Zion stood in silence, eyes fixed on Suga's face as though searching for the meaning hidden between his words. The longer that steady gaze lingered, the more Suga's nerves unraveled, until instinct made him release Zion's wrist.
He scrambled for some excuse, anything to ease the awkwardness, only for Zion to step closer, catching his wrist again with an easy grip and a faint smile.
"Did I hear that wrong? Say it again."
"That…"
Suga's mind blanked. The moment Zion asked him to repeat it, the heat of embarrassment surged back twice as strong.
"Cute," Zion murmured, lips tugging in amusement. "Your whole body's gone red, even down to your chest. Say it again."
