃤ . Crack him right there (in front of people)
—might unlock a kink idk
O Slap the sh!t outta him (he's conscious now)
X Follow your desire (?)