The sun filtered through the half-drawn curtains, warm light spilling onto the room's wooden floors. Dino groaned as he stirred, his body aching as if he'd fought a battle in his sleep.

When he opened his eyes, the unfamiliar surroundings jolted him upright. This wasn't his bed. His shirt was missing, and his hair was a mess of golden strands falling haphazardly over his face. The events of the previous night were a blur—scattered images, the taste of wine on his lips, and the faint scent of perfume lingering in the air.

As Dino sat up, something caught his eye in the mirror across the room. Dark marks trailed down his neck, a trail of evidence that made his stomach churn.

"Shit," he muttered, scrambling out of bed. He found his shirt draped over a nearby chair and hastily pulled it on, covering the marks as if hiding them could erase what had happened.

He didn't want to think about it. He didn't even know how it had happened, but the guilt weighed on him like a stone.

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By the time Dino arrived home that evening, his heart was pounding in his chest. He opened the door, stepping inside hesitantly, as if he were an intruder in his own house.

Hibari stood in the living room, a suitcase on the floor beside him. His movements were sharp and deliberate as he packed his belongings, the tension in the air almost suffocating.

Dino froze, the sight sending a jolt of panic through him. "Kyoya?" he called softly, his voice shaky.

Hibari didn't look up. "I'm leaving," he said coldly, his tone as sharp as the edge of a blade.

Panic shot through Dino. "Wait, Kyoya. What—what are you talking about?" He stepped closer, his voice thick with desperation.

"You know exactly why," Hibari said simply.

Dino flinched, the words hitting him harder than any physical blow. "I don't…" he trailed off, his voice faltering. He didn't know—at least, not fully. He couldn't explain the woman, the kiss, the way his body had betrayed him. But he also couldn't deny that it had happened.

Hibari zipped the suitcase with a deliberate motion before finally turning to face Dino. His storm-gray eyes flicked to Dino's neck, and his lips curled in disgust.

"Disgusting," he said, his voice low but venomous.

Dino flinched, instinctively raising a hand to his neck as if to hide the marks. "Kyoya, it's not— I didn't mean—" Dino began, but Hibari cut him off with a glare.

"You didn't mean to kiss her?" Hibari's voice was icy. "Or you didn't mean for me to see?"

Dino's chest tightened. "It wasn't like that," he said weakly, though even he wasn't sure what it was like.

Hibari didn't reply. Instead, he grabbed his suitcase and moved past Dino toward the door. As he passed, his shoulder slammed into Dino's with intentional force, a silent message that said far more than words ever could.

Dino stood there, frozen, his hands limp at his sides. He wanted to shout, to grab Hibari and beg him to stay. But his body wouldn't move, and his voice wouldn't come.

In his mind, he screamed, Kyoya, don't go! Please!

The sound of the front door slamming shut snapped him out of his daze. Dino flinched, the echo of the door reverberating through the empty house.

For a long moment, he stood there in silence, his mind a chaotic swirl of emotions—confusion, guilt, despair.

Then his phone buzzed in his pocket, the sudden noise making him flinch.

With trembling hands, he pulled it out and stared at the screen. The name on the display sent a chill down his spine.

It was her. The woman from the party.

Dino's stomach dropped as realization hit him. He didn't save her number. She must have added herself into his contacts.

Her name flashed on the screen, mocking him, a cruel reminder of everything that had gone wrong.

Dino stared at the screen, his pulse hammering in his ears.

He didn't answer.