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Chapter 8- confess and their friend weed

୨⎯ Chapter 8-Confess and their friend weed⎯୧

The apartment was unusually quiet when Dal leaves, but not so much when he's arriving, his footsteps heavy against the hardwood floor. I hadn't been expecting him to come back so soon, but as soon as the door clicked shut behind him, I knew something had changed.

I was lounging on the couch, still processing the haze of my thoughts from earlier, trying to shake off the feeling of Dal's eyes on me, the things he said last night. It was all still messing with my head,

and if I was being honest, I was trying to avoid dealing with it. Dal had this ability to just barge into my mind and make everything complicated.

"You're still here, huh?" Dal's voice broke through my spiraling thoughts as he walked into the living room. He had a casual, carefree air about him, and in his hands, there were three plastic bags. The unmistakable smell of weed wafted through the air, thick and pungent.

I raised an eyebrow, slowly sitting up. "What the hell did you get?" I asked, half amused, half confused.

Dal smirked, tossing one of the bags onto the coffee table. "Thought I'd bring the party to us." He pulled out a joint from his pocket and lit it with a flick of his lighter, taking a deep drag before blowing out a plume of smoke. "You're gonna join me, right?"

I glanced from the joint to Dal, and for some reason, the thought of just saying 'no' felt silly. I already knew that I wasn't exactly a stranger to breaking the rules with Dal. Maybe this was just the next logical step in my inevitable downfall.

I took a breath, leaned back on the couch, and held out my hand. "Fine, give it here."

Dal's grin grew wider as he handed me the joint, his fingers brushing mine as I took it. Our eyes locked for a second, something unspoken passing between us.

I took a slow drag, the smoke filling my lungs. For a moment, everything felt lighter, like my body was floating just above the ground.

I exhaled slowly, letting the smoke curl around us. The tension in the room was thick, but it wasn't the kind of tension I was used to. It was... different. There was a strange calm in it, like we were both just waiting for the other to make a move.

Dal's eyes never left me. His gaze was intense, heated, and it made me feel exposed in a way I couldn't explain. "You feel it, don't you?" he asked, his voice low, almost too smooth.

I wasn't sure what he meant by that—whether it was the weed or something else—but I felt it. That undeniable pull between us, the one that neither of us could ignore, no matter how much we tried.

I took another drag, feeling the world around me blur just a little bit. "Feel what?" I asked, not able to keep the teasing tone out of my voice.

Dal leaned in a little, the air between us thickening. "You know exactly what I mean." His voice dropped to a whisper. "The way you look at me when you think I don't see it. You can't hide it, Y/N. I know."

I felt my heart skip a beat, my pulse suddenly picking up pace. I didn't want to admit it, but I couldn't deny it. He was right. I'd been looking at him, but I hadn't realized just how much I'd been giving away.

I tried to act casual, shrugging and taking another drag, but everything about this moment felt charged. "You're delusional, Dal."

He chuckled, but there was no humor in it. "Am I? Or are you just scared of what happens if you stop pretending like you don't want this?"