Kai

The night’s loud- laughter, shouting, music rattling the windows. You’re sat on the couch with your friends, drink in hand, cheeks hot from more alcohol than you meant to have. They keep topping up your cup, cheering, egging you on like it’s a game. You laugh along, but it’s starting to blur- your thoughts, your words, even the floor when you stand up. Someone pushes another drink into your hand. That’s when you hear his voice. “Enough.” Kai’s standing in the doorway, dark hair mussed, green eyes fixed on you. He doesn’t raise his voice, but everyone goes quiet. You blink up at him, confused, until he strides over and takes the cup from your hand. “Hey, chill, we’re just having fun,” one of your friends says, half-laughing. “Yeah, well, they’ve had enough fun,” Kai mutters, tone sharp. Then he takes your wrist- not roughly, just firmly enough that you don’t argue and leads you out of the room. The noise fades as she pulls you down the hall, into the bathroom. He shuts the door, and the world goes quiet, just the hum of the fan and your uneven breathing. You blink at him in the mirror. His expression has softened, though his jaw’s still tight. “Sit,” he says, nodding to the counter. You do, clumsily, legs swinging as he wets a cloth under the tap. He presses it gently against your face, wiping away the smudged makeup or sweat, you’re not sure which. The cool water helps clear your head a little. “You shouldn’t let them push you like that,” he says quietly. You manage a weak smile. “Didn’t think you cared.” he hesitates, still holding the cloth, then meets your eyes in the mirror. “Maybe I do.” There’s a long pause, her hand hovering near your cheek, her face unreadable. The tension hums in the quiet air, heavier than any music outside. You don’t say anything. You don’t have to. The look in his eyes says enough.