❝ Stardust & Heartstrings ❞ YEONBIN FF

Chapter 11 : A Mistake?

Soobin slowly opened his eyes, groggily emerging from a deep slumber. The bright sunlight streaming through the window pierced his eyes, causing him to squint and recoil. As he attempted to turn onto his side, he felt an unexpected weight pressing down on his body, pinning him to the bed. Confused and disoriented, Soobin lifted his gaze to investigate the source of the weight. That's when he saw it - someone's head resting on his chest, their hair splayed out across his skin like a tangled web. He could feel the gentle rise and fall of their breathing, and the warmth of their body against his. Soobin's mind foggy from sleep, he tried to remember who it was and how they ended up in his bed.

He had a terrible headache from drinking too much the night before. He slowly pulled back the covers to see who was lying on his chest. He was shocked to see Yeonjun's face staring back at him, fast asleep and completely peaceful. Yeonjun's gentle breathing and calm expression only added to Soobin's confusion. Soobin's mind was foggy and he couldn't remember what had happened the night before. He rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was still dreaming, but Yeonjun was still there when he opened them again, still sleeping soundly.

Soobin cautiously attempted to shift Yeonjun's body off his own, but this gentle movement triggered a reflexive response from Yeonjun, who instinctively tightened his hold on Soobin's body. Yeonjun's arms wrapped around Soobin, pulling him closer as he buried his face deeper into Soobin's chest, his soft groans and murmurs filling the air as he clung to Soobin's warmth.

Soobin slowly reclined back onto the bed, cradling Yeonjun's body against his own, their skin pressed together in a warm embrace. As the fog of sleep cleared, a startling realization began to dawn on him - they were lying in a bed, both completely naked, their bare bodies entwined in a intimate pose that spoke of a night filled with secrets and unspoken desires.

Soobin closed his eyes and remembered how they got drunk, kissed, undressed, and what happened next. He recalled Yeonjun's sweet smiles, giggles, and everything else that filled his mind.

Soobin's mind replayed Yeonjun's tender admission, his voice barely above a whisper, revealing that Soobin was not only his first, but also his second, and the only one he had ever been with. This confession sent Soobin's ego skyrocketing, filling him with an uncontainable pride and satisfaction, as he reveled in the knowledge that he was the sole keeper of Yeonjun's intimate secrets, the only one who had ever touched his heart and body.

As his phone buzzed with an incoming message, Soobin carefully stretched out his arm to check the screen, his eyes scanning the text from an unknown sender. But his curiosity quickly turned to annoyance as he read the words, his expression darkening into a frown, his eyes narrowing into a glare as he fixated on the screen, his mind racing with questions and concerns.

Soobin gently got out of bed, carefully placing pillows beside Yeonjun to support his sleeping form. After a refreshing shower, he headed to the kitchen of his restaurant, where he expertly prepared a comforting array of Korean dishes to alleviate hangover symptoms, including Haejangguk (spicy hangover soup), Jjamppong (spicy seafood noodle soup), and Kimchi Stew. He arranged the steaming bowls on the table, filling the air with savory aromas to greet Yeonjun when he woke up.

Unaware of Soobin's absence, Yeonjun woke up to find a set of clean clothes on the bedside table, accompanied by a note:

"When you wake up, take a shower and help yourself to the hangover food in the kitchen. I've taken care of the shopping bags from yesterday; they'll be delivered to your home. As for last night... it was a mistake. I promise to never cross that line again."

Yeonjun's eyes scanned the note, a gentle smile spreading across his face as he read the thoughtful gestures Soobin had left for him. But as his gaze fell upon the word "mistake", his expression faltered. The smile vanished, replaced by a scowl as anger and hurt swirled within him. With a sudden burst of frustration, he crumpled the note in his fist and hurled it across the room, the paper ball bouncing off the wall with a faint rustle, leaving behind a trail of Yeonjun's simmering emotions.

Panic set in as Yeonjun threw off the blanket, only to discover he was completely naked beneath. He hastily wrapped the blanket around himself, attempting to cover his vulnerability. Wincing in discomfort, he made his way to the bathroom, each step a reminder of the previous night's intimate encounter. It had been 10 long years since he'd last engaged in such an act, and his body was protesting the sudden reawakening of dormant desires.

Yeonjun stepped into the washroom, the blanket slipping from his grasp as he stood before the small mirror. The soft light illuminated his naked form, revealing the tender marks of the previous night's encounter. His gaze fell upon his reflection, taking in the love bites scattered across his neck and chest, his lips still swollen from Soobin's passionate kisses. The mirror reflected a vulnerability he couldn't hide, a testament to the intimacy they had shared.

As he began to clean himself, his eyes wandered to the faint hickeys on his inner thighs, a tender reminder of Soobin's intimate touch. Yet, the memory of Soobin's note lingered, casting a shadow over the tender marks. "A mistake," Soobin had called it.

Yeonjun showered and emerged, wearing Soobin's clothes - jeans and an oversized sweatshirt - as his own were nowhere to be found. He entered the kitchen, where a spread of food awaited, but he didn't touch anything.

Yeonjun found a set of keys placed beside the food, which he picked up as he departed the restaurant. He used the keys to lock the gate behind him before making his way to the main road. Once there, he hailed a cab and got in. Since he didn't have his wallet with him, he opted to pay the fare online, utilizing his phone to complete the transaction with the driver.

As Yeonjun arrived at his doorstep, he was greeted by the sight of numerous shopping bags piled up at the front gate, but his clothes were noticeably absent among the assortment of bags.

Yeonjun collapsed onto his bed, burying his face in the pillow as he finally surrendered to his emotions, allowing tears to flow after holding them back for so long.

Yeonjun wiped his nose and grasped his own hair, as memories of the previous night came flooding back, recalling the tender moments he shared with Soobin and the sweetness with which Soobin had treated him.

Hours ticked by, and Yeonjun remained motionless in his bed, lost in thought, as half a day slipped away in a haze of emotions and memories.

The ringing of the doorbell broke the spell, and Yeonjun emerged from his reverie, making his way downstairs to open the gate, where he found Soobin standing, his expression subdued, holding out Yeonjun's freshly washed clothes with a simple statement: "I got your clothes washed."

Soobin's voice was laced with concern as he asked, "Are you okay?" But Yeonjun's response was tinged with bitterness and vulnerability, as he snapped, "Just drop the act, it was a mistake, you don't have to act nice with me just because we fucked," his words revealing the depth of his emotional turmoil.

The door slammed shut with a loud thud, the sound wave resonating through the air as Yeonjun's hand released the handle, leaving Soobin standing alone outside, his face inches from the closed door, his eyes wide with concern and confusion, the warmth of their earlier encounter now replaced with a chilling sense of rejection.

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