P1Harmony one shots

P1(soulseob)

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Jongseob always admired Soul's quiet presence in the group. While Jongseob was often in the spotlight, joking around and making others laugh, Soul preferred to stay in the background, observing, his emotions hidden behind a calm façade. They were close—closer than most of the members—but there was always something more between them that neither had dared to address.

One evening, after a long day of practice, Jongseob found himself alone in the practice room. He had stayed behind to work on some choreography, trying to perfect the routine for their upcoming comeback. The room was dimly lit, the only sound being the soft shuffle of his feet against the polished floor. As he moved, his thoughts drifted to Soul—his sharp movements, the way he seemed to glide effortlessly through every routine, and the rare, genuine smiles he would flash when he thought no one was looking.

"Hey."

Jongseob spun around, startled, to see Soul standing in the doorway, his usual calm expression in place. "Soul! You scared me."

"Sorry," Soul replied, stepping into the room. "I saw the light on and thought someone might still be here."

Jongseob smiled, his heart rate slowly returning to normal. "Just trying to get this move right. I think I'm almost there."

Soul nodded, walking over to stand beside him. "You've been working hard lately."

"Just trying to keep up," Jongseob replied, feeling a little self-conscious under Soul's gaze. "You know how it is."

Soul watched him for a moment before offering a small smile. "You're doing fine, Jongseob."

The words were simple, but coming from Soul, they meant everything. Jongseob felt his cheeks warm, and he quickly turned back to the mirror, focusing on his reflection instead of the fluttering in his chest. "Thanks."

For a while, they stood in silence, Jongseob occasionally going over the routine while Soul watched. There was a comfort in the quiet, in the way Soul's presence filled the room without needing words.

"Do you want to dance with me?" Jongseob asked suddenly, the question slipping out before he could think it through.

Soul seemed surprised, but after a moment, he nodded. "Sure."

They started moving together, their bodies falling into sync effortlessly. Dancing with Soul was always a different experience—he moved with a grace and fluidity that made every step feel like a natural extension of the music. As they danced, Jongseob found himself getting lost in the rhythm, in the way their movements intertwined.

It wasn't until they both stumbled into each other, laughing as they tried to regain their balance, that Jongseob realized just how close they were. Soul's face was inches from his, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. The laughter died in Jongseob's throat as he looked into Soul's eyes, seeing something there that mirrored the turmoil in his own heart.

"Jongseob," Soul whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of their breathing.

Jongseob didn't know what to say, so he did the only thing that felt right in that moment. He leaned in, closing the distance between them, and pressed his lips to Soul's. The kiss was tentative at first, both of them unsure, but as Soul responded, the uncertainty melted away, replaced by a warmth that spread through Jongseob's entire being.

When they finally pulled back, they were both breathing hard, their foreheads resting against each other. "I... I've wanted to do that for a long time," Jongseob confessed, his voice shaking slightly.

Soul didn't say anything at first, just nodded slowly. "Me too."

They stood there, the reality of what had just happened settling in. The practice room, once a place of intense focus and hard work, now felt like a sacred space where something new had begun.

"What does this mean for us?" Jongseob asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Soul looked at him, his usual calm replaced with a softness that Jongseob had only glimpsed a few times before. "I don't know," he admitted, "but I think we'll figure it out together."

Jongseob smiled, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. "Yeah, together."

They spent the rest of the night in the practice room, not dancing, but talking—about their feelings, their fears, and what they wanted moving forward. By the time they left, the first rays of dawn were peeking through the windows, and they both knew that things would never be the same.

But that was okay because they had each other, and for now, that was enough.

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**End**