𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 ﾒ𝟶ﾒ𝟶 [ɴᴀʜʏᴜᴄᴋ]

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Jaemin had always been the quiet, introspective type. Tall and slender, with sharp features softened by a gentle demeanor, he had an air of calm about him that made people feel at ease. His dark eyes were often filled with a thoughtful, almost dreamy look, as if he were constantly lost in a world of his own. Despite his reserved nature, Jaemin was incredibly observant, always noticing the little things about people that others might miss. His intelligence and empathy made him a natural confidant, and his friends often sought his advice on various matters.

Haechan, on the other hand, was Jaemin's complete opposite. Bursting with energy and charisma, Haechan was the life of any room he entered. Slightly shorter than Jaemin, with a lean, athletic build, he had an infectious smile that could light up anyone's day. His eyes sparkled with mischief, and he had a knack for making people laugh, often teasing Jaemin with playful banter. Haechan's adventurous spirit and fearless nature drew people to him, and he thrived on being the center of attention. One of his more noticeable habits was his love for vaping, a habit he picked up at 17 and carried into his university years. His favorite flavor was strawberry ice, and it had become a part of his signature persona.

Despite their contrasting personalities, Jaemin and Haechan had been inseparable since childhood. They balanced each other perfectly: Jaemin's calmness tempered Haechan's impulsiveness, while Haechan's liveliness brought Jaemin out of his shell. Their friendship was a testament to the saying that opposites attract, and their bond only grew stronger as they navigated the challenges of university life together.

Their group of friends at Seoul University was as diverse as it was tight-knit. Mark, the unofficial leader, was a charismatic and driven student with a knack for organizing and motivating the group. Jeno, a laid-back yet hardworking guy, often found himself caught between Mark's plans and his own desire for a more relaxed approach to life. Chenle and Jisung, the youngest of the group, brought a youthful energy and humor that kept everyone entertained. Renjun, the sarcastic and witty one, had a sharp tongue but a heart of gold, always ready to support his friends when needed.

University life was a whirlwind of lectures, study sessions, and social events. The group spent their days attending classes, gathering in the cafeteria for lunch, and hanging out in the university courtyard between lectures. They were often seen sprawled out on the grass, debating over the latest campus news or planning their next big adventure. Evenings were typically reserved for more relaxed activities, like gaming nights at Haechan's house or going out to clubs.

Haechan's habit of vaping was a constant presence, much to the amusement and occasional concern of his friends. He was rarely seen without his sleek vape pen, often taking a quick puff between classes or during their breaks. The sweet, icy scent of strawberry ice had become synonymous with Haechan himself, a familiar and oddly comforting aroma that lingered in the air around him.

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They settled down at their usual table in the cafeteria, Jaemin watched as Haechan pulled out his vape pen. The familiar sight of Haechan taking a deep drag and exhaling a cloud of strawberry ice vapor was both comforting and strangely captivating.

❝You and that vape,❞ Renjun commented, shaking his head with a smile. ❝I swear, you're addicted.❞

Haechan winked at him, blowing a playful puff of vapor in Renjun's direction. ❝It's my one vice. Well, that and teasing Jaemin.❞

Jaemin rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress a smile. ❝Oh, please. You love it when I tease you back.❞

Their friends laughed, used to their flirty banter. It was part of what made Jaemin and Haechan's friendship so unique-they were always on the edge of something more, a line they danced around but had never crossed.

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After lunch, the group dispersed to their respective classes, with Jaemin and Haechan heading to their shared psychology lecture. They took their usual seats at the back of the lecture hall, where they could chat without disturbing the rest of the class.

Halfway through the lecture, Haechan leaned over and whispered, ❝Hey, let's hang out at my place after this. I got a new game I want to show you.❞

Jaemin nodded, his curiosity piqued. ❝Sounds good. Your place it is.❞

Once their classes were done for the day, Jaemin and Haechan made their way to Haechan's house. It was a familiar second home for Jaemin, filled with countless memories of sleepovers, late-night gaming sessions, and heart-to-heart conversations.

They settled into Haechan's room, where posters of their favorite bands adorned the walls and the faint scent of strawberry ice lingered in the air. Haechan grabbed his vape pen from the bedside table, taking a long drag before exhaling slowly.

Jaemin had always been fascinated by Haechan's habit of vaping, but today, that fascination felt different, charged with an intensity he hadn't felt before. As they settled into Haechan's room, Jaemin found himself unable to look away from his best friend. The familiar motion drawing Jaemin's full attention.

Haechan's fingers wrapped around the vape pen with a practiced ease, his movements fluid and graceful. He brought it to his lips, and Jaemin's eyes followed every motion. There was something almost hypnotic about the way Haechan vaped, each step deliberate and measured. Haechan's lips parted slightly to take the mouthpiece in, and he drew in a deep, slow breath.

Jaemin's gaze fixated on Haechan's mouth, the way his lips curled softly around the pen. He could see the subtle shift in Haechan's expression, the way his eyes half-closed in a mix of concentration and contentment. The moment seemed to stretch, every detail magnified-the gentle rise and fall of Haechan's chest, the faint sound of the vaporizer as it activated, the glimmer of moisture on Haechan's lips.

Then Haechan exhaled, and a thick cloud of strawberry ice vapor spilled from his mouth. The sweet, icy scent filled the room, wrapping around Jaemin like a tangible presence. The vapor curled and danced in the air, catching the light from the window and creating an ethereal, almost dreamlike effect.

Haechan's eyes met Jaemin's, and for a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. There was a mischievous glint in Haechan's gaze, as if he knew exactly the effect he was having on Jaemin. He exhaled the last of the vapor, his lips curling into a seductive smile.

Jaemin's pulse quickened, his senses heightened by the intimate atmosphere. Every movement Haechan made seemed deliberate, a silent invitation that Jaemin could not ignore. Haechan took another drag, slower this time, his eyes never leaving Jaemin's. The air between them felt charged, electric with unspoken desires.

As Haechan exhaled again, the sweet vapor enveloped Jaemin, and he could almost taste the strawberry ice on his own lips. Haechan's proximity, the scent, and the way his friend's lips moved-all of it was intoxicating. Jaemin's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through him.

Haechan leaned back slightly, the vape pen still in his hand, and cocked his head to the side, studying Jaemin with a knowing smile. ❝Enjoying the show?❞ he teased, his voice a low murmur that sent a shiver down Jaemin's spine.

Jaemin swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. He didn't trust his voice, so he simply nodded, his eyes never leaving Haechan's lips. The air between them was thick with tension, and Jaemin felt a boldness he had never experienced before.

❝Haechan,❞ Jaemin began, his voice barely above a whisper, ❝I want to taste you, feel your lips on mine.❞

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