Once the car pulled out of the parking lot, Yuki glanced at Suga from behind the wheel, his brow furrowed as if he couldn't understand why Suga was suddenly sweating and looking bluish, like he'd just been chased down by debt collectors.
"The fuck happened in the restroom? Did you break something in there?"
"No… it's—"
Suga buried his face in his hands, aggressively massaging his temples with both palms. He was starting to wonder if that interaction had even really happened or if it was some drunk hallucination. He'd never hallucinated while drunk before though, but well, crazy shit could happen to people when alcohol was involved, right? Maybe everything that had just happened was something he misheard.
No, yeah, he was drunk, but as long as he hadn't gone over his limit, Suga could still be aware of what was real. He wasn't the type of guy who got wasted easily!
Still, he couldn't believe it. Zion Hughes. That Zion Hughes, the medical student, had just asked him to have sex.
