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breathe ; l.mh

the dim light of the room paints a soft, intimate glow over y/n and minho, casting long shadows against the walls. the hum of the evening city outside barely broke through the tranquility they'd found here, in this quiet corner of the world. a slow exhale escaped minho's lips, a soft sound that mingled with the quiet atmosphere as he leaned just a little closer. y/n's breath hitched in her throat, the smallest flicker of anticipation sparking between them, like the faintest ember in the dark.

their faces were impossibly close—close enough for her to feel the warmth radiating from him, close enough for their foreheads to touch, and for their breaths to mix, creating a gentle rhythm. his hand rested on her cheek, feather-light, as if even the slightest pressure would shatter the fragile moment they were sharing.

there was no rush, no urgency. time seemed to slow down, stretch out like it was holding its breath along with them.

y/n's eyes fluttered shut, lashes brushing against her skin as she waited, heart pounding softly in her chest. it was a kind of anticipation she could hardly describe—something light and fluttery, but heavy with meaning at the same time. her body was still, yet everything inside her was alive, sparking, and tumbling.

minho moved just a little closer, his lips hovering over hers, not quite touching. just the idea of him so near, just the smallest graze of warmth between them, sent a tremor through her body. she swore she could hear his heart beating too, fast but controlled, like everything about him. his presence was quiet, but intense, filled with all the things he didn't say.

then, there it was—a kiss. barely a kiss, really. his lips brushed hers in the lightest, softest way, a whisper of touch, and it was like a spark of electricity ignited between them. y/n inhaled sharply, her breath catching at the feeling. it wasn't the kiss itself but everything it carried—the unspoken words, the silent promises, the tenderness that lingered in the space between them.

her hand lifted, almost on its own, fingers grazing against his jawline as she returned the kiss with the same quiet intensity. it was soft, almost unbearably soft, just enough for their lips to meet but not enough for them to truly connect. and yet, somehow, it was everything.

minho's lips hovered again, just out of reach, teasing the closeness. they didn't need to speak; there was no need for words. the air between them was filled with a kind of intimacy that didn't require explanations. just the feel of his lips so close, the anticipation of another touch, sent her heart racing in her chest. she could feel the tension, the yearning, building up in the smallest of movements.

another kiss. again, just a breath of one. his lips brushed hers, tender, careful. y/n leaned into him, pressing herself a little closer, but still, it wasn't enough. her heart swelled with the need for something more, but there was something beautiful about the restraint. it was like they both knew this moment was fragile, delicate. neither wanted to rush, to break the spell that wrapped around them like a cocoon.

y/n's lips parted slightly, but minho barely lingered. he pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, his gaze soft but piercing, as if he was reading every thought that flitted through her mind. his thumb stroked gently across her cheek, his touch sending waves of warmth through her skin.

"breathe," he whispered, his voice barely audible, his forehead resting against hers.

y/n let out a shaky breath she didn't realize she'd been holding, her chest tightening with the release. it was impossible to understand how something so simple, so small, could feel so monumental. her head was swimming, light and dizzy, yet grounded by the steady presence of him so near.

"minho..." she murmured, not even sure what she wanted to say, just needing to say something, to fill the silence. but the word died on her lips as he kissed her again—so, so softly, lips barely pressing against hers. it was chaste, innocent even, but it held so much more. her body responded instinctively, leaning into the kiss, her fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt as if holding onto him would keep the moment from slipping away.

minho smiled against her lips, a barely-there twitch that she could feel more than see. his hands slid down, gently cupping her jaw, his thumb brushing just under her bottom lip as he kissed her again, still slow, still careful, still soft.

each kiss was like a sigh, tender and fleeting, leaving her irrationally breathless every time their lips barely connected. her body felt weightless, like she could float away on the sensation of his touch alone. yet somehow, she felt anchored to him, tethered by something invisible and unspoken between them. it was in the way he held her so gently, the way his lips hovered just before pulling back, as if each kiss was a question and a promise all at once.

y/n's chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, trying to keep up with the quiet intensity of the moment. she felt like she could melt into him, into this closeness, this stillness that was so full of everything she couldn't say.

the kisses weren't hungry or demanding. they didn't need to be. they were filled with something softer, something deeper. it was the kind of connection that made her whole body hum, that filled her with a warmth she hadn't realized she was missing until now.

when minho pulled back again, his eyes met hers, a question lingering in the space between them. neither of them spoke, but they didn't need to. his forehead rested against hers, his breath steady now, as if he'd found the same calm in her that she'd found in him. y/n closed her eyes, letting the last remnants of the kiss linger on her lips like a memory.

the world outside felt a million miles away, its chaos and noise a distant echo. here, in this quiet moment, with minho's lips barely touching hers, y/n felt something more than love—something gentle, something steady, something that made her feel like she belonged.

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