Meet Jeong and Won, two talented idols who have always shared a special bond on and off stage. Little do their fans know, their friendship has blossomed into something more.
As they spend more time together, their feelings deepen, and they find them...
Jeong ran a hand through his already messy hair. Won's laughter echoed faintly from downstairs, a bittersweet melody that tugged at his heart. Jeong groaned, burying his face in a throw pillow. They were definitely past the friend stage. Friends didn't kiss like that, with a yearning that felt both new and strangely familiar. Friends didn't linger in stolen touches, or make his stomach erupt with butterflies just by catching Won's gaze across a crowded room.
"This is ridiculous," he muttered, the frustration bubbling over. Everything with Won felt so right, so effortless, except for this one, looming question mark. He yearned for the clarity of a label, a definition. "What are we?" he whispered into the pillow.
He wouldn't let the fear of ruining their bond hold him back any longer. He stood up and grabbed his phone.
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After the members left and went to their respective rooms, he glanced at Won across the table.
"Hyung," Won's voice was soft, laced with concern. "Everything alright?"
Jeong took a deep breath. "Won," he began, his voice thick with a nervousness he hadn't anticipated. "We... we need to talk about this."
Won's smile faltered completely, replaced by a question in his eyes. "This?"
"Us," Jeong blurted out. "What are we?"
He flushed, the question hanging heavy in the air. Won's expression morphed into a mix of surprise and a flicker of something Jeong couldn't quite decipher.
"Well," he started hesitantly, "I thought we were friends."
Jeong's brow furrowed. "Friends?" he echoed, gesturing between them. "Friends don't kiss like that. Friends don't do French kiss"
"Ohmy God, hyung. Keep your voice low." Won bit his lip, a blush creeping up his cheeks. "Maybe not," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper.
A sliver of hope pierced through Jeong's unease. "Maybe not," he agreed, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "So..." he trailed off, leaving the question hanging.
Won met his gaze. "So, what do you want us to be, Jeong-hyungssi?"
Jeong's heart hammered in his chest. This was his chance, a chance to define their connection, whatever it might be. He took a deep breath as his focus narrowed to Won.
"I," he began, his voice gaining strength, "I want us to figure it out together. But one thing's for sure, I don't want to keep things like this. I want something real with you, Won."
A slow smile spread across Won's face, his eyes sparkling with a newfound clarity but suddenly he shifted to a serious face. "No hyung, let's just stay this way. I am not yet ready to level up the relationship we have."
Disbelief and disappointed face can be visibly seen on Jeong's face. He felt sharp needles strung his heart. He smiled fakely, I- I understand Won. Let's just stay this way."
"It'sfine right? Hae-won asked.
"Of course, Kitty! Anyway, let's go back to our room..it's already 2am and we need to get up for our practice later. Good night Won. I'll go ahead first."
Jeong, didn't wait for Won's response and turn his back going upstairs. His eyes are getting misty.
Shit, maybe I said too much. He looked at the back of Jeong while walking towards the stairs. Good night hyung.
