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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Airports. There's something oddly therapeutic about them, isn't there? The chaos of people rushing, the constant announcement of departures and arrivals-it's like this strange limbo where reality can't quite touch me. It's the perfect escape from all the crap I've been drowning in lately. And God, do I need an escape.
Why am I at an airport right now? Simple. I have to get away from Seoul. From everything. Han-I love the guy, I really do-but this whole situation with Seo and Hwang? It's throwing me completely off balance. There's tension simmering between them, and honestly, it makes me nervous in ways I can't even begin to unpack. And then there's Felix, who's been ghosting me. That stings in a way that leaves an ache deep in my chest, a dull pain that just won't go away.
But Lee... Fuck... Lee. Last night-no, I can't even think about last night. It didn't happen. Or at least, that's what I'm telling myself. Denial is an art form at this point.
So here I am, sitting in an airport, about to board a flight home. Home-where everything feels a little less complicated, a little more bearable. I need my family right now. They always seem to fix me up, pull me out of whatever mess I've tangled myself in. A few days with them and I'll be right as rain. I just need to not think about the shitstorm brewing back in Seoul. Easy, right?
I've already checked in my luggage, settled into the cool, air-conditioned waiting area by the boarding gate. It's busy-too busy, actually. I glance around, taking note of the packed seats and the constant hum of voices, but it doesn't bother me. I've got five minutes until they call for boarding, so I focus on my phone, mindlessly scrolling through social media.
Hwang's been doing a ton of photoshoots lately. Damn, the man never stops.
Suddenly, I notice someone sit down next to me, taking up the previously empty seat. I don't bother looking up at first; my eyes are glued to my phone. But then something catches my attention-a flash of bright purple hair in my peripheral vision. That's not a common color. I can't help but sneak a glance.
Purple. Huh. Fascinating choice.
The man beside me shifts slightly, and I see he's decked out in a mask and sunglasses, like he's trying to blend in but... well, purple hair isn't exactly subtle. I squint, curiosity piqued. Why does he look oddly familiar?
And then it hits me-this aura, this presence. Wait a minute. He notices my gaze and looks directly at me. He stares for too long before gasping softly, and I hear a voice I would recognize anywhere, no matter how muffled.
"Bahng?"
My eyes snap wide open, and for a moment, my brain short-circuits. No. Fucking. Way. "Lee?" I stare at him, trying to process what the hell I'm looking at. Purple hair? Why the hell does Lee have purple hair?
He slowly peels off his sunglasses, and I'm left in a puddle of confusion. He pulls the mask down too, revealing that annoyingly perfect face of his, though there's a flicker of something like surprise in his expression as well. "What are you doing here?"
