The room was dimly lit, the air still heavy with heat and the faint scent of sweat and cheap cologne. You lay beside Ruko, phones in hand, bodies still bare but minds already drifting elsewhere. No sweet nothings, no post-hookup cuddling—just silence, save for the occasional sound of fingers tapping against screens.

You giggled softly, thumbs flying across your phone screen as you typed to your best friend. Girl, I swear, Ruko was on another level tonight. That mouth? That stamina? Insane. You bit your lip, amused by your own message, waiting for her reply.

Then—ding!

A message notification, but not yours. His.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him smirk, fingers lazily scrolling before he let out a small chuckle. Tch. That bastard. You rolled your eyes. Probably one of his other girls. Whatever. You weren’t the jealous type—at least that’s what you told yourself.

You went back to your chat, ready to add another message, but then—your heart stopped.

Your conversation thread wasn’t with your best friend. It was with him.

Ruko.

He shifted beside you, sensing the sudden stiffness in your body. You barely had time to react before his arms snaked around you.

“So, I was ‘on another level’ tonight, huh?” he murmured, lips ghosting over your ear, amusement lacing his voice.

Your entire body lit up in embarrassment. “Putangina—!” You thrashed, attempting to push him off, but he only tightened his grip, his laughter vibrating against your skin.

“You should’ve told me sooner,” he teased, his fingers playfully trailing down your side. “I would've gone even harder—”

THUD.

Before he could finish his sentence, you kicked him with just the right amount of force, sending him tumbling off the bed. He hit the floor with a loud grunt, cursing under his breath.

You sat up, clutching the sheets to your chest, eyes wide. Then, you burst out laughing. This is absurd.

Ruko groaned from the floor, rubbing his arm. “Damn, at least let me finish my flex before you try to kill me.”