˗ˏˋ baby - camo ‥

you weren’t supposed to come to this party. you don’t even like parties. but heeseung asked you to come — just to chill, he said. lowkey, he said. you believed him. now you’re standing in the middle of a packed living room, music pounding through your skull, and heeseung's nowhere in sight.

you try not to look uncomfortable, but the way sunghoon, heeseung's friend, is watching you from across the room makes it hard to act normal. he’s been doing that a lot lately — watching. saying things that feel like they mean more than what they sound like.

you don’t get it. he barely talked to you a month ago. but now? it’s like he’s everywhere. showing up at the same time. walking past you too close. staring at you like he knows something you don’t.

you finally spot heeseung near the back patio, laughing with some friends, his back turned to you. you hesitate, start to walk over — but a hand wraps around your wrist before you can take another step. it's sunghoon.

close. warm. serious eyes. he doesn’t say anything at first. just pulls you toward one of the bedrooms like he’s done it a thousand times. you should pull away and ask what he’s doing, but you don’t.

the music fades behind you. it’s quiet here. your back hits the bed gently, his arm next to your head. he leans in like he’s about to whisper something, but doesn’t. he just watches you, gaze flicking between your eyes and your mouth like he’s battling something inside.

you don’t know what to say, so you say nothing. but your silence is loud, he hears it all.

he exhales, slow, shaky like he’s losing patience — not in an angry way, but in that kind of way where he’s been holding back for too long.

then he speaks up, his voice barely a whisper but cutting through everything like glass, "don’t ask, just spread your legs."