Wonwoo takes Woozi on a drive through quiet roads at night. They listen to soft music, and Wonwoo occasionally glances over with a warm smile, soaking in the moment of peace and Woozi's company.
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The clock read just past midnight, and the city was a distant glow on the horizon.
Wonwoo kept one hand steady on the wheel while his other hand rested loosely on his lap, fingers tapping to the rhythm of the quiet, soulful song playing from the speakers.
He stole a glance at Woozi, who was nestled comfortably in the passenger seat, his head leaning back as he gazed out the window at the blurry streaks of passing trees.
The dim light from the dashboard cast a soft glow over his features, making him look gentler, almost dreamlike.
The soft shadows seemed to emphasize the curve of his smile, barely there, as if he were lost in his own world, lulled by the peaceful night and the warmth of the car.
They'd been driving aimlessly for a while, content with letting the silence between them fill with the music and the occasional sound of a late-night breeze drifting in through the cracked window.
Each was all too aware of the other's presence, but neither dared to break the tranquility.
The quiet held its own kind of magic, a space where neither of them had to think, to pretend, or to shield themselves from the tender ache of feelings they hadn't dared to share.
Every so often, Wonwoo would glance over, unable to help himself.
It was an act of indulgence, letting his eyes linger a moment too long on Woozi's serene profile.
In those stolen glances, he took in everything; the curve of his lips, the slope of his nose, the way his fingers tapped absentmindedly along to the music on his knee.
He felt his heart swell with emotions he couldn't fully articulate, a warmth and fullness that left him wishing he could reach across and take Woozi's hand, hold it in his own, feel the warmth of his skin under his fingertips. But he couldn't.
Or, perhaps, he wouldn't.
Not until he was sure it wouldn't shatter whatever fragile, unspoken bond they'd found in these quiet, stolen moments.
And Woozi, too, felt it, a pulsing awareness of the man next to him, a blend of comfort and tension that kept his heart racing quietly beneath his calm exterior.
He didn't need to look over to know that Wonwoo was watching him.
He could feel the warmth of his gaze, the way it rested softly against his skin, like sunlight on a winter morning.
Every fiber of him wanted to turn, to meet those eyes and maybe, just maybe, let his own tell Wonwoo everything he couldn't say out loud.
But something held him back, the same fear that had been his silent companion every time he'd found himself lingering in Wonwoo's presence just a little longer than necessary.
