𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 ﾒ𝟶ﾒ𝟶 [ɴᴀʜʏᴜᴄᴋ]

3 ﾒ𝟶ﾒ𝟶

Jaemin was sitting in a quiet corner of the library, flipping through his notes. His phone buzzed softly on the table, and he glanced at the screen to see a text from

Hyuckie: Meet me in the cubicles. Now.

A thrill shot through Jaemin, a mix of excitement and nervousness. He quickly packed up his things and made his way to the secluded study cubicles on the top floor of the library. The cubicles were a perfect hideaway, often empty and offering just enough privacy for their secret meetings.

When Jaemin arrived, he found Haechan leaning casually against one of the cubicle walls, his lips curling into a smirk as he saw Jaemin approach. Haechan's eyes sparkled with mischief, and Jaemin couldn't help but smile in return.

❝Desperate, are we?❞ Jaemin teased, stepping into the cubicle and closing the door behind him. The small space suddenly felt charged with tension, the walls closing in around them, making every movement and breath feel more intimate.

Haechan shrugged, the smirk never leaving his face. ❝I just couldn't wait any longer,❞ he admitted, his voice low and sultry. He reached out, his fingers brushing against Jaemin's arm, sending a shiver through him.

Jaemin leaned in closer, his eyes locking onto Haechan's lips. ❝Well, here I am,❞ he whispered, his breath mingling with Haechan's. ❝What are you going to do about it?❞

Haechan's eyes darkened with desire, and he didn't hesitate. He grabbed Jaemin's shirt, pulling him in for a deep, hungry kiss. The taste of strawberry ice was faint on Haechan's lips, mingling with the warmth of the kiss and making Jaemin's head spin.

Jaemin responded eagerly, his hands finding their way to Haechan's waist, pulling him closer. The kiss was urgent, filled with the pent-up longing of their brief separation. Haechan's hands roamed Jaemin's back, their touch firm and possessive, making Jaemin's pulse race.

They broke apart for a moment, both gasping for air, their foreheads resting against each other. ❝You really are desperate,❞ Jaemin murmured, his voice breathless but filled with playful teasing.

Haechan chuckled, his hands sliding up to cup Jaemin's face. ❝Can you blame me?❞ he replied, his thumbs gently stroking Jaemin's cheeks. ❝You make it impossible to concentrate on anything else.❞

Jaemin's heart skipped a beat at the sincerity in Haechan's voice. He leaned in again, capturing Haechan's lips in another kiss, this one slower, more tender. The world outside the cubicle ceased to exist, and it was just the two of them, lost in each other.

Haechan's fingers tangled in Jaemin's hair, deepening the kiss, their bodies pressed so close that Jaemin could feel Haechan's heartbeat against his chest. The intensity of the kiss grew, each movement more passionate than the last, their breaths mingling in the small space.

Jaemin's hands roamed over Haechan's back, memorizing every contour, every muscle. He could feel the heat radiating from Haechan's skin, the urgency in his touch, and it made Jaemin's desire burn even brighter.

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, their faces flushed. Haechan rested his forehead against Jaemin's, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. ❝You drive me crazy,❞ Haechan whispered, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and longing.

Jaemin smiled, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on Haechan's back. ❝Good,❞ he replied softly. ❝Because you drive me crazy too.❞

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Jaemin and Haechan's secret meetings continued to add an electrifying thrill to their daily routine, but it didn't take long for their friends to notice the changes. They had become masters at sneaking away, sharing stolen moments in secluded corners of the campus. But their absence during breaks and lunchtime was becoming more and more conspicuous.

Jaemin and Haechan were walking back to the cafeteria after another secret rendezvous. They entered the place and spotted their friends-Mark, Jeno, Chenle, Jisung, and Renjun-already gathered around their usual table.

Mark looked up as they approached, a playful grin spreading across his face. ❝Well, well, look who decided to join us,❞ he teased, his tone light but his eyes curious.

Jaemin smiled sheepishly as he and Haechan slid into the empty seats. ❝Hey, guys,❞ he said, trying to sound casual. ❝Sorry, we got caught up with some stuff.❞

Jeno raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. ❝Caught up with what? You two have been disappearing a lot lately.❞

Chenle, never one to miss an opportunity to tease, leaned forward with a mischievous glint in his eye. ❝Yeah, seriously. What have you guys been up to? You don't even sit with us during breaks anymore.❞

Haechan chuckled, but there was a nervous edge to it. ❝Just, you know, studying. Trying to keep up with all the assignments and stuff.❞

Renjun wasn't buying it. He crossed his arms and gave them both a skeptical look. ❝Studying? Really? You two? Since when are you that dedicated?❞

Jaemin felt his face heat up under the scrutiny. He quickly searched for an excuse, trying to keep his voice steady. ❝Yeah, we've been using the library a lot. It's quieter there, helps us focus.❞

Jisung, the youngest but sometimes the most observant, tilted his head. ❝Is that all? You two have been acting kind of... different lately.❞

Jaemin and Haechan exchanged a quick glance, silently communicating their need to stay calm. Haechan flashed a reassuring smile and shrugged. ❝We just needed some space to buckle down, I guess. It's not a big deal.❞

Mark, sensing the tension, decided to ease up on the interrogation. ❝Alright, alright, let's give them a break. Everyone's got their own way of handling stress. Besides, we're here now, so let's just enjoy lunch.❞

The group began to relax, the conversation shifting to lighter topics. Jaemin felt a wave of relief wash over him, grateful for Mark's intervention. He caught Haechan's eye and gave him a small, appreciative smile.

Throughout lunch, Jaemin couldn't help but feel the weight of their secret. He loved their private moments, but the constant need to hide was becoming exhausting. He glanced at Haechan, who was animatedly talking to Jeno about an upcoming assignment. Despite the carefree exterior, Jaemin could see the tension in his friend's eyes.

After lunch, as they walked to their next class, Jaemin nudged Haechan gently. ❝We need to be more careful,❞ he murmured. ❝They're starting to notice.❞

Haechan nodded, his expression serious. ❝I know. But I don't regret any of it, Jaem. Do you?❞

Jaemin shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. ❝Not at all. It's just... tricky.❞

Haechan's playful grin returned. ❝Tricky is an understatement. But hey, that's what makes it exciting, right?❞

Jaemin laughed softly, the tension easing from his shoulders. ❝Yeah, I suppose so.❞

Their friends might be suspicious, but for now, the thrill of their hidden secret was worth every risk.

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