yours forever and only | haobin

5.

Hanbin's smirk deepened as he caught the hint of desire in Hao's voice, the playful challenge in his words. The air between them seemed to shift, thickening with an unspoken tension that neither could ignore. Encouraged, Hanbin leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over Hao's skin, sending a shiver down his spine.

Hao's hand moved almost instinctively, fingers brushing against Hanbin's chest before sliding up to grasp his tie. With a sharp tug, Hao pulled him closer, closing the space between them until their faces were mere inches apart. Their breaths mingled, eyes locking with a silent hunger that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

For a moment, neither of them moved, the world around them frozen in the weight of anticipation. Then, slowly, their eyes fluttered closed as they leaned into each other. Their lips met in a tentative kiss—soft, searching, as if testing the waters. The warmth of Hanbin's mouth against his sent a rush of heat through Hao, his fingers tightening around the tie.

What began as innocent quickly shifted. Their lips met again, this time with a hunger that neither of them could deny. Hanbin's hand found its way to the small of Hao's back, pulling him flush against his chest, and the heat between them was undeniable. Hao's breath hitched at the sensation, a shiver running down his spine as Hanbin's tongue lightly grazed his bottom lip, coaxing a soft, barely contained moan from his throat.

Hao tugged at Hanbin's tie again, pulling him even closer, their faces inches apart as their eyes fluttered shut. The moment stretched, charged with unspoken tension, before their lips collided once more—this time, with more urgency, more fire. Hao couldn't help it; a muffled moan slipping past his lips as Hanbin's grip on his waist tightened. The sound sent a spark through Hanbin, his movements becoming bolder, more desperate.

Hao's knees felt weak, and the way Hanbin's hand trailed up his back made it impossible to keep his composure. His mind spun, consumed by the overwhelming sensation of Hanbin's lips, his warmth, the way their bodies fit together."Hanbin..." Hao gasped breathlessly against his lips, the name coming out as a whimper. Another moan escaped him as Hanbin's lips left a scorching trail down his jawline, and he leaned his head back, giving in to the sensation.

The tension between them was undeniable, and the way their bodies moved in sync only intensified it. Hanbin pulled back for a split second, his eyes dark and filled with unspoken desire as he gazed at Hao. Neither of them said a word, but the look in Hanbin's eyes was enough to make Hao's heart race.

Before Hao could catch his breath, they were drawn back together, lips crashing once again in a heated, almost frantic kiss. This time, Hao didn't even try to hold back the moan that spilled from his lips, completely lost in the moment as Hanbin deepened the kiss. Every touch, every gasp, every moan only seemed to pull them further into the intoxicating whirlwind they'd created.

Nothing else mattered but the way they fit together, the heat between them, and the undeniable desire that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

Hao whined again, but this time with a different urgency. They separated for oxygen, their breaths coming in short, uneven gasps. Hanbin leaned in close to Hao's ear, his voice a soft whisper. "Hotel?"

Hao blushed, but after a brief moment of hesitation, he nodded. Hanbin smiled, taking Hao's hand and leading him out of the bar. They hailed a taxi, the anticipation between them palpable as they made their way to the hotel.

As the taxi cruised through the dimly lit streets, Hao sat quietly, his mind racing with a mix of emotions he wasn't sure how to process. Hanbin's presence beside him was calming, yet it also heightened the confusion swirling in his heart. The memory of how Hanbin had stepped in to protect him, how effortlessly he had driven away the nightmare of his ex, played over and over in his mind. It felt surreal—like something out of a dream, too good to be true.

Hao glanced at Hanbin from the corner of his eye, studying the way the city lights flickered across his face. There was a quiet strength in the way Hanbin held himself, a confidence that seemed so natural, as if nothing could shake him. It was something Hao had always admired in others but had never felt in himself. His fingers tightened slightly on his own lap, and he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to lean on someone like that—to trust that they wouldn't let him fall.

But trust was a fragile thing for Hao, and every time he felt himself starting to let his guard down, a wave of fear would crash over him, pulling him back. What if Hanbin was like the others? The thought gnawed at him, a bitter reminder of the past he was so desperately trying to leave behind. He could still feel the phantom grip of his ex on his wrist, the way it had made him feel powerless, trapped. Even now, with Hanbin sitting so close, that fear lingered in the back of his mind, whispering that he could get hurt again if he wasn't careful.

Hanbin's voice broke through his thoughts, soft and warm. "Are you okay?" he asked, turning slightly to face Hao, concern evident in his dark eyes.

Hao hesitated, his throat tightening. He wasn't sure how to answer. How could he explain the storm of emotions inside him, the mix of fear and hope that he didn't even fully understand himself? Instead, he nodded, forcing a small smile that he hoped was reassuring. "Yeah, I'm fine."

A/N: Hao...are you really fine