Chapter 126 126: One Dare Too Far
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"You've gotta be kidding me," Wong said, dropping two glasses on the table.
"I wish I was," Baby grabbed one and gulped it down.
"Yeah... I wish so, too," Cam said, sliding in beside Baby on the booth.
The music was loud, just enough to set the tone for the nightclub.
Wong chuckled, "Kross sure has a rotten brain. Because, tell me why he would ever approach you after literally killing you," he said, shaking his head.
"The bastard needs to be taught more of Cam's lesson," Rode suggested, crossing his legs.
Wong nodded, "I agree. Do you need us to ambush him?" he asked.
Baby shook his head, "You don't have to. He'll never walk up to me again. I pulled the amnesia card on him," he explained.
Rode snorted, "If it's still the same jerk I knew a year ago... you're about to see him more often than you see yourself in a mirror," he spoke calmly, sipping his drink.
Baby glanced at Cam, "He won't. He has nothing to talk to me about. Would he really try to narrate how he crushed my heart?" he questioned.
"I've got an idea," Rode suddenly called the table.
Everyone snapped their head toward him.
"No," they chorused.
Rode sighed, "Come on, guys, hear me out—"
"We've been hearing you out for a long time, and the answer is still no. Baby doesn't need a pretend boyfriend," Cam stated.
"Yeah, he already has Oliver," Wong winked at Baby.
Baby scoffed, "Guys, chill, you know how it is—"
"Did someone say my name?" Oliver suddenly spoke behind Baby, his black leather jacket making him look dangerously expensive.
Baby groaned, "No. No one said your name. You definitely misheard," he murmured.
"Oh? But I'm sure I heard them pairing us together..." He walked around to stand beside the booth to sit on Baby's side.
"Here we go again," Rode muttered, rolling his eyes.
"Jealous?" Oliver asked, kissing Baby's cheek as he smirked at Rode.
Baby wiped his cheek, "Seriously, you gotta stop acting like my boyfriend. A lot of people already believe it," he sighed.
"Fake it until you make it, right?" he winked at Baby.
"Keep trying, then. Might as well take you a lifetime," Baby shrugged.
Oliver was about to reply when Cam's words interrupted him.
"A certain Saint came to pay homage," Cam said easily, smiling as he saw the pause on Oliver's face.
Slowly, Oliver turned to face Baby, "Is this true?"
Baby shrugged, "Mhmm."
"And you never thought to tell me?" Oliver questioned, his voice lowering in disappointment.
Baby scoffed, "I don't owe you my daily report, Oliver. Don't push it—"
"That's not how I meant it," Oliver's hand slid over to Baby's knee, placing it gently there.
"Everyone at this table knows how much I care about you. And they understand that I'll never push anything on you. I want you to understand that, too. I'm just worried and need to be able to help you in the best, efficient way I can... not like the last time—"
"Alright, alright, alright, I get it," Baby placed a finger on Oliver's lips. "I hear you, lover boy. I'll let you know if anything happens," he murmured close to Oliver's lips, smirking as he saw the way Oliver's eyes darkened by his proximity.
He smiled and moved away.
Once upon a time, another's eyes used to be filled with a heat that surpassed Oliver's.
But that was... once upon a time...
"Eww, who is in for something fun?" Rode slammed his hand on the table, breaking the spell between Baby and Oliver.
"You know I'm always down... if he is," Oliver glanced at Baby.
Baby nodded, "I left the condo for a reason tonight. Let's not waste the night," he said.
"Great, then... tonight, we'll play my favourite game—"
"But we did truth or dare the last time," Cam groaned. "And I always end up getting drunk," he muttered.
"Cheer up, pretty boy. You don't have to get drunk if you do what you're asked," Baby poked Cam's cheek.
"Get your hands off me," Cam slapped Baby's hand away.
"Yo!" Wong waved at the bartender.
"Usual, Wong?" she asked from behind the counter.
"Yes, princess, double!" Wong replied.
"What?" Wong asked as he saw Rode looking at him in disapproval.
"Did you really have to shout?" Rode questioned.
"I always shout," Wong wiggled his brows.
"Your drinks, hotties," the bartender arrived with trays of poured shots.
"I'll go first," Baby excitedly grabbed an empty bottle and spun it.
Wong.
"Ah, the Asian man," Baby smiled. "Truth or dare?"
Wong leaned over the table, "Truth, always truth. Unlike y'all, man has no secrets," he replied smugly.
Baby nodded slowly, "Do your parents truly support the LGBTQ+ community, or you just don't want them to look bad like most of our parents?" he asked slowly.
Wong chuckled, "I thought I was being clear enough? I'll be honest. My parents still are bi... my sister is a lesbian. We're a complete LGBTQ+ family. Wanna ring my papa and ask him yourself?" He was already pulling out his phone to call his dad.
Baby groaned immediately, reaching over the table to snatch Wong's phone.
"No—no, don't call your dad! I believe you!" he said, shoving the phone back into Wong's chest.
Wong burst out laughing, nearly spilling his drink. "See? You doubted me."
"I didn't doubt you, I just don't need family verification at midnight in a club," Baby muttered, rolling his eyes.
"Alright, my turn," Wong said, grabbing the bottle and spinning it.
The glass spun wildly before slowing—
Cam.
"Ah," Wong grinned, leaning back. "My favourite victim."
Cam narrowed his eyes. "Don't start."
"Truth or dare?"
Cam hesitated.
Everyone leaned in.
"…Truth," he said finally.
A chorus of groans filled the table.
"BORING!" Rode snapped.
"You always pick truth!" Wong complained.
"Because I like living!" Cam shot back.
Wong smirked. "Fine. Truth… when was the last time you actually got laid?"
Cam choked on his drink, "WHAT?" he coughed, eyes widening.
"Answer the question," Wong said, folding his arms.
Cam wiped his mouth, glaring. "…None of your business."
"That means it's been long," Rode nodded knowingly.
"Very long," Wong added.
"Extremely long," Baby smirked.
Cam groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "You're all disgusting."
"Drink," Wong pushed a shot toward him.
Cam stared at it.
Then downed it in one go.
"Good boy," Baby teased.
"Shut up," Cam glared.
"Again," Wong spun the bottle.
This time—
Cam.
The table erupted.
"NO WAY!" Rode slammed his hand on the table.
Cam looked up at the ceiling like he was asking for divine intervention.
"Truth or dare?" Wong asked slowly.
Cam exhaled.
"…Dare."
The table went wild.
"FINALLY!" Baby laughed.
Wong leaned forward, eyes glinting with mischief.
"Alright…" he dragged the word. "I dare you…"
Cam already looked like he regretted his entire life.
"…to kiss the next stranger that walks past our table."
Silence.
Then—
"WHAT?!" Cam shot up from his seat.
"Nope. No. Absolutely not."
"You said dare," Wong shrugged.
"You always back out," Rode added.
"Be a man," Baby smirked.
"I AM a man," Cam snapped.
"Prove it," Baby leaned back, crossing his arms.
"Just do it," Oliver shrugged.
Cam looked around the table.
No support.
No escape.
Just wolves.
"…Fine," he muttered.
"LOUDER," Wong cupped his ear.
"I SAID FINE!" Cam snapped.
"Good," Wong grinned. "Now we wait."
The table went quiet.
Eyes scanning.
Watching.
Waiting.
One person passed.
Too fast.
Another—
Not close enough.
Then—
The door of the club opened.
And someone walked in.
Everything slowed.
Tall.
Dark.
Dressed in effortless power—black coat, sharp lines, presence that didn't ask for attention but demanded it anyway.
The kind of man that made the room shift without trying.
Even the lights seemed to dim around him.
Baby's eyes flickered briefly.
"…who the hell is that?" he murmured.
Wong leaned forward. "Oh, this is perfect."
Cam followed their gaze.
And immediately regretted every decision he'd made tonight.
"No. No, no, no—NOT him," Cam muttered.
"Go," Baby nudged him.
Cam didn't move.
"Go," Rode echoed.
"GO!" Wong whispered harshly.
Cam swallowed hard.
"Fuck all of you," he muttered.
Then—
He walked.
Each step slower than the last.
Like a man walking to his execution.
The stranger hadn't even noticed him yet.
Or maybe he had…
Because just as Cam stopped in front of him—
Those dark eyes lifted.
Sharp.
Unreadable.
Dangerous.
"…Uh," Cam started.
Great.
Words.
Very helpful.
The man said nothing.
Just watched him.
Waiting.
That alone made Cam's throat go dry.
Behind him, the table was silently losing their minds.
"DO IT!" Wong mouthed aggressively.
Cam squeezed his eyes shut for half a second.
Then—
He grabbed the stranger's collar.
And kissed him.
Quick.
Firm.
Gone in seconds.
He pulled back like he'd just touched fire.
"…Sorry," Cam blurted.
Silence.
The man didn't react immediately.
Didn't move.
Didn't speak.
Then slowly—
His tongue brushed over his lower lip.
Like he was tasting something.
Remembering it.
Cam froze.
Oh.
Oh no.
The man's gaze darkened just slightly.
"Sorry..."
Cam took a step back.
"IT WAS A DARE," he said quickly. "I'M NOT CRAZY."
A pause.
Then—
Cam ran back to the table.
Chaos.
"WHAT WAS THAT?!" Wong shouted.
"WHO IS HE?!" Rode added.
Baby was staring.
Not laughing.
Not teasing.
Just… watching.
Cam walked back slowly.
Sat down.
Picked up a shot.
Drank it.
Another.
Drank it.
Then looked at them.
"…I think I just made a mistake."
Baby smirked faintly.
"Yeah," he said quietly.
"You definitely did."
"And, that, my friends! Is living!" Wong roared.