You're Mine, I'm Yours II

Part 7

Khaotung paced back and forth in the dimly lit room, his hands furiously ruffling his hair in frustration. His mind was a chaotic mess of emotions-anger, shame, desire-all colliding violently within him. His breathing was uneven, his chest tight with the weight of what had happened. How the hell did he let it happen? He had sworn to never let First get close to him again, and yet... last night, under the haze of alcohol, he had done exactly that.

He stopped mid-stride, his fingers digging into his scalp as he groaned out loud, trying to shake the thoughts from his head. But the memories were relentless. The taste of First's lips, the way his touch had ignited something uncontrollable inside him. Fuck. How pathetic had he been? Laying beneath him, begging for his touch, for his body, like he had no will of his own. He could still feel the ghost of First's hands on him, his breath hot against his skin.

Khaotung clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He hated it-hated how easily First had broken through his defenses, how powerless he felt around him. Every time he saw him, all his anger, all his determination crumbled into raw desire. What kind of man am I? He cursed himself for being weak, for allowing his body to betray him like that.

"Damn it!" he muttered, pacing even faster. He blamed the alcohol, clung to that excuse like a lifeline. It had to be the alcohol. There was no other way he'd have let First touch him again, not after everything that had happened between them. Not after they had become enemies.

But the truth gnawed at him-he had wanted it. No matter how much he tried to deny it, in those moments beneath First, his body had craved him, responded to him in ways that left him burning with shame now.

As he struggled with the turmoil inside him, the door creaked open, and Neo strolled in, a cocky grin already plastered on his face.

"Well, well, well, look who's up early and looking like he's been hit by a truck," Neo said, leaning against the doorframe with a teasing smirk. His eyes flicked over Khaotung's disheveled state. "Rough night, huh? Or should I say... *wild* night?"

Khaotung froze mid-pace, his heart skipping a beat. Shit. He straightened up, trying to appear casual, but the tension in his body betrayed him. "It's... nothing," he muttered, avoiding Neo's eyes as he ruffled his hair again, this time in an attempt to hide the flush creeping up his neck.

Neo raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. He sauntered into the room, crossing his arms over his chest. "Come on, Khao. You look like you're about to punch a wall. Something tells me it's not 'nothing.' What's eating you up, huh?"

Khaotung tried to steady his breathing, cursing himself internally for letting any of this show. He couldn't tell Neo the truth. He couldn't tell him that he had slept with First-his **enemy**-again, of all people. Neo would lose his shit if he found out.

"It's... complicated," Khaotung said vaguely, shifting his weight from foot to foot, his eyes darting away.

Neo grinned mischievously, his eyes narrowing as he took in Khaotung's fidgety behavior. "Oh, complicated, huh? Did you finally let off some steam? Maybe get laid? 'Cause man, you're looking all kinds of flustered."

Khaotung stiffened, his stomach flipping at Neo's words. He had to act fast, keep Neo off the trail. "I-what? No!" Khaotung's voice cracked slightly, and he immediately regretted how defensive he sounded. "I mean... yeah, I slept with someone... but it's not a big deal."

Neo's grin widened like a cat who had caught the scent of a secret. "Ohhh, really? You got nailed, didn't you? You sly bastard. Who's the lucky one?"

Khaotung's throat went dry, and he swallowed hard, his mind racing. Say anything. Just don't let him know it was First. He tried to keep his voice steady, but the heat rising in his cheeks made it difficult. "Just some random... someone. It doesn't matter."