It had been an hour since Sunoo had calmed down. His breathing was steadier now, and the tension in his body had slowly dissipated. Who wouldn't be? After everything that had happened, it was hard to stay upset for too long. Ni-ki had been patient with him, letting Sunoo borrow his phone and play some Roblox obby games. It was a simple distraction, but for Sunoo, it was a welcome one. He didn't know how else to feel at this moment, so losing himself in the game seemed like a good way to forget, even just for a little while.
Ni-ki, too, didn't know exactly how to help him. He just wanted to be close to Sun0o, to offer comfort in his own way. He liked the way things felt right now-close. Their bodies were touching, leaving no gap between them, the warmth of Sunoo's side against him making him feel oddly content, though the situation was anything but simple.
Sunoo was too engrossed in his game to notice the small moments that lingered between them. His smile had returned, the excitement of the game lighting up his face. Ni-ki watched him, transfixed by the way Sunoo's eyes lit up when he scored a point or made a successful jump. Ni-ki found himself fascinated by the way Sunoo's lips curled into that cute, fox-like smile. It was almost too much to bear.
But then, his gaze drifted lower, landing on the soft skin of Sunoo's neck. The milky smoothness of it seemed to pull him in. Ni-ki's breath caught, and without thinking, he moved closer. His face hovered just behind Sunoo's, so close that he Could almost taste the air between them. He sniffed the familiar scent of Sunoo, clean and comforting, like something soft and innocent. Ni-ki's mind raced. The older had no idea how badly his scent was affecting him. It was intoxicating.
Sunoo, focused on his game, suddenly felt a warmth against his neck. The feeling made him shift uncomfortably, his brow furrowing slightly as the tickle from Ni-ki's closeness reached him. He turned his head and froze, eyes wide with shock. The space between them had closed without him noticing, and now, Ni-ki's face was far too close. His breath was warm against Sunoo's skin, and before he could process what was happening, Ni-ki's gaze was locked on his lips, studying them with an intensity that made Sunoo's heart race.
The older froze, his body tensing. He stared at Ni-ki with a mix of fear and Confusion. He didn't know what to do. The sudden closeness unnerved him. His pulse quickened as Ni-ki leaned in even more, his hand now gripping Sunoo's waist, pulling him in just a little too close.
"Ni-ki... w-what are you doing?" Sunoo stammered, his voice trembling as he instinctively tried to push the younger off. But Ni-ki didn't budge. He didn't seem bothered by Sunoo's resistance. Instead, he closed the gap even more, pressing his lips against Sunoo's neck, inhaling deeply.
Sunoo's breath hitched, the sensation of Ni-ki's hands on his body making him feel increasingly trapped. His body trembled. Why is this happening? he thought desperately. But all he could do was whimper, his voice barely audible. "Ni-ki, stop.."
Ni-ki groaned in response, his grip tightening around Sunoo's waist, fingers digging into his skin. He didn't pull away; instead, he pressed harder against Sunoo, forcing him to stay in place, unable to escape. The older's pulse was a frantic drumbeat in his chest, his breath shallow, his hands trembling as he tried to push Ni-ki off.
"What's wrong?" Ni-ki whispered against Sunoo's neck, his voice low, almost mocking. His hands slid under Sunoo's shirt, feeling the smoothness of his skin. It was almost too much for Sunoo to process. He wanted to Scream, to fight back, but his body felt frozen in place.
"Stop, Ni-ki..." Sunoo gasped, his face flushed, his mind in turmoil. He didn't know what was happening or why this was happening, but his body knew he didn't want this. He pushed harder against Ni-ki's chest, but the younger didn't seem to care. His actions were relentless.

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Left Out Friend
FanfictionSunoo was always the outsider in his group, no matter how hard he tried to belong. Despite his warmth and kindness, he seemed destined to stand alone. But why did his members treat him this way? Was it jealousy? Hatred? Or something far more siniste...