Daybreak [Weak Hero] Alex Go X Reader X Wolf Keum

8. Moth and the Light

A/N: I'm sorry I've been gone everyone! School's been kicking my ass but I'm nearly done kicking it's ass back so I'm here again with hot spicy content. Please enjoy!

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The billiards room was a simple room lined with tables and a few dartboards, nearly empty save for a gaggle of drunk high school boys messing around by the bottom of the stairs.

You gulped upon feeling their gazes on you, though the staring was quickly dispersed when Wolf appeared beside you, hand still encasing yours with a blasé look thrown in their direction.

He releases your hand to skim the edge of the table, fingers dragging against polished wood and aged green suede.

"Are you any good?" He asks, surveying the wall of cues.

"Not particularly, I've only ever seen this on television. I hope you weren't looking forwards to a challenge."

He clicks his tongue and grabs two cue sticks, a hint of a shrug gracing his broad shoulders. "Expected as much. We can start with the basics."

You take the cue from him with both hands and watch as he sets up the table, taking in the way his blazer stretches over his back when he leans over, the way his shoes squeak a bit against the tile flooring.

"When you first strike, hold the cue with your dominant hand right at the base. This allows more control over the direction you'll shoot."

He shows you with his own cue and you mimic him, earning a nod of approval.

"Take your other hand and place it on the table like this."

Wolf bends a bit at the hip, placing his hand flat on the pool table and then raising his palm slightly, splaying his fingers and quirking up a thumb gracefully.

He looks at you expectantly, eyes twinkling like amber jewels despite the façade of boredom he presented on his face.

You feel your hands grow clammy watching him, rubbing your fingers against your palms to get blood flowing.

"...Alright, I can try."

You place a hand flat on the table and pause, feeling Wolf's stare on your hand, then your face. Ignoring the burning sensation rising in your cheeks, you pick your palm off the table and leave your fingertips grazing the soft material adorning it.

Your hand begins to tremble and you swallow thickly, hair falling into your gaze. You steady yourself, inhaling then exhaling, feeling tremors reduce with each breath.

"Thumb up."

His voice cuts through the air like an arrow and you nod to acknowledge him, slowly raising a thumb upwards and hoping he'll ease off on the staring. It gets halfway there before your form collapses, hand falling flat onto the table.

You glance at Wolf and see that he's still waiting, hip propped against the pool table and creasing his greyish school slacks slightly.

"Let me try again."

You go through the whole process twice more but your hand falls limp each time you raise your thumb. The hand holding the cue stick feels a bit sore so you place it against the table, earning a strange look from Wolf.

Your eyes travel upwards to meet his, dispelling the look of confusion with a nervous chuckle.

"Haha sorry, I kind of suck at this."

You can feel your jaw tense when you give it another attempt and the same thing happens, shame burning into your face and spreading to the tips of your ears.