Ohm
I was sprawled on the bed in my room, phone in my hand like it was glued there, scrolling nothing important just to kill time after dropping Ye Jun off. The restaurant high was still buzzing in my veins, but now it was quiet, too quiet, and my brain decided to betray me completely.
I kept seeing him at the table, the way his lips wrapped around that fork every single bite, all shiny and full, like they were made for something way dirtier than fancy pasta. His throat bobbed when he swallowed, smooth and quick, and god, his shoulders under that shirt, not too broad but omega like and broad enough to look strong but soft where the fabric pulled tight across his chest, nipples probably poking just a little if the AC hit right.
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