𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 ﾒ𝟶ﾒ𝟶 [ɴᴀʜʏᴜᴄᴋ]

6 ﾒ𝟶ﾒ𝟶

The last exam paper had been submitted, and the relief was palpable across campus. The air was filled with laughter and chatter as students emerged from their final tests, their faces bright with the promise of freedom. For Jaemin and Haechan, the end of exams marked the beginning of a much-needed break-a chance to unwind and spend time together without the looming pressure of studies.

The days that followed were a blur of carefree moments. Jaemin found himself at Haechan's house more often than not, their shared laughter and intimate touches becoming the highlight of his days. They spent their time exploring the city, binge-watching their favorite shows, and enjoying the simple pleasure of each other's company. But as the days turned into nights, Jaemin couldn't shake the growing turmoil within him.

Jaemin lay in bed, his thoughts a tangled mess. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of his bedside lamp casting a warm light across the room. His mind kept replaying the moments he'd spent with Haechan over the past few weeks. Each touch, each kiss, each laugh-they all felt so right, yet so confusing.

Jaemin turned onto his side, staring at the wall as his mind wandered. The feelings he had for Haechan were starting to feel less like a secret indulgence and more like something deeper, something he was hesitant to name. He couldn't deny the way his heart raced when Haechan smiled at him, or the way his body responded to Haechan's touch. But were they more than just friends with benefits? Did Haechan feel the same way?

As he lay there, memories of their recent time together played in his mind like a film reel. He thought about the way Haechan's eyes lit up when he talked about something he was passionate about, the way he could make Jaemin laugh with just a single look. He remembered the quiet moments they shared, the comfortable silences that spoke volumes.

Jaemin's attention had always been entirely on Haechan. He remembered the way Haechan's head had rested on his shoulder, the warmth of his body pressed against his. It had felt so natural, so right.

But it wasn't just the physical closeness that was causing Jaemin's heart to ache. It was the emotional connection, the way Haechan seemed to understand him in ways no one else did. He thought about the late-night conversations they'd had, the deep, meaningful talks that had left Jaemin feeling more connected to Haechan than he'd ever felt with anyone else.

Jaemin sighed, running a hand through his hair as he tried to make sense of his feelings. Was this just a phase? A result of spending so much time together? Or was it something more, something that could change the dynamics of their relationship forever?

The thought of losing what they had terrified him. But the idea of never exploring the possibility of something more was equally daunting. He knew he couldn't keep these feelings bottled up forever. Eventually, he'd have to confront them, and Haechan.

As the night wore on, Jaemin found himself staring at his phone, his thumb hovering over Haechan's contact. He wanted to talk to him, to hear his voice, to ask him how he felt. But the fear of rejection, of complicating things even further, held him back.

He let out a frustrated groan, tossing his phone aside and sinking back into his pillows. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, each one pulling him in a different direction. He closed his eyes, trying to find some semblance of calm amidst the chaos.

Jaemin let his thoughts drift to the future. He imagined what it would be like to wake up next to Haechan every morning, to share his life with him in a way that went beyond stolen kisses and secret touches. The idea filled him with a warmth he couldn't ignore.

But with that warmth came a nagging doubt. Did Haechan see him the same way? Or was this just a fleeting thing for him, a way to pass the time? Jaemin didn't want to ruin what they had, but he also couldn't keep pretending that his feelings were just casual.

The hours ticked by, Jaemin's mind continued to race. He knew he needed to talk to Haechan, to lay everything out on the table. But he also knew that it wouldn't be easy. Their relationship had always been built on a foundation of mutual respect and understanding, and he didn't want to jeopardize that.

Eventually, exhaustion began to take over, and Jaemin felt his eyelids growing heavy. His last conscious thought before sleep claimed him was a simple yet profound one: he needed to find out where he stood with Haechan, no matter how scary that prospect might be.

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