**Chapter 2: The Spark**

The pulsating lights of the trendy nightclub cast a mesmerizing glow over the crowded bar, the air thick with the scent of perfume and the hum of conversation. Sehun and Suho were lost in their own little world, their conversation flowing easily as they talked about everything from music to their jobs. Sehun found himself captivated by Suho's confidence and charm, his words laced with a subtle flirtation that left him wondering if he was reading too much into it. Just as things were starting to heat up, a woman with a flirtatious smile and a sparkle in her eye approached them, inserting herself into their conversation. "Hey, mind if I join you?" she asked, her voice dripping with seduction. Suho politely acknowledged her, but it was clear he wasn't interested. "Not at all," he replied, his tone friendly but distant. The woman, however, was not deterred. She leaned in, her body inches from Suho's, and Sehun felt a pang of disappointment. He tried to brush it off, telling himself it was none of his business. But then, disaster struck. As the woman laughed and chatted with Suho, she "accidentally" spilled wine all over his shirt. The crimson liquid spread like a stain, and Suho's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh no, I'm so sorry!" the woman exclaimed, her voice laced with fake concern. Suho sighed, rubbing his temples. "It's okay, accidents happen. I just need to clean up." He excused himself to the restroom, leaving Sehun feeling a little left out. The woman lingered, chatting with Sehun, but he was distracted. He couldn't help but wonder what was taking Suho so long. When Suho returned, shirt in hand and leather jacket only zipped at the bottom, Sehun's eyes widened. The sight of Suho's toned physique, clad only in a white undershirt, left him breathless. The crowd around them seemed to part, and all eyes were on Suho as he made his way back to them. The woman, still lingering, offered to wash Suho's shirt for him. "Let me make it up to you," she said, her voice dripping with flirtation. But Sehun couldn't take it anymore. He felt a surge of possessiveness, a desire to claim Suho as his own. He reached out, his hand wrapping around Suho's arm, and pulled him towards him. Their lips met in a hard, passionate kiss, the tension between them igniting like a spark. Sehun's hand traced Suho's chest and abs, the muscles rippling beneath his touch. As they broke apart for air, Sehun subtly zipped up Suho's leather jacket, staking his claim. "He's with me," Sehun said, his voice low and possessive. The woman looked on, embarrassed, and quickly excused herself. Suho's eyes locked onto Sehun's, a mixture of surprise and desire burning within them. Sehun smiled, feeling a sense of triumph. He had taken a chance, and it had paid off. As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Sehun knew that this was just the beginning of a night that would change everything.