The Whispers (Underworld 6) VK

25: About Last Night

Seungkwan paced back and forth in his dorm room, his mind racing a mile a minute. The events of last night kept playing in his head like a broken record, making him feel more and more restless with each passing second. He couldn't believe what had happened. He had kissed Hansol—Hansol!—and the kiss wasn't just some accidental, sloppy mess. No, it had been intense. Passionate. Full of feelings he wasn't ready to deal with.

He glanced at the clock. It was still early, but there was no way he could keep this all bottled up any longer. He grabbed his phone and texted Moonbin.

Seungkwan: "I need you here NOW. SOS."

Moonbin, ever the reliable friend, replied almost instantly.

Moonbin: "On my way. Did you burn your face mask again?"

Seungkwan rolled his eyes but couldn't help smiling at the memory of that one time he left a sheet mask on for too long and ended up looking like a dried raisin for hours. But today was no laughing matter. He needed advice—and fast.

Within ten minutes, Moonbin arrived, as if sensing the gravity of the situation. He barged into Seungkwan's dorm, wearing an overly concerned expression. "Okay, I'm here. What's the emergency? Did you accidentally sign up for a pottery class again?"

Seungkwan's face fell into his hands. "No, it's worse than that. Way worse."

Moonbin's eyes widened. "Worse than pottery class? What happened? Did you get kicked out of choir or something?"

Seungkwan shot him a look, exasperated. "No! I kissed Hansol."

Moonbin blinked. Twice. Then slowly, a grin spread across his face. "Wait... you kissed *Hansol*?"

Seungkwan groaned, flopping back onto his bed. "I don't know what happened! One minute we were arguing—again—and the next minute we were... we were kissing." He buried his face in a pillow, his voice muffled. "And it wasn't just a peck. It was, like, a real kiss."

Moonbin raised an eyebrow, sitting on the edge of Seungkwan's bed. "A real kiss, huh? Did you see fireworks? Angels singing in the background? The whole shebang?"

Seungkwan groaned louder into the pillow. "Stop making fun of me! I'm already losing my mind here."

Moonbin patted his back sympathetically, though there was a definite hint of amusement in his voice. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. But come on, Seungkwan, you kissed Hansol. That's huge! I didn't think you had it in you."

Seungkwan sat up abruptly, his face red. "I didn't plan for it to happen, okay?! It just... did." He paused, then narrowed his eyes. "Wait, why are you acting like this is some big deal? It's not like it means anything."

Moonbin tilted his head, confused. "Why wouldn't it mean anything? You and Hansol have been at each other's throats for months. Maybe this was all just... pent-up tension or something?"

Seungkwan shook his head violently. "No, no, no. That's not it. We were both super drunk! That's the only explanation."

Moonbin blinked. "Drunk?"

"Yeah!" Seungkwan stood up, starting to pace again. "Hansol probably doesn't even remember it. I mean, why would he? He's the most popular guy on campus. People are literally throwing themselves at him every day. There's no way he'd be interested in me. I'm... I'm just me."

Moonbin snorted. "Seungkwan, you're literally the life of the party. Everyone loves you."

Seungkwan shot him a doubtful look. "Not like Hansol. He's on another level. He could have anyone he wants."