𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖞 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖊 | 𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 |

Chapter 9 | Reflection

It's been about a week since you and Choso were ambushed at the club by Gojo. The same as before, Choso walked you back safely. Only this time, you were sober enough to take care of yourself for the night. There wasn't a cup of coffee at your doorstep the next morning either. 

You can't help but recall all the ways that Choso looked at you, and all the ways he made you feel. The blooming heat that you felt deep down, you can't seem to push it away. The way his dark purple eyes glinted underneath the colorful lights, the way his hands felt rough but right on your hips, the way his deep voice poured from his lips smoothly over the music. 

Then there was Gojo. Still handsome as ever, with the same arrogant attitude. But, something shifted within him that night. He'd never been more willing to be so close to you. The way he controlled you, spoke to you, all so jealous- a side you never thought you'd see. 

Though, you can't help but feel that his possessive behavior wasn't fueled by his reciprocation of newfound attraction. It felt more driven by his ego. It's more than possible, and there's no surprise about that. 

And that tension, flowing in all directions. The heat between you and Choso was undeniable, even a stranger could see that there's something more than nothing between the two of you. What stood out more was the tension between Gojo and Choso, not that of lovers, but of newly established enemies. 

You didn't think for a second that your apparent plan with Choso would unravel into such an emotionally conflicting puzzle. Even more so, it's not like you know how Choso feels about you, only what you think you feel for him. But thinking may be an understatement considering how comfortable you feel in his vicinity. From the first day that you met him, there was always something about him that intrigued you to know more. 

Unbeknownst to you, you were stuck running tireless laps in Choso's mind since he saw you the first time. A woman left longing by a certain white haired man. Choso saw how you looked at him, and his curiosity piqued at that moment. Still, he never went out of his way to know you, he also saw the way that you looked at Gojo. 

That was that, until you stumbled into each other outside the convenience store. He'd felt guilty, feeling that the collision was his fault since he, too, wasn't paying too much attention to his surroundings.

That kiss you sprung on him was sure to catch anyone off guard if they were on the receiving end. Yet, he felt himself melting into it at the time, only until Gojo invaded the heat of your moment. Choso didn't think too much of it after going in for the night, after all, you were drunk and he was quick to pick up on what that man meant to you. 

But, the excitement that shot through him the moment that you texted him.. It's sure to say that Gojo had never felt that way upon seeing your name pop up on his phone. Half the time, he was returning home from a hook up. And you, were simply his reliable party friend. 

Choso smelled a woman's perfume on his jacket the night he showed up, and he's been bothered by his presence since then. Regardless, Choso sought to help you, for a reason he still doesn't know. But the way you made him feel, he'd never felt with anyone else, not even with his own occasional hook ups. And those visits from random women stopped as soon as you kissed him. 

It was only you on his mind.

At the club he looked at no one else but you, thought of no one else but you. And he didn't take you to bed for another reason more than you just being intoxicated. You were more than just a mere chance of a hook up to him. His first thought was a friend, but his mind considered the possibility of more than that.

Your most recent clubbing experience, he was most certainly irked by Gojo's sudden appearance. As smooth as he is, he played it off well, only speaking to chip at Gojo's ego. 

Sure this was a game to him as much as it was to you, but you were more than just a piece to him and you reflected those feelings, too. Choso knew that Gojo's abrupt possessiveness towards you- that little bit he pulled on the dance floor, forcing you to face Choso...

It was all just an act. And it only fueled Choso's fire. 

You'd look better with me.

Gojo's words echo in your mind every passing second. Unknowing if there was any ounce of truth behind it. Maybe there was an attraction there, but you were certain that it was nothing close to love. 

All that time you'd spent with him and suddenly he starts to act as if you belong to him as soon as Choso enters the picture. None of you are honest about how you feel. Frankly speaking, there seems to be nothing for Gojo to be honest about. 

But as far and you and Choso go, that honesty could be key in a single conversation. Yet, you hesitate.