CHAPTER 3

Dangerous Game

The music in the club grew louder as the night continued.

But at Mok and Punn’s table, the tension was louder than the music.

Dean leaned comfortably in his chair like he had lived there his entire life.

Punn had already finished half his drink while watching the strange interaction between the two men.

Mok looked calm.

Too calm.

Which meant he was very aware of everything happening.

Dean tapped his fingers on the table lazily.

“So… Mok.”

Mok looked at him.

“Yes?”

Dean smiled.

“Do you reject everyone this quickly, or am I special?”

Mok answered without hesitation.

“You’re not special.”

Punn nearly laughed again.

Dean pressed his hand to his chest dramatically.

“That hurts.”

Mok replied dryly.

“You’ll survive.”

Dean tilted his head, studying him carefully.

Up close, Mok was even more interesting than he expected.

Sharp eyes.

Controlled posture.

The type of person who looked like he had never done anything reckless in his life.

Dean liked ruining that kind of balance.

“So what do you do?” Dean asked casually.

“AI engineer.”

Dean whistled softly.

“Smart and rude.”

“I prefer efficient.”

Dean chuckled.

“Efficient rejection?”

“Yes.”

Dean leaned closer.

“You know… if you keep rejecting me like this, I might start thinking you’re secretly interested.”

Punn coughed.

Mok’s gaze didn’t move.

“That would be an incorrect assumption.”

Dean rested his chin on his hand.

“But you’re still talking to me.”

“You sat at our table.”

“You could have told me to leave.”

Mok took another sip of his drink.

“You would ignore it.”

Dean grinned widely.

“Correct.”

Punn looked between them like he was watching a tennis match.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Dean suddenly reached for the fruit bowl in the center of the table and picked up a strawberry.

He bit into it slowly while maintaining eye contact with Mok.

Punn choked on his drink again.

Dean raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

Punn shook his head violently.

“Nothing.”

Mok looked at Dean calmly.

“You flirt like that with everyone?”

Dean swallowed the strawberry.

“Usually they enjoy it more.”

Mok replied dryly.

“That says more about them than about you.”

Dean laughed loudly.

“You’re brutal.”

“I’m honest.”

Dean leaned forward again.

“So tell me something honestly.”

Mok nodded slightly.

“What?”

“Am I handsome?”

Punn almost fell out of his chair.

Mok looked at Dean carefully.

For a moment, he actually examined him.

Dean had sharp features, confident eyes, and an annoyingly charming smile.

Objectively speaking—

“Yes.”

Punn froze.

Dean blinked.

“Well… that was easier than expected.”

Mok continued calmly.

“But personality matters more.”

Dean smiled again.

“And you hate mine.”

“Correct.”

Dean laughed again.

“Wow. You’re really not making this easy.”

Mok leaned back slightly.

“I never promised to.”

Dean’s eyes sparkled.

“Good.”

Mok raised an eyebrow.

“Why good?”

Dean’s smile slowly turned mischievous.

“Because easy things are boring.”

Punn felt something strange in his chest.

He had known Mok for years.

Mok usually shut people down quickly.

But with Dean…

He was actually engaging.

Which was rare.

Very rare.

Dean suddenly spoke again.

“So Mok.”

“What?”

“Have you ever dated anyone?”

Punn froze.

Mok looked at Dean calmly.

“Yes.”

Dean leaned forward.

“Serious relationships?”

“No.”

Dean smirked.

“Heartbreaker.”

“Incorrect.”

“What happened then?”

Mok’s answer came simply.

“They weren’t interesting.”

Dean laughed softly.

“Oh?”

Mok’s eyes locked onto his.

“I lose interest quickly.”

Dean slowly grinned.

“Well then.”

He leaned closer again.

“Looks like I need to work harder.”

Mok studied him for a moment.

Then he spoke calmly.

“You won’t last.”

Dean chuckled.

“That sounds like a bet.”

Mok tilted his head slightly.

“Do you want it to be?”

Dean didn’t hesitate.

“Yes.”

Punn whispered under his breath.

“Oh no…”

Dean extended his hand across the table.

“So what’s the challenge?”

Mok looked at his hand but didn’t shake it.

Instead he spoke slowly.

“If you think flirting is enough…”

His eyes sharpened slightly.

“Then try.”

Dean’s smile widened dangerously.

“Try what?”

Mok finally gave a faint smirk.

“Make me fall for you.”

The table went silent.

Punn’s brain stopped working.

Across the club, Niran almost dropped his drink.

Dean stared at Mok for two seconds.

Then he laughed.

A slow, amused laugh.

“Well…”

He leaned back in his chair.

“This just became very interesting.”

Mok replied calmly.

“You said you like difficult things.”

Dean’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

“I do.”

Mok finished his drink.

“Then go ahead.”

Dean leaned forward one more time.

His voice playful but confident.

“Careful, Mok.”

Mok raised an eyebrow.

“Why?”

Dean smiled like a man walking directly into danger.

“You might regret giving me permission.”

Mok’s answer came immediately.

“I doubt it.”

But for some reason…

The corner of his lips lifted again.

And that tiny reaction was enough for Dean to realize something.

This game…

might be far more fun than he expected.

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