“I’m going to go get us some drinks,” Changbin grumbled before he briskly walked away.
He’d been acting so weird all night.
Right?
You considered where this could’ve started.
Earlier that night, just after sundown, you’d picked Changbin up from his humble apartment. This wasn’t out of the ordinary, so it couldn’t have been that. In fact, Changbin loved riding in your car when you took it out. He was even excited to finally see you all dressed up for the gallery opening.
“So you chose this dress after all,” he’d beamed as he followed you back to your car. You were glad. You’d stressed about which dress to finally go with before Changbin had hinted he liked this slinky green number with the cheeky slit up your leg. He looked amazing as well, dark hair pushed back and foregoing a formal suit jacket for a soft cardigan. It drove you wild, seeing the soft tone of his biceps in that cardigan.
The car ride itself was nice, except for when you did try to hold Changbin’s hand. As usual, he gave it a squeeze and promptly let go. You considered it slow progress; this time he smoothed his thumb over the back of your hand before he relinquished you.
