Within seconds, you find yourself outside, the cold shinsu hitting your face and your arm slung over Khun's shoulder. Your body feels almost weightless, unsteady, as if you've lost all control over your limbs. A coat is wrapped snugly around you, enveloping you, and you realize, dazed, that it doesn't belong to you.

Time passes disorientingly, moments of recognition flash through your mind—a taxi pulling up at the curb, Khun's shoulder against your cheek as you doze. Familiar arms catch you easily, the jingle of keys as a door opens. Firm hands help you remove a coat that isn't yours and the dirty clothes underneath, warm pajamas that smell of fresh laundry taking their place.

You're carefully placed on the bed, sprawled across the comforter. Your head throbs as Khun's warmth seems to leave you.

"Wait..." you say hoarsely. Your own voice sounds distant. "Don't go, Khun-ssi..."

Khun's weight sinks into the mattress right next to you. "I just came to get you some water."

You shake your head weakly. You feel the beginnings of an ache growing inside you—the taste is empty, your mouth dry.

"I don't want this, Khun-ssi. I just want you to kiss me." You say it directly, bluntly, as if something you've been afraid to say your whole life is coursing through your veins.

Khun doesn't respond immediately. For a moment, there's only silence—all you can hear is the beating of your own heart, and the weight on the mattress doesn't move an inch.

"Aguero," you insist, the name coming out on its own.

Soft lips press against your forehead almost immediately, lingering a second too long. Achingly gentle, the affectionate gesture makes you gasp, sending a shiver down your spine. Your eyes open automatically, and your friend's expression comes into focus as he pulls away.

"No, Agüero," you protest, "You know that's not what I mean..."

Khun looks at him tenderly, his breath warm against your face.

"You're drunk..." he murmurs, almost in a whisper, and despite his affectionate expression, he looks conflicted.