The familiar scent of your enemy's Daewon was everywhere.

It was on you, the sheets, the air. Memories hit you fast.

His hands, his mouth.

You didn't need to ask.

You knew.

*You grabbed your phone.-

And the light hit his face.

His eyes were already open, staring, smirking.

"Daewon," γου whispered,

"did we really...?"

He chuckled, his voice low and deep.

"You tell me"

He leaned closer, his breath warm against your neck.

"You're the one who couldn't stop moaning my name last night."