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Sohee really needed to stop putting himself in these situations.
He had told himself, after the last time he had gotten too high with his friends, that he needed to come to terms with the fact that he did not have the same level of tolerance as Sungchan did, and he probably never would.
And yet.
When Anton had texted him, asking him to come over and ‘chill,’ he had thought that meant, like, lay around and play Mario Kart. Maybe take one fifth of an edible. Not…whatever the fuck this was.
“I stole this from Wonbin-hyung’s closet,” Anton said softly, fiddling with the fabric of the tight, black skirt in his hands. There were several questions that Sohee had in response to that, such as why were you digging around in Wonbin’s closet, or why are you showing it to me, or even why does Wonbin own a skirt, anyways? But what he landed on asking was the simpler, much more important:
“What are you planning on doing with that, Chanyoung-ah?”
Anton didn’t respond for a moment. It was quiet, the only sound being the air conditioner in the living room window that was running on full blast. It was hot. It was getting even hotter, now that Anton had revealed the tiny skirt he had been keeping from Sohee all night. Anton cleared his throat, and it was loud, so loud it almost startled Sohee even though he had been watching Anton the whole time.
“Well, I thought that, maybe, we could play a game,” Anton coughed out, choking on his words like they hurt to say. Which was funny, almost, because no one was forcing him to do this. He had brought the skirt out on his own, of his own volition. Sohee blinked at him, and then glanced down at the skirt. It was a cute skirt.
“...With the skirt?” he asked, even though Anton had just answered that. But he really couldn’t…he had no idea what game they could possibly be playing that involved a skirt. Sohee tugged at the collar of his shirt. It was really fucking hot in there.
“I stole these from Sungchan-hyung,” Anton said instead of answering, and pulled a handful of orange-ish gummies out of his pocket. They were sticky, and melted together. Sohee’s stomach rolled over. Oh, that’s…
“Why the fuck would you just raw dog those in your pocket, man,” he turned his head, trying not to gag. There was a piece of hair sticking out of the clump of melted goo.
“I didn’t have much time,” Anton replied gravely, like he had been on a great quest and had to make a tough decision, and not like he had just stolen some of his roommate’s edibles.
“So…okay,” Sohee said, getting confused. He sprawled out on the couch, getting himself comfortable before trying to think about his next words very carefully. The heat was turning his brain to mush. Was the AC even on?
“I thought it would be fun,” Anton shrugged, placing a slightly damp hand on Sohee’s exposed ankle and moving his leg so he could sit on the other end of the couch. Sohee swallowed, hard, and tried not to think about how easily Anton had just moved him. Anyone could have done that. Sohee weighed about the same as a stack of feathers. It wasn’t like it was particularly hard to manhandle him.
“But then…what about the…” Sohee began to say, but then trailed off. This conversation had started to feel a bit like running in circles.
“Oh. Right. I thought it would be funny to take a bunch of edibles, and then whoever admits they’re fucked up out loud first, has to wear this skirt.”
Anton just said that like it had been the best thing he’d ever come up with. Sohee just stared at the ceiling. He could feel Anton watching him, waiting for his reaction. He didn’t really feel like that deserved one, because, what the fuck kind of idea was that. It was…it was too hot for Anton to be doing all that. Maybe, if Sohee just ignored it, then Anton would give up and go put the skirt away, and throw away his dirty, lint covered edibles, and let Sohee just laze around his apartment in peace.
“Hyung, do you like it?” Anton asked after about two minutes of silence passed.
“Um,” Sohee said, mouth suddenly feeling dry. “I guess I’m just a little…uh. Confused, is all.”
“About what?” Anton asked, tilting his head to the side. Sohee imagined that if Anton had little puppy ears, one of them would be quirked up, waiting for Sohee to respond.
“Like…I don’t know. Why did we need a skirt?”
“Because that makes it a challenge,” Anton replied, like that answered everything.
“Right,” Sohee muttered to himself. “I should have known.”
“So, I have five edibles. I figured we could split them,” Anton said, looking down at his hand.
“That’s five?” Sohee questioned, looking at the strange, orange colored mass in his hand. Anton ignored him, and started pulling apart the cluster with his long fingers. Sohee could feel a drop of sweat trail down his temple. The AC was definitely on, he could hear it. But it was whirring loudly, almost like it was strained, fighting against the hot, muggy July air.
“Open wide,” Anton said after a minute or two, turning to Sohee and shoving a strange, sticky clump into his face. Sohee jerked backwards, trying to snake his body up the couch and away from whatever the fuck was in Anton’s hand. Anton placed his free hand on Sohee’s stomach and pressed down. Sohee almost couldn’t stop the incredibly embarrassing noise that threatened to come out of the back of his throat.
“Get off, you’re fucking heavy,” he panted, thrashing his body a bit, to no avail. Anton was, unfortunately, quite strong. He smiled sweetly down at Sohee.
“I’ll move as soon as you eat these,” he sing-songed. Sohee squirmed again. It wasn’t lost on him, the fact that one of Anton’s palms was almost big enough to span his entire stomach. He could feel the heat radiating from it, sweat starting to dampen his shirt underneath where Anton was pressing harder than necessary. Like Sohee was some sort of prey that needed to be caught, and not his friend of two years that really didn’t want to put sweaty, melted edibles in his mouth.
“Hyung,” Anton whined, lacing aegyo into his voice, which would absolutely not work.
“Fine, oh my God, you’re such a fucking brat,” Sohee relented, but not because of the aegyo, okay? It was, like, because of some other shit. Anton smiled again, bringing his hand back up to Sohee’s mouth. Sohee unwillingly opened, succumbing to Anton forcefeeding him the edibles. Whatever. Literally, whatever. It was a Friday, and neither of them had work tomorrow.
“How many milligrams was that?” Sohee asked, after chewing and swallowing as quickly as humanly possible, to minimize the amount of time he spent actually tasting it. He slapped at Anton’s wrist, finally getting him to pull away and give Sohee some much needed breathing room.
“Hmm, not sure,” Anton hummed thoughtfully, chewing on his own handful. “Like, 50? No, like, 25, I think. Maybe more, I don’t remember.”
Sohee felt his heart drop to the bottom of his ass.
“25? 25 milligrams? Are you actually serious?” Suddenly, he felt nauseous. And what the fuck had Anton been talking about earlier, about a challenge? There was no way that Sohee was winning that. No way.
“It’s like, not that bad,” Anton shrugged. “That’s literally nothing.” He was still chewing, and the sight made Sohee shiver. Because, ew.
“Chanyoung-ah, I’m not a stoner like you and Sungchan-hyung. That was way too much,” Sohee groaned, covering his eyes with his hands. Anton only shrugged again.
“Then I guess you’re losing the challenge,” is all he said back. He thought for a moment. “And I’m not a stoner,” he added.
Sohee closed his eyes and tried to take a deep breath. In through his nose, out through his mouth. In through his nose, out through his mouth. He could hear Anton swallow loudly, smacking his lips a few times. Sohee’s eyebrow twitched and he could feel sweat pooling at his hairline. In through his nose.
—
“So,” Sohee began. “I’m still curious. About the skirt.”
Sohee and Anton were walking the short distance to the convenience store near Anton’s apartment. Anton had insisted they go, claiming the fresh air would help Sohee not get too high. Sohee didn’t really understand that logic, but he agreed anyway, because he knew that he could get Anton to pay for his snacks.
Anton didn’t look at him. “What’s there to be curious about?”
Sohee didn’t look at him either. “Oh, I don’t know. I think the most glaringly obvious thing is that you fed me edibles you knew would fuck me up and said whoever got fucked up first had to wear a skirt. I’d say that’s a little weird, Chanyoung-ah.”
There was a beat of silence before Anton spoke again. “You just talked way too fast for me to comprehend any of that.”
Sohee rolled his eyes and walked ahead of Anton a bit. “Oh? Would you say those edibles hit and fucked you up?” Anton just laughed.
“Ha-ha, hyung.”
To be honest, Sohee wasn’t even that mad. Because, like, whatever. Anton was harmless. If Sohee had really put up a fight, he would have backed off. They had always had a bit of a Thing. This was just how they…flirted? If you could really call it that. But it was just that—
“You know,” Sohee grabbed onto the door handle of the convenience store and held it open for Anton to slip in. “If you really wanted to see me in a skirt that bad, you could have just asked me. You didn’t have to borderline drug me.”
“I didn’t— Yo, Sohee, lower your voice,” Anton frantically whispered, looking around. The store was mostly empty, which was odd, considering that it was Friday, but the heat might have scared most of the crowds away. Sohee’s shirt was sticking to him in every possible way.
“No, no, it’s okay, Chanyoung-ah. You’re just a dirty pervert. It’s literally fine.” He raised his voice when he said you’re just a dirty pervert. The person standing behind the counter gave them a pointed look.
Anton was bright red. He looked miserable, like a big, sweaty dog. Sohee suddenly got the overwhelming urge to push him to the ground and tell him to crawl home. But he suppressed it. Because that would be weird. But would it be as weird as getting your friend too high so they’d wear a skirt for you? Sohee wasn’t entirely sure.
“I’m not a pervert,” Anton mumbled to no one in particular, focusing all his attention onto a bag of chips. Sohee just laughed and went to grab an ice cream sandwich out of the freezer. He was starting to feel it now, a heavy feeling settling deep into his bones. He was grateful, just this once, that he mostly just got sleepy when he got too high, and didn’t get, like, paranoid, or anything. He shuddered, remembering the one time Anton had brought his friend Riku to smoke with them. He had been the walking epitome of that one post, the one that said when you get so high you start getting scared. Sungchan had wanted to make the poor guy walk alone down a dark alleyway just for fun. Anton never brought Riku around them again.
Sohee frowned then, as he held the freezer door in front of him open for longer than he probably should. He didn’t particularly like to remember Riku, because of the way he got so handsy with Anton. An arm around his shoulder, two arms wrapped around his waist, his face buried into the crook of Anton’s neck. Sohee sniffled to himself. He was happy Anton had stopped hanging around that loser.
Anton came up behind him then, startling him. “Are you ready? I’ll buy your food,” he whispered, still trying to be considerate of the clerk who looked like he was trying to explode them with his mind. As they piled their snacks on the register counter, Sohee suddenly reached out and wrapped his arm around Anton’s waist. He was damp with sweat. Anton froze, turning his head slightly to look at Sohee out of the corner of his eye.
“Chanyoung-ah, I think it’s hitting me now. I feel funny,” Sohee said, as sweetly as he could manage when his intentions were anything but.
“Like…” Anton gulped as he tapped his card on the reader. “Like, would you say you’re feeling fucked up?”
“Um, okay, yeah,” Sohee nodded his head. Anton just kept looking at him. And looking at him. Until he raised his eyebrows expectantly, and suddenly, Sohee got the hint. He put one hand over his heart and held the other up, palm facing Anton like he was taking an oath. “Chanyoung-ah, thine edible has got me feeling fucked upth. Is that okay?”
Anton just smiled slyly at him while he grabbed their bags and pushed his way out the door. “I mean, I did tell you the rules of the challenge.” Sohee rolled his eyes.
“Forgive me, your highness, for not saying the exact fucking wording,” he sighed. Anton chuckled to himself, sending another cheeky smile Sohee’s way. This was perfect. Everything was going according to plan. The plan being a really shoddy thing that Sohee threw together in his head about five minutes ago, something about taking back the upper hand from Anton and ruining his night. It was gonna be great.
He wouldn’t know what fucking hit him.
—
“Do you need help?” Anton’s voice called out from behind the bathroom door.
“Fuck off,” Sohee called back. He heard a soft ‘okay, jeez’ as Anton’s footsteps got quieter, telling Sohee he had finally left the bathroom door.
The skirt was insanely short.
Sohee had been wearing shorts beforehand, but like, big ones. Ones that went down past his knees a bit, and had wide legs and a lot of breathing room. This skirt, if you could even call it that, hugged the top half of his thighs and his hips tightly before stopping right below his asscheeks.
When the fuck did Wonbin ever wear this.
Actually, he didn’t want to know the answer to that.
The skirt didn’t even look particularly good, because his boxers were still peeking out the bottom of the hem and the skirt kept riding up and revealing more of his underwear. But there was absolutely no way in fucking hell he was taking his underwear off. That would be going too far. He wanted to make Anton scared, and maybe a little horny. That was all. He didn’t need to be, like, hanging dick and ball all over Sungchan’s couch. He took a deep breath. In through his nose. Out through his mouth.
He flung the door open, immediately reaching down to adjust the skirt again. His limbs felt like they weighed a million pounds, like he had tied sandbags to them. Maybe his skirt would just have to ride up and Anton would just have to be okay with it. He probably would like that, anyway. Dirty pervert.
Sohee slowly made his way back to the living room, where Anton was sitting on the couch with his hands folded in his lap, like he was patiently waiting. Sohee knew he was full of shit.
“Ta-da,” Sohee exclaimed, walking in and giving Anton a twirl. Anton exhaled, having held his breath for some reason.
“Wow. You look…wow. That’s, like, wow. I mean, wow.”
“Do I look wow?” Sohee asked, crossing his arms. Anton’s face, which had been already flushed from the heat, somehow turned a darker shade of red.
“Uhm,” he stammered. “Yeah.”
“Was this really all you had planned? This is kind of lame,” Sohee sighed as he sat down on the couch. The skirt, unsurprisingly, rode up his thighs and squeezed uncomfortably.
“Uh-huh,” Anton replied, genuinely staring at Sohee’s legs. Like, pupils blown wide, mouth hanging open and everything. Sohee wouldn’t have been surprised if his tongue lolled out and he started panting, too.
“Dude, are you good?” Sohee snapped his fingers in front of Anton’s face, breaking the trance. Anton grimaced, ripping his eyes away from Sohee’s legs and focusing on the TV.
“Yeah, yeah, sorry. Um, let’s just, um, watch something.”
They made it about fifteen minutes into whatever movie Anton landed on before Sohee started putting his plan in motion. He lounged back, lifting his legs off the floor and stretching them out in front of him. He could see Anton trying really hard to not look at them. He shifted a bit, pulling his legs up to his body on the couch. He tucked them in, before stretching them out again and resting his feet right in Anton’s lap. Anton flinched.
“Yah, hyung, what are you doing?” he asked, picking up one of Sohee’s legs by the ankle and trying to shove it away. Sohee just kicked him in the shoulder and put his foot back down on Anton’s lap. Anton squirmed a bit, shifting his hips and trying to move Sohee’s feet away from his crotch area.
Sohee wasn’t having it. He pulled his feet right back up and dug his heel into Anton’s dick. Anton, honest to God, whimpered, and they both froze. They stared at each other, Anton so red he was almost purple, and Sohee with his eyebrows raised to the top of his forehead.
“What was—”
“It was nothing—”
“It didn’t sound like nothing—”
“Hyung, just watch the movie, please?” Anton’s voice sounded strained. Sohee huffed and crossed his arms.
After another ten minutes crawled by excruciatingly slowly, Sohee slid his ankles to hang off the side of Anton’s lap. He hooked his feet over Anton’s thigh and pulled himself forward a bit. This way, his calves were resting perfectly in Anton’s lap. He laid back on the pillows after, ignoring the way Anton had seemed to start vibrating.
“Hyung,” he whispered, turning to look at Sohee with big, pleading eyes.
“What’s wrong, Chanyoung-ah?” Sohee asked innocently.
“Can you just, like, watch the movie? I put on your favorite, and you’re still just terrorizing me—”
“Okay, first of all, Madagascar is not my favorite movie, the fuck? Second of all, how am I terrorizing you? I’m literally just resting my legs and getting comfortable.”
“No, you’re wearing a skirt.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“You’re…you’re rubbing your legs all over my dick,” Anton hissed.
“I’m not even moving?”
“Stop, you were—”
“This would be me moving,” Sohee exclaimed, thrashing his legs, rubbing his calves all over Anton’s lap. He thought it was funny. Until it wasn’t. He stopped moving his legs.
“Dude, did you just—”
“IGNORE IT,” Anton gritted out.
“Is that because of me?” Sohee giggled. Everything was so fucking funny right now.
“What the fuck else could have made me get hard. Alex the Lion?” Anton deadpanned. That just made Sohee laugh even harder. When he laughed, he squirmed a little on the couch. Anton let out a sad, pathetic whine. “Sohee— hyung, stop. Please.”
“Hmm…” Sohee pretended to think. He put a finger on his lips and looked up at the ceiling, like he was really thinking hard. “I don’t really want to stop. You’re cute when you’re flustered like this.”
“Nothing about this is cute,” Anton grumbled, and he rested a hand on one of Sohee’s calves. Sohee could feel the dampness from his sweaty palm radiating onto his skin. It was a little uncomfortable, but he couldn’t be bothered to shrug Anton off. He shifted his leg up Anton’s lap a tiny bit.
“Dude. Chanyoung-ah, you’re still hard.”
“Amazing observation skills, hyung.”
“You like me that much?”
Anton balked. “It’s not– I don’t—”
“It’s the skirt, isn’t it? You like my legs?”
Anton looked redder than a tomato. “No, hyung, it’s not like that—”
“It’s okay, puppy. You wanna touch them?” That was a stupid thing to ask. Anton already had one hand wrapped around Sohee’s calf, squeezing so tightly Sohee was sure the skin underneath would be red once Anton moved his arm. Not to mention the boner Anton had popped when all Sohee did was show off his legs and put them near Anton’s crotch. It was pretty clear Anton wanted to touch them.
“Um, c–can I? Can I touch them, hyung? You’d let me?” Anton was practically shaking. He must be a lot hornier than he let on, especially since he didn’t even make a comment about the ‘puppy’ nickname. Sohee had never really understood how getting high could make someone horny, but he wasn’t about to complain. This was going exactly to plan.
“Yeah, you can touch them, Chanyoungie. You can do whatever. I don’t really care.” Sohee turned his attention back to the TV. Anton moved Sohee’s legs a little bit so that they were resting on top of his dick again.
“Can I really? Can I really, hyung?” Anton whined, brows pinched up. He didn’t wait for an answer before he held onto Sohee’s calves tightly and thrust upwards shallowly. He moaned embarrassingly loud. Sohee almost felt bad for him, because to be this horny over your friend’s calves was like, kind of weird. Sohee still just kept his eyes on the TV screen. Alex, Melvin, Marty and Gloria had just washed up on the shore of Madagascar.
Sohee stayed completely still, and completely silent, as Anton whined and whimpered loudly. Thank God Sungchan wasn’t home, otherwise this would be probably the most embarrassing moment of Sohee’s life. But instead, it was only embarrassing for Anton, so Sohee didn’t really care. He could tell that Anton was getting antsy, that he wanted more.
“Puppy, you wanna make it feel better?”
“Yeah, I– I want it, can I…can I take my pants off? Please, hyung?” Sohee shrugged.
“Whatever,” he said, nonchalantly. He picked his phone up from where he’d left it on the couch and opened up Instagram. He ignored the way Anton was scrambling to unbutton his pants and get his cock out. Then he heard Anton sigh, which made him finally look up. “Yes? Is there a problem?”
“It’s just, I— there’s no lube out here,” Anton huffed. Sohee felt like laughing in his face.
“You really are just a big, dumb dog, huh? Fucking stupid. Just spit on them, Chanyoung-ah.” Anton blinked at Sohee for a moment, like he hadn’t even considered that to be an option.
“O-oh,” he said dumbly, and then, “you know, you get really mean when you’re high, hyung.”
“And whose fault is that?” Sohee rolled his eyes at Anton’s big, pleading ones staring at him.
“St–stop, you know I would have stopped if you actually told me no,” Anton pouted. It was then that Sohee realized Anton had just been sitting there with his cock out the entire time and— okay. Sohee turned back to the TV. He didn’t want to think about that right now. Nope.
Stupid fucking Anton and his stupid fucking big, nice cock. Literally whatever. Right now wasn’t about that. Right now was about humiliating Anton and gaining material to blackmail him with in the future.
He could hear Anton spit, and he felt the cool glob hit his calves. Anton spread it around a bit with two fingers, pressing it down into the gap between Sohee’s calves. He wanted to shiver but he didn’t want to give Anton anything to use against him. He just kept his eyes on the screen. He could feel Anton lift his legs a bit and line his dick up in between Sohee’s calves. It was hot. Like, temperature wise. Sohee supposed it was also kind of hot, like, in a sexy way, but again, he didn’t want to give Anton anything.
The first thrust felt…odd, against Sohee’s legs. It wasn’t really doing anything for him. Anton, on the other hand, was panting, moaning, whining, and sucking spit back into his mouth that had started to slip out.
“Hyung,” he called out, sliding one of his palms up Sohee’s leg, rubbing over his kneecap. “Hyung.”
Sohee ignored him. Anton picked up the pace of his thrusts.
“Sohee-hyung, it’s not, it’s not enough, I can’t— I can’t cum like this, please,” Anton whined. He sort of sounded like he was crying. Slowly, he slid his hand up from Sohee’s kneecap to his thigh. He palmed at the flesh there, squeezing it and kneading it in between his fingers. His hand was so fucking damp and sweaty. It was gross. Sohee shuddered, just from the sticky feeling of Anton’s palm. Not for any other reason.
Anton’s palm moved up further, until he got to the, um, half-chub Sohee was sporting under the skirt. Immediately, Sohee slapped his hand away.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, trying to sound angry. Anton cowered back.
“I just– I need—” he choked on his words. He looked so fucking pathetic, snotty and red and sweating so badly.
“And you thought you could just take it from me without asking?”
“No, I swear, hyung, let me—”
“No, no. Bad dog. Bad,” Sohee chastised. He pulled his legs out of Anton’s lap, up to his chest. Anton just gawked at him.
“Are you gonna blueball me right now? For real?”
“No, I’m just making it even harder for you. Here,” Sohee said. He stuck one leg up in the air a bit, wiggling his foot near Anton’s face. “This is what you get.”
“Are you serious?”
“Extremely serious,” Sohee nodded. He turned back to the TV again, ignoring the incredulous look on Anton’s face.
“Fine,” Anton grumbled. He sat up on his knees, gripping Sohee’s ankle roughly and bringing it down to his dick, which had somehow stayed hard through that little skirmish. Sohee stretched his leg out, pushing on it a bit harder. Anton bit his lip and grabbed onto the back of the couch. “Fuck, fuck, hyung,” he breathed out. Sohee ignored him.
Anton started moving his hips as best he could with the limited surface area. It wasn’t nearly enough, but Sohee was prepared for it to last a while, because the longer it took for Anton to get off, the more humiliating it was—
Anton started shaking. He was drooling, spit leaking out of his mouth, dripping onto Sohee’s legs, and he was shaking. Sohee stopped pretending to ignore him for a moment, looking up at Anton’s teary face.
“Are you about to fucking cum?”
“N–no,” Anton lied, slowing his hips down to a grind. Sohee pressed down hard with his toes, making Anton mewl.
“Disgusting. You’re a big, filthy fucking dog. Gonna cum all over your hyung’s foot? That’s fucking nasty, Chanyoung-ah. Look at you. You’re crying. You’re literally crying over what?”
Anton sniffled. “I’m not,” he whimpered. “I’m not.”
“You wanna cum so bad? You want this to be over so quickly?” Sohee reached up and flicked Anton’s head. “Then cum. Dumb mutt. Just fucking cum.”
Anton put his head down in shame and started rutting into Sohee’s foot with reckless abandon. He really might have been crying. His thrusts got sloppy, and his moans somehow got even louder, and then it was over. He painted Sohee’s toes and calf with cum, and even got some on Wonbin’s skirt. Sohee hissed at the feeling of it on his warm skin. He wiggled his toes against Anton’s softening cock, earning a groan and a shove from him. Anton pushed Sohee’s leg out of the way and flopped his whole body on top of him.
“Oof— the fuck is your problem? It’s hot and there’s cum everywhere–” Sohee protested. Now it was Anton’s turn to ignore him.
“Can I…did you…” Anton started to ask after a few minutes of strained silence, but he trailed off. Sohee shook his head.
“No, and no.”
“But—” Anton pleaded.
“No, Chanyoung-ah. If we’re gonna do anything more than this I would rather be sober for it.”
Anton pouted, but relented. Finally, after a few more minutes, he pulled off of Sohee and looked down at the skirt. He pulled the fabric with two fingers.
“We’re gonna have to clean this before we put it back in Wonbin’s closet,” Anton said grimly. Sohee nearly slapped him on the back.
“Um, I think you mean that you’re going to have to clean it. This was your idea!”
“You went along with it!”
“Fuck you! I’m not helping you clean your own cum off of Wonbin’s skirt!”
“Well, fuck you! I’m never doing this with you again!”
“Oh no, whatever shall I do?” They kept arguing, with Anton hovering over Sohee, keeping him trapped under his body on the couch.
Neither of them heard the door being unlocked.
“Chanyoung-ah! I’m home! Did you still want to order pizza for din—” Sungchan stopped cold in the middle of the doorway to the living room. Sohee and Anton stared at him. He stared back, big doe eyes taking in everything that was happening in front of him. “Oh. Um, okay. Okay, hi Sohee.”
It was silent for a few moments while everyone just stared at each other. Anton looked like he was about to burst into flames. Sungchan cleared his throat.
“Is that Wonbin’s skirt?”