Jealousy ...?

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Sungchan had just returned from the gym, feeling a bit restless with the promotional activities, plus back from his family vacation over. As he strolled through the dormitory hallway, his thoughts drifted to Shotaro, his roommate and lover. With a mischievous grin, he decided to pay Shotaro a visit, as he often did when boredom struck.

Quietly slipping into Shotaro's room, Sungchan's heart skipped a beat at the sight before him. Shotaro lay peacefully on his bed, shirt partially open, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his toned physique. Sungchan couldn't help but admire the sight, feeling a rush of affection for the man he held dear.

Carefully, Sungchan approached, gently closing Shotaro's shirt to shield him from the cool air. With a soft smile, he settled beside him, tucking the covers snugly around Shotaro's form. Shotaro stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open to meet Sungchan's gaze.

"Hey, you're back," Shotaro murmured, a warm smile gracing his lips as he pulled Sungchan into a tender embrace. "Missed you."

Sungchan returned the embrace, pressing a soft kiss to Shotaro's forehead. "I missed you too," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

As they lay together in the quiet of their dorm room, Sungchan couldn't shake the weight of his thoughts. Despite the warmth of Shotaro's embrace, a nagging sense of frustration gnawed at him. He couldn't help but feel disheartened by the assumptions made by fans through the X app, interpreting his occasional bouts of jealousy as a sign of distance between him and Shotaro.

Sungchan sighed softly, burying his face against Shotaro's chest as he struggled to articulate his feelings. "I hate it," he murmured, his voice muffled by the fabric of Shotaro's shirt. "I hate how people assume things about us because of what they see or don't see."

Shotaro's arms tightened around Sungchan, offering silent comfort and understanding. "I know, Sungchan," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Sungchan's head. "But what matters is how we feel about each other, not what others think."

Sungchan nodded against Shotaro's chest, a sense of gratitude washing over him for the unwavering support he found in his lover. "I just wish... I wish they could see us the way we truly are," he admitted, his voice tinged with longing.

Shotaro's fingers gently threaded through Sungchan's hair, his touch soothing. "They will, in time," he reassured, his tone filled with quiet confidence. "Our love is real, and nothing can change that."

Feeling a surge of affection for Shotaro, Sungchan hugged him tightly, reveling in the warmth of their embrace. As Shotaro drifted back into peaceful slumber, Sungchan hummed softly, the melody a silent declaration of his love for the man beside him.

As Shotaro's reassuring words calmed Sungchan's mind, a mischievous glint sparked in his eyes. With a playful grin, his hands began to wander beneath Shotaro's shirt, tracing teasing patterns along his lover's back. Shotaro's breath hitched at the unexpected touch, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he surrendered to Sungchan's playful antics.

"Someone's feeling naughty in broad daylight," Shotaro teased, his voice laced with amusement as he shifted slightly in Sungchan's embrace. He couldn't help but be intrigued by Sungchan's playful mood.