Shared Spaces & Hidden Desires ? Seungcheol

Seungcheol

The second our eyes met, the noise around me dropped. Not completely, but enough that I couldn't hear what the girl on my lap was whispering against my skin. Not enough that I cared.

"Get off," I said quietly.

She blinked, confused.

I looked at her fully for the first time and shoved her off me. I stood, brushing past the other two girls without another word. "Out," I said.

They stared. One laughed, like I was joking.

"Now."

That did it.

They filed out, muttering things I didn't bother listening to. I didn't look back. Because she was still there. In my periphery. Unmoving. Smirking like I hadn't just had someone's tongue on my neck two minutes ago.

Jeonghan noticed, of course. He always does.

"Well, well, well," he said with a grin, walking up to her. "Look what the night dragged in."

yn raised a brow but didn't miss a beat. "Jeonghan."

She didn't hug him, didn't fawn. Just said his name like she owned it. Like she was above whatever games we were all pretending not to play.

"This is Sujin," she said, gesturing beside her, "and Jiwon."

The girls smiled, clearly enjoying the attention. Mingyu gave them a look like he was picking favorites already.

Then her eyes flicked to me.

"And... this is Seungcheol."

I nodded once. Brief. Sharp.

That was it.

I didn't move. Didn't offer more.

But my eyes never left her.

Not when she laughed at something Mingyu said. Not when Jiwon tripped slightly in her heels and grabbed Sujin's arm. Not when Jeonghan handed out drinks like he ran the place.

She took one. I took another.

Then another.

And another.

The burn didn't dull anything.

If anything, it made it worse.

It made her skin look more golden under the dim lights. Made the curve of her throat seem like something I wanted to trace with my teeth. Made every move she made burn through my bloodstream.

I wasn't talking. Barely breathing.

Just drinking.

Watching.

Watching the way she was starting to sway a little. The way her cheeks were flushed now. The way she tilted her head back when she laughed—free, reckless, like she was finally letting go of something.

She didn't once look my way.

She didn't have to.

My eyes didn't leave her for a second.

Then she moved closer to Mingyu.

Too close.

His hand brushed her waist. Her fingers were on his arm. Her smile a little too soft. His voice a little too low.

My grip tightened around the glass in my hand.

And still, she didn't look at me.

Didn't check to see if I was watching.