Ye Jun
I kissed him back like my life depended on it, hands fisted in the front of his shirt, the bass from the speakers still thumping through my ribs like it was trying to shake all the bad decisions loose. Ohm tasted like the shots we had slammed earlier and something clean, like mint gum he had probably popped right before he decided to ruin my night in the best worst way. His mouth was soft, too soft, nothing like the way Si Woo used to bite and claim and leave bruises I would poke at later just to feel something. I pulled back first, breathing hard, the bar lights spinning a little because yeah, the alcohol was still doing its job.
Ohm did not let me go far. His hands stayed on my waist, thumbs rubbing small circles like he was scared I would bolt. He leaned in close again, lips brushing my ear, and whispered something. The music was too loud, my head too fuzzy. I caught maybe half a syllable and nothing else.
