TW: mentions of abuse
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Hongjoong's lips hover so close to mine that I can feel the warmth of his breath. My pulse races, my body tense yet drawn to him, to both of them. Mingi's fingers brush along my arm again, this time more deliberate, his touch sending waves of electricity through me. My breath comes out shallow, betraying the mixture of nerves and excitement swirling inside.
Without warning, Hongjoong closes the distance, his lips pressing softly against mine. It's tentative at first, testing, like he's giving me a chance to pull away, but I don't. Instead, I find myself leaning in, melting into the kiss.
My heart hammers in my chest, the taste of him intoxicating. His hands slip around my waist, pulling me closer, and a small gasp escapes my lips as I feel the firm heat of his body against mine.
Mingi's presence looms behind me, and before I can catch my breath, his fingers curl gently into my hair, pulling my head back just enough for his lips to brush against my neck. A low, shuddering sigh escapes me, the sensation overwhelming as his soft kisses trace a path down my skin.
I feel completely surrounded by them, lost in the moment, my mind spinning with a mixture of desire and disbelief.
Hongjoong deepens the kiss, his tongue gently teasing against mine, and my knees threaten to buckle from the intensity of it all. Mingi's hands slide down my sides, his touch firm but careful, like he's been waiting for this just as much as I have.
But just as the heat between us begins to rise, the door suddenly swings open with a loud thud.
"Yah! What the–" Seonghwa's voice cuts through the air, and we all freeze. His eyes widen, taking in the scene in front of him–the way I'm pressed between Hongjoong and Mingi, the unmistakable tension that had filled the room.
Hongjoong pulls back from the kiss, though his hand still rests on my waist. Mingi steps away, his grip loosening, but the heat of their touch still lingers on my skin.
Seonghwa stands there, his jaw tight, eyes narrowing as he glares at the three of us. "Seriously? What the hell is going on in here?"
My cheeks burn with embarrassment, my heart still racing as I struggle to catch my breath. I step back, putting some space between me and them, trying to regain some semblance of control, though the atmosphere is still charged with everything that just happened.
"We were... talking," Hongjoong says, his voice smooth but slightly strained, as if he knows how thin the excuse is.
Seonghwa raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. "Talking? That what you're calling it now? Not sure I want to "talk" to you anymore then."
I can barely meet Seonghwa's eyes, the reality of the situation crashing down on me. My pulse is still racing, my lips tingling from Hongjoong's kiss, but now the heat of shame mixes with everything else, my mind a whirlwind of emotions.
Mingi clears his throat, awkwardly stepping back toward the desk, trying to play it cool. "It was... getting out of hand."
Seonghwa's gaze softens slightly, but the disapproval is still clear. "Well, keep it in check next time," he mutters, crossing his arms as he looks between us, his stern expression settling back into place.
I exhale, my cheeks still burning, as the tension in the room takes a sudden nosedive. Whatever spell had been cast is now thoroughly broken.
"I was sent here because we have an interview about our upcoming album in a few hours and need to get ready, hair and makeup and all," he says, grabbing both of their arms, trying to drag them out of the room.
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