Ye Jun
I grabbed his shirt harder and yanked him down so our mouths crashed again, no more of that careful bullshit, just me trying to shut my brain up before it started screaming about how this was the dumbest idea I'd ever had after Si Woo.
Ohm made this surprised little noise against my lips, like he hadn't expected me to go from zero to needy in half a second, but then he kissed me back, slow and stupidly soft, his hand still cupping my cheek like I was made of glass or something. God, it was so different. No teeth scraping my bottom lip until it bled, no hand fisted in my hair dragging my head back so he could growl mine in my ear. Just Ohm, all warm and careful, thumb brushing my cheekbone while he tasted like the mint gum from earlier and the shots we'd done at the bar. My chest did this tight squeeze thing that pissed me off because it felt too good, too safe, and I didn't do safe anymore.
