Pov: Sun Suwannasuk Sawannakul
The lights blur.
Neon spills across the room, music hitting too loud, too fast. The floor tilts under my feet, and for once—
I'm not the one in control.
I'm Sun Suwannasuk Sawannakul.
I don't lose control.
I don't lose anything.
But tonight… something slipped.
Maybe the rhythm. Maybe the script.
Maybe her.
Someone's laughing against me, hands pulling me back into the crowd like I belong here. I laugh too, easy, careless—like I always do.
Like nothing's wrong.
It is.
Because through the flashing lights—
I see him.
Tee.
Of all people.
Standing there, completely still in a room that won't stop moving. His eyes find mine, sharp and steady, like he's been watching longer than I want to admit.
Like he knows.
He shouldn't be here.
He shouldn't care.
Moon's face flickers in my mind for a second—quiet, distant, untouched by this mess.
Good.
She should stay that way.
"Let's go," Tee says.
Not loud. Not dramatic.
Certain.
I let out a breath that almost sounds like a laugh. "You planning to drag me now?"
I pull my arm back.
I don't follow orders. Not his.
I turn away instead, back to the noise, the lights, the distraction. Something familiar. Something safe.
Anything that isn't him.
But his grip tightens.
Not enough to hurt.
Just enough that I can't ignore it.
"Sun."
My name, low and controlled.
And that's worse.
For a second, everything feels too loud. Too close.
Then—
Nothing.
No music. No crowd.
Just him.
His lips crash into mine.
Wrong.
Sudden.
Infuriating.
I should push him away.
I don't.
For a heartbeat, I freeze.
Then I kiss him back.
And that's when everything actually breaks.
The crowd erupts around us, but it feels distant. Like I'm watching it happen to someone else.
Because all I can think is—
How did it come to this?
Me.
Like this.
With him.
The one person I was supposed to hate.
When did this stop being a rivalry?
When did he become the only one who could pull me out—
or drag me under?
And somewhere in the back of my mind, quieter than it should be—
Moon.
Because if this is where I end up…
Then this isn't just a mistake.
It's the beginning of something I won't be able to fix.
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