You're Mine, I'm Yours II

Part 15

The bass thumped through the club, a pulsing rhythm that seemed to vibrate through every surface. The air was thick with smoke and neon lights, flashing shades of pink, blue, and green across the packed dance floor. The scent of alcohol and sweat mingled, a heady combination that matched the energy of the room. Neo and Khaotung sat in one of the plush booths tucked in a corner, the chaos of the club swirling around them like a storm.

Neo sipped on his drink, leaning back casually as his eyes scanned the room. Khaotung, on the other hand, was sitting upright, his gaze flickering around the club, clearly looking for someone.

Neo smirked, nudging Khaotung with his elbow. "Who're you looking for? Or should I say, who else are you looking for? Your boyfriend's gonna be mad if you're scouting."

Khaotung shot him a glare, but before he could respond, Neo's face lit up. "Found them!" he said loudly, his voice just barely cutting through the music.

Khaotung followed Neo's line of sight and saw them: First and Mark weaving through the crowd. Neo stood up, waving enthusiastically to grab their attention. "Over here!"

Khaotung blinked in surprise, his heart skipping a beat. He hadn't seen Mark in what felt like a lifetime. His chest tightened with a mix of emotions-guilt, nostalgia, and happiness-when Mark looked up, spotting them.

As they approached, Khaotung's eyes lingered on First. He wasn't wearing his usual tailored suit; instead, he was in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, paired with dark jeans. The casual look did nothing to diminish his commanding presence. If anything, it made him even more striking, the sharp lines of his jaw and the intensity of his eyes catching the shifting club lights.

Mark reached the booth first, and Khaotung didn't hesitate. Standing up, he moved forward and pulled Mark into a hug, catching his old friend completely off guard.

"Khaotung?" Mark asked, his voice muffled against Khaotung's shoulder, but he slowly wrapped his arms around him, returning the hug.

"I missed you so much," Khaotung said, the sincerity in his voice making Mark's eyes widen in surprise.

Before Mark could respond, a low voice cut through the moment. "That's enough."

Both Mark and Khaotung froze, turning their heads to see First standing a few feet away, his dark eyes narrowed. The frown on his face was subtle but unmistakable.

Mark quickly stepped back, looking nervous under First's sharp gaze. "Uh, sorry," Mark stammered, glancing between Khaotung and First.

Khaotung rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "Relax, First. I was just saying hi."

First's frown softened slightly, but the possessiveness in his expression didn't fade entirely. "You've said hi. Let's sit."

Neo chuckled, watching the exchange with amusement as he pulled Mark to sit beside him in the booth. "Man, First's jealousy is something else. Mark, I think you better stick to me for safety."

Khaotung ignored Neo, turning back to Mark. "Seriously, though, I'm glad you're here. I've been meaning to say... I'm not mad anymore. About everything."

Mark looked at him, his lips parting in surprise before he smiled, relief flooding his features. "Thanks, Khaotung. I wasn't sure if you'd ever forgive me."

Khaotung nodded. "I've had time to think. And besides, I have someone else to keep me on my toes now." His gaze flickered to First, who was now sitting with a casual confidence that contrasted with the storm in his eyes.

Mark chuckled softly. "I can see that."

Neo, grinning like a troublemaker, leaned forward and said over the loud music, "By the way, Mark's been annoying me all week, planning this visit. He was dying to see you, and honestly, I just came along for the drama."