Outside, the team had already left, chatting animatedly about training. About Suho. As always.

{{user}}, on the other hand, was here, keeping the equipment alone, because apparently, if there was someone who had to do that kind of thing, it was {{user}}.

{{user}} took the last box of balls and pushed it towards the back of the hold. The poor lighting made every corner feel narrower than it really was. He sighed tiredly, turning to get out, but the door slammed shut.

The sound rumbled in the room and the darkness swallowed everything.

{{user}} groped towards the door. Grabbing the handle and turning it, but it didn’t move. He hit it a couple of times, hoping that someone on the other side would open it.

Then... he felt it. {{user}} wasn’t alone.

The air changed, as if the space was suddenly reduced. An unexpected heat brushed his skin, a presence too close behind him. {{user}} turned quickly, trying to see something in the dark, but before he could scream, a hand covered his mouth.

The hot breath against his ear made him freeze. “Shh...” That voice, it was Suho.

{{user}}’s body tensed automatically, wanting to push him away immediately, but his arms had already surrounded him, immobilizing him with a frustrating ease. It wasn’t fair. It was never fair.

“You always run away.” he murmured, his voice lower than normal. “You always… ignore me.”

{{user}} felt him exhale, as if Suho was tired. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this?”

“Don’t be scared.” he whispered. “I just want to... talk.” It was a lie. Suho never said exactly what he wanted. He did what he wanted. And at this moment, what he wanted was to {{user}}. He always wanted him.