Hell & Back

12: Unspoken Words

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Minho was sleeping on the couch when he heard a loud crash from the kitchen. He instantly got up, grabbing a lamp next to the couch and holding it defensively as he moved toward the noise. It turned out to be Chan, who looked surprised as he faced Minho, nearly getting a lamp thrown at him.

"Wow, there," Chan said, holding up his hands in a calming gesture.

Minho felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him, and he looked down at the ground. "Sorry," he mumbled, his cheeks turning pink. The memory of Felix explaining the significance of the King and Queen tattoos earlier that day made him blush even more. He suddenly became acutely aware of the implications of his new tattoo.

Noticing the change in Minho's expression, Chan tilted his head with a smile. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" he asked softly, stepping closer.

Minho blushed harder, feeling his heart race as he put the lamp down on the counter. "Chan..." he started, his voice barely above a whisper as he took a step closer to the older man. Chan reached out, his hands gently resting on Minho's waist, pulling him in slightly.

"Why did you give me the Queen's tattoo?" Minho asked, his eyes locking with Chan's.

Chan's smile grew, and he leaned in closer, their faces now just inches apart. The warmth of Chan's breath tickled Minho's skin as they stared into each other's eyes. Minho hesitated for a moment, then, as if drawn by an invisible force, he wrapped his arms around Chan's neck, pulling him even closer.

The tension between them built until Minho closed the gap, their lips meeting in a soft, tentative kiss. Chan's grip on Minho's waist tightened, and Minho, feeling bold, jumped up, wrapping his legs around Chan's waist. Chan instinctively caught him, their kiss deepening and growing more heated as he carried Minho to his room.

Once inside, Chan kicked the door shut behind them and locked it with a swift motion, ensuring their privacy. He gently placed Minho down on the bed, their lips never breaking contact. Minho's hands moved to the hem of Chan's shirt, slowly lifting it up and over his head, revealing Chan's toned torso. Chan leaned back slightly to help Minho remove the shirt, then returned to kiss him, their bodies pressed together.

Minho's hands roamed over Chan's bare chest, feeling the warmth of his skin under his fingertips. Chan responded by caressing Minho's sides, his touch igniting a fire within Minho that made him want more. Their kisses grew hungrier, filled with unspoken emotions as they lost themselves in each other.

Chan paused for a moment, breaking their heated kiss just long enough to remove Minho's shirt. He gently lifted the fabric over Minho's head, tossing it aside before capturing Minho's lips once more. The feel of their bare skin pressing together sent shivers down Minho's spine, making the kiss even more intense.

Chan's hands explored Minho's body, tracing the lines of his muscles and the softness of his skin. Minho's breath hitched as Chan's fingers grazed over his tattoo, a silent reminder of the bond they were forging. The connection between them deepened with each touch, each kiss, as they became more lost in the moment.

Chan's hands moved to the waistband of Minho's pants, hesitating for a brief moment as he looked into Minho's eyes, searching for any sign of doubt. Minho, breathless and flushed, gave a small nod of encouragement, his eyes filled with trust and desire.

With that silent permission, Chan slowly began to unbutton Minho's pants, his fingers trembling slightly from the intensity of the moment. The air between them grew thick with anticipation as the world outside their little bubble seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, lost in each other.