San and Wooyoung have been inseparable best friends for as long as they can remember, their lives intertwined through high school rebellions and the pursuit of their shared dreams.
But what happens when unspoken feelings start to surface; they say...
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cradled his face, giving him a final, passionate kiss that pressed him gently against the wall. He responded with equal fervor, and when I finally pulled away, leaving a space between us, there was a shared anticipation in the air.
I moved over to the bed and sat down, the tension from our moment by the wall slowly ebbing away. San followed, crawling onto the bed to lie down, a comfortable presence as our favorite series began to play in the background.
He opened the covers, inviting me to join him. I settled next to him, enveloped by the warmth of the bed and his company. As we watched the screen, I was acutely aware of his proximity, a silent acknowledgment of the connection we shared.
His whisper was barely audible, a confession hanging delicately in the air, "I want to try with you." My head snapped toward him, eyes wide with a blend of astonishment and the dawning of understanding.
"With me?" My voice was a soft mirror of his vulnerability, tender in the quiet space between us. I watched, holding my breath, as his eyes met mine. They held a depth of sincerity, an earnestness that resonated with something deep inside me.
San's nod was slow, almost hesitant, but the determination behind it was unmistakable. "Yes, with you," he affirmed, his voice gaining strength. "I can't imagine it with anyone else."
A current of warmth rushed through me at his words, mingling with a surge of protective affection. I reached out, my hand finding his, fingers intertwining as if to physically manifest the emotional connection that was swiftly deepening.
"In that case," I began, my own uncertainty fading into a growing confidence, "we'll take it slow. We'll make sure it's right for both of us."
He nodded softly, his lips meeting mine in a gentle affirmation. When he pulled back slightly, a playful smile graced his features, and he leaned in to plant a series of light kisses that trailed from my jaw to that spot on my neck that always sent shivers down my spine.
"What if it feels perfect now..." he murmured against my skin, his breath warm and his words a whisper that seemed to resonate with the beat of my heart.
I laughed quietly, my fingers weaving through his hair, a playful warning in my tone. "Don't start something you're not ready to finish, San," I said, a smile in my voice as much as a challenge.
His response was a soft chuckle, and I felt the vibration against the curve of my neck. "I wouldn't dream of it," he replied, the mirth evident in his tone.
We lay there for a moment, caught in the delicate balance of humor and the burgeoning depth of our connection. His gaze met mine, full of an unspoken understanding that seemed to transcend words. It was a look that spoke of the journey we were embarking upon, filled with both excitement and a hint of uncertainty.
