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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I had a plan. Every detail meticulously thought out, every outcome considered, all hinged on this weekend's race. Finally, I'd see Han, and finally, I'd have a chance to tip the balance in my favor. But nothing, and I mean nothing, could have prepared me for the sight that awaited me in the VIP lounge.
There Han was, sitting there like everything was fine. Except it wasn't. Han never let anyone touch him-he was practically allergic to physical contact. Even those closest to him had to work for years to earn a casual brush of his shoulder, yet now, there he was, his hand nestled securely in Seo's. Fingers intertwined. Willingly.
My steps faltered as I walked through the lounge, my mind racing. What the hell? I tried not to stare, but it was impossible. I'd seen Han skeptical of even a handshake, and now this? He sat there, completely at ease, chatting with Bahng and Seo like nothing about this was strange. But it was strange. It was wrong.
And, of course, that's when Han's gaze caught mine. His eyes, sharp and unflinching at first, met mine across the room. There was a flicker of something-intensity, challenge, I wasn't sure-but then his gaze dropped to his linked fingers with Seo, and a subtle shift happened. When his eyes returned to mine, something softened. My breath caught in my throat. Han never softened.
What the hell is going on?
I forced myself to move, dragging my feet toward the booth I usually shared with Lee. But the sight waiting for me there was no less shocking. I stopped dead in my tracks. Lee was sitting...with Yang? Yang?!
"What the fuck is going on?" I blurted out before my brain could catch up with my mouth.
Lee shot me a weary glance, avoiding Yang's eyes like the plague. "Hwang, for the love of all things holy, if you act like this is anything but normal, I swear to god I will lose it and drop-kick you to Mars." His voice trembled just slightly as he took a deep breath, as though his sanity was hanging by a thread.
I blinked, trying to process the scene in front of me. Yang, wearing a smug grin like he owned the place-maybe because he did-leaned back and crossed his arms. My eyes bounced between them, waiting for the explanation that I knew was coming. Yang's smirk only deepened. "We went on a date yesterday." He said it so casually, as if this revelation wouldn't shake the ground beneath me.
Lee's head snapped toward him, eyes wide. "It was not a-mmph-" His protest was cut off as Yang clamped a hand over his mouth, silencing him with a cocky grin.
"Let me finish, love," Yang purred, his voice dripping with amusement as Lee squirmed beneath his touch. "After lunch, he took me home, and I spent the night."
Lee finally wrestled Yang's hand away, his voice in full-blown panic mode as he rattled off a desperate defense. "Him taking me to lunch was against my will. He stalked me the entire day. And the only reason he spent the night is because he came in without my permission and I was too exhausted to kick him out."
