Shared Spaces & Hidden Desires ? Seungcheol

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Every time his eyes burned into me from across the room, it lit something up inside me I didn't know how to put out.

And it was getting harder to pretend I didn't want to burn.

Harder to pretend I wasn't doing all of this for him.

Mingyu's lips were soft but eager, his hands steady as they moved over my waist, my back, slipping under the hem of my top like he was trying to learn every inch. I kissed him harder. Let myself get lost in it. Drunker on the makeout than the shots I'd downed.

But even then...

Even then, it wasn't his mouth I was thinking about. It wasn't his hands I wanted.

It was Seungcheol's fucking gaze.

The way I could feel it on me like a physical thing.

Hot. Possessive. Furious.

It made me bolder. Hungrier.

So I pushed closer, pressed into Mingyu more deliberately, let my lips trail from his jaw down to his neck, all teeth and heat and not caring who saw.

And then, my mistake.

I looked up.

Just for a second. Just long enough to see her.

Sujin. On him.

Her lips all over his neck. His shirt halfway undone. Her body grinding on his like she had any right.

And he didn't stop her.

He didn't even flinch.

He was still watching me.

That should've made it better. Should've proved I still had him. But all it did was rip something open.

I kissed Mingyu harder. Sloppier. More desperate now than daring.

But it wasn't him I was thinking about.

It was the image of her on Seungcheol's lap. Her mouth where I wanted mine to be. Her body pressed against the one I dreamed about.

And then—everything blurred.

The lights. The music. The heat in my veins.

Until Jiwon's voice broke through it all.

"Hey, come on," she muttered, already tugging Sujin off Seungcheol's lap like she was a kid throwing a tantrum in public. "You're done."

Jeonghan found me next, his hand gentle on my arm, his voice a little softer. "Let's get you home, okay?"

Home.

The word barely registered.

I was still reeling, still furious, still aching but I let him guide me. My legs worked fine, even if the floor tilted a little beneath them. Seungcheol was already up. Still silent. Still unreadable.

But I could feel it.

He was drunk too.

Just enough to let his guard slip. Just enough for that barely-there sway in his steps to betray how hard he was holding it together.

Jeonghan took one look at us and sighed.

"Mingyu's fine," he said, already waving off my half-turn. "You two need to go. Before this night gets worse."

Jiwon nodded, already walking Sujin out the door.

And just like that, it was just me and him.

Silent. Heavy. Tense.