MINE - yeonbin

Chapter 6

He shifted onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, his mind still racing with thoughts of him. Despite his earlier promise to behave and keep his hands off of him, he found his self control slowly slipping away again as he imagined him next to him, so close and yet so out of reach.

He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the growing need that was burning through him, but it was difficult to tamp down the desire that was rapidly building inside him. He shifted restlessly in bed, his body tense and restless.

He could practically feel the heat of his body next to his, the smooth, soft skin just out of reach. His hands itched to touch him, to caress his skin and claim his body. Soobin was a coiled spring, ready to snap at any moment, every muscle in his body taut with the effort it was taking to resist him.

He took a deep, shaky breath, trying to calm himself down, but the more he tried, the more he lost himself in his thoughts and desires.

He turned over onto his side, facing him, watching his sleeping form, his breath catching at how beautiful and tempting he looked. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast a soft glow over his face, highlighting his features and making him look almost angelic. But Soobin knew better, he knew the fire that burned inside him, the passion and feisty personality that made him so damn attractive.

He watched the rise and fall of his chest, each breath a reminder of his presence next to him. Soobin's heart ached with the need to touch him, to feel the heat of his skin, to bury his face in his hair and breathe in his scent. The urge to claim him, to have him completely, was becoming nearly unbearable.

Soobin clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white as he fought to maintain his composure. He could feel the desire pulsing through his veins, the need for him growing stronger by the second. But he knew he couldn't give in, couldn't give in to his base instincts. He had promised to behave, to respect his boundaries, no matter how difficult it was.

He closed his eyes, trying to distract himself, but all he could think about was him, lying there so close yet so untouchable.

His mind kept replaying scenes from their past, memories of his body and his touch, the way he sounds when he's caught up in the height of passion, the way he moans his name when he's completely undone. Soobin's body ached with the need to feel his body flush against his, to hear those moans again, to drive him wild with pleasure.

He rolled onto his back again, his eyes opening and staring up at the ceiling, his thoughts consumed by him, and the burning need to have him again.

He tossed and turned in bed, unable to find a comfortable position. He was on fire, every nerve in his body screaming at him to get up and go to him, to take what he wanted. But he resisted, his self-control still holding by a fragile strand.

He glanced over at his sleeping form, the desire to touch him almost overpowering. He could see the smooth, soft skin of his neck, the curve of his shoulder, and the hint of collarbone peeking out. It was all he could do not to reach out and run his hands over it.

He clenched his fists tighter, his knuckles turning even more white. He was struggling so hard to maintain his composure, to not give in to the animalistic urges that were coursing through him. All he could think of was how badly he wanted him, how badly he needed to feel his body against his, to hear him moan his name, to taste his skin and claim him as his all over again.

The need was like a living, breathing thing inside him, a fire that burned hotter and hotter with every second that passed.

But then suddenly, a thought crossed his mind. Maybe there was a way to get rid of this desire to ruin the beauty sleeping next to him.

His mind started to race, searching for a solution, a loophole in the rules that he had vowed to follow. And then, an idea came to him, a way to get what he wanted without breaking his promise.

He sat up in bed, his heart pounding with anticipation. He glanced at his sleeping form one more time before sliding out of the bed, careful not to wake him.

He padded quietly out of the bedroom and towards the bathroom, his mind fixated on the plan he had just thought of.

Once inside the bathroom, he closed the door behind him and turned on the light. He glanced at the shower, his thoughts returning to how beautiful he looked when he was wet and naked, the droplets of water clinging to his skin...

Soobin quickly pushed those thoughts aside, shaking his head to clear his mind. He needed to focus on the task at hand.

He turned on the shower and stepped into the hot spray, letting it wash over him. He stood there for a moment, letting the water pour down his body, the warmth seeping into his tense muscles, trying to cool his heated skin, but it was no use. The images of him still played out in his mind, his body was on fire with need, and the water did nothing to douse the flames.

He turned the water hotter, almost scalding, but the water was just water, and it was no substitute for the heat of his body. Soobin closed his eyes, letting the hot water run over his face, his mind still filled with thoughts of him.

He couldn't get him out of his mind, his body ached for him, but he knew he couldn't give in. He continued to stand under the hot spray, his hands gripping the wall, his mind a war of desire and restraint.

But then, an idea came to him again, a way to satisfy the need that was clawing inside him.

He took a deep, shaky breath, his mind racing with the possibilities of the idea, of the way to satisfy his need without breaking his promise. He shut off the shower, the hot water ceasing to pour over him.

He grabbed a towel, quickly drying off his body, not even noticing that the water from his hair was dripping onto his bare chest.

He stepped out of the shower, wrapping the towel around his waist, his mind focused on the idea that had just come to him. He took one more look in the mirror, taking in his reflection, his hair wet and sticking to his face, the water droplets clinging to his chest, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and determination.

Soobin walked out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, his movements quiet and stealthy as he tried to avoid waking him up. He approached the bed, his eyes fixed on his sleeping form. The sight of him lying there, vulnerable and innocent, sent a pang of desire through him, but he pushed the feeling aside, remembering his plan.

Soobin walked out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, his movements quiet and stealthy as he tried to avoid waking him up. He approached the bed, his eyes fixed on his sleeping form. The sight of him lying there, vulnerable and innocent, sent a pang of desire through him, but he pushed the feeling aside, remembering his plan.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. He took a deep breath, trying to silence the thunderous beating of his heart. His eyes followed the curve of his body underneath the blankets, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, the way his hair fell across his forehead... It was all he could do to resist the urge to reach out and touch him.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white again as he fought to control himself. He leaned forward, closer to him, his eyes tracing down to his neck, to the collarbone that was just peeking out from underneath the blankets... The desire to press his lips against it, to taste the heat of his skin, was almost too much to bear.

Instead, he forced himself to look away, to tear his eyes away from the sight of him lying there, so close yet so far out of reach. He knew he had to focus on his plan, on the idea that would allow him to satisfy his need without breaking his promise. He closed his eyes, taking another deep breath, his mind repeating the plan over and over again in his head, like a mantra.

He opened his eyes again, his gaze fixed on the wall in front of him, determined not to look at him again, not to allow himself to be tempted by his presence. He sat there for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts and his composure, trying to push the burning desire that was still coursing through his veins to the back of his mind.

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