He groans into my mouth, and I use that moment to push back, trying to take control again. But Han is stronger than he looks, and for once, he's not letting me win.
"Frustrated?" he murmurs between kisses, smirking against my lips.
I bite at his jaw...
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Have you ever been hit with such an absurd bombshell that your brain rejects reality entirely, forcing you to question whether you're still dreaming or if your life has just spiraled into a bizarre sitcom? Yeah, that was me this morning.
I woke up laughing. Of course, it wasn't real. No way. Seo is my friend, my buddy, my partner in crime. He wouldn't just—
Wait.
Oh, fuck.
The realization hit me like a freight train at full speed. It did happen. Last night wasn't some fever dream fueled by too much time spent alone in this god-forsaken apartment. Seo really said that. I could practically feel the weight of the universe crashing down on me, and the only logical solution? Go back to bed.
I wasn't doing a single thing today. Not a damn thing. There was way too much existential dread swimming in my head, and I had zero interest in dealing with it while conscious. Sleep was the only escape from the chaotic mess my life had become.
Everything was fine. I was blissfully curled up in my bed, pretending the world outside didn't exist. That is, until my peaceful slumber was violently interrupted by the shrill, soul-crushing ring of my phone.
The plan? Simple. Throw the phone at the wall, curl back up, and continue pretending reality wasn't happening. But one glance at the caller ID had me scrambling out from under the covers like my bed was on fire.
"Chris, you motherfu—"
"Did you change your code? I can't get in," Bahng's voice crackled through the speaker. His tone was sharp, already getting under my skin before I even had the chance to wake up properly.
I groaned, dragging myself out of bed with all the enthusiasm of a teenager on a Monday morning. "Where the hell have you been?" I growled, shuffling down the hallway, still clutching the phone.
"Han, just open the fucking door," he snapped back, his tone darker than usual. It made me stop dead in my tracks. This wasn't the usual laid-back, cheerful Bahng. His voice carried an edge I wasn't used to hearing.
I hesitated, hearing a sigh through the phone. "Please." His voice softened, and that single word was enough to kick me into gear. Something was definitely up.
I practically sprinted to the door, fumbling with the lock before yanking it open. I barely had time to blink before Bahng crashed into me, wrapping me up in a hug so tight it knocked the air out of me. I stood there, stunned for a moment, before sinking into the embrace.
God, I'd missed him.
We stood there for a long moment, not saying anything. When he finally pulled back, I could see it—his eyes were slightly red, his expression tight with pain. There was something off about him, and I didn't like it one bit.
"Felix?" I asked, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. It had to be Felix. Only he could leave Bahng looking like this.
Bahng nodded slowly, his gaze drifting down to the floor. My blood boiled instantly. Oh, that motherfu—
