Ohm
The worst part was that I actually considered leaving.
Like I stood there in his doorway, keys still in my hand, body half turned already, and for a second it felt easier to just say goodnight and walk away like this was nothing, like he was nothing, like I didn't just carry him upstairs because his legs wouldn't stop shaking.
Sunoo stared at me, head tilted, waiting.
"You coming in or what?" he said again, softer this time.
I let out a breath and rubbed the back of my neck. "You should sleep."
"Oh my god," he blinked, then let out this short laugh like I just said the dumbest thing alive, "you drag me all the way up here, manhandle me in front of my neighbors, and now you want to act like a gentleman at the door?"
"I didn't say that."
"Then what are you saying?" he stepped back a little, giving me space like he was daring me to leave, "because if you're leaving just say it, don't stand there looking confused like you lost your brain somewhere in my apartment hallway."
