⤿ woomin + hani › @soundtrck .
watches the crowd drift toward the entrance as if pulled by an invisible current, the spotlight she usually occupies shifting toward a man she does not recognize.. for a long second, she wonders if he is someone’s arm candy, just another generic fixture of high - society rot. then her friend leans in, whispers a name, and the past hits her like a physical blow. the boy she actively participated in humiliating. apparently, he just needed muscle to look... decent. she scoffs, the sound sharp and amused, cutting through the bass of the music. the irony is a bitter pill she finds delicious. she steps into his path, blocking his route to the bar, and tilts her chin up to meet his eyes.
“ wow, look at you wormin, ” she says. the old nickname surfacing easily. she does not hide the way her gaze travels from his polished shoes to the line of his jaw, shamelessly checking him out as if he were an item on a menu. “ didn't know you had all of that in you. ” she expects him to flush, to fumble, to remember the basement hierarchy where she stood at the peak and he sat at the bottom. there is no doubt in her mind that he is still that same frightened creature underneath the veneer of his current success. “ do you want to get me a drink ? ”
