The Whispers (Underworld 6) VK

18: He Likes You

Hansol stormed down the hallway, still riding the high of victory, but there was something else boiling beneath the surface—a frustration he couldn't quite shake. His eyes darted to the side, catching sight of Seungkwan, leaning casually against the wall, still smug from the game's earlier moments when Jinyoung's team was ahead. That smugness sent a jolt of irritation through Hansol, who hadn't forgotten how Seungkwan had been cheering for the rival team.

Before Seungkwan could react, Hansol grabbed him by the wrist and pinned him against the wall, the thud echoing through the empty hallway. His eyes were wild with frustration, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths as sweat dripped down from his hairline. Seungkwan blinked in shock, trying to process what had just happened, but his words caught in his throat.

Hansol's body was so close—too close. The heat between them felt unbearable, and Seungkwan found himself trapped, not just physically but emotionally, too. His pulse raced as Hansol's hand braced against the wall beside his head, his other hand gripping Seungkwan's shoulder tightly, keeping him in place. Seungkwan could feel the anger radiating off Hansol, but there was something else in his eyes—something deeper.

"You—" Hansol's voice was low, rough with emotion. "Why were you cheering for him?" His eyes bore into Seungkwan's, the hurt and confusion clear in them. "Our team... your university... me—and you're cheering for him?"

Seungkwan opened his mouth to say something, but the words died on his lips. He hadn't thought Hansol would care this much. His breath hitched as Hansol leaned in closer, his face mere inches away, so close Seungkwan could feel the warmth of his breath against his skin. Seungkwan's heart pounded, his mind spinning with the unexpected intensity of the situation.

"I..." Seungkwan tried to form a coherent thought, but the proximity—the heat between them—was too overwhelming. He wasn't used to seeing Hansol like this. This close, this... raw. The sweat on Hansol's brow only accentuated the sharpness of his jawline, and the way his damp shirt clung to his torso made Seungkwan's mind wander in ways he wasn't prepared for.

Hansol's grip tightened slightly on Seungkwan's shoulder, but it wasn't painful. It was grounding. His voice dropped to a husky whisper. "Do you have any idea what it feels like... watching you cheer for someone else?" There was a vulnerability in Hansol's tone that caught Seungkwan off guard.

Seungkwan swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how loud his own heartbeat was in his ears. "I wasn't... I didn't mean to," he managed to say, his voice softer than usual, his confidence wavering.

Hansol's gaze flickered down to Seungkwan's lips for a split second before meeting his eyes again, his breath ragged. The tension between them was thick, electric, and Seungkwan's stomach twisted into knots. He didn't know if he wanted to push Hansol away or pull him closer.

"I don't care about him," Seungkwan finally whispered, almost breathless. His voice was unsteady, the words hanging in the charged air between them. "It wasn't about Jinyoung."

Hansol's expression shifted, a mixture of frustration and something far more intense. His hand moved from Seungkwan's shoulder to his waist, his grip firm but not forceful. Seungkwan's breath hitched again as Hansol's fingers pressed against his side, the touch sending a shiver down his spine.

"Then what was it about?" Hansol's voice was low, filled with a quiet desperation as he leaned in even closer. Their faces were so close now that their noses nearly brushed. Seungkwan could see every detail of Hansol's face, from the beads of sweat on his forehead to the fire burning in his eyes.

"I..." Seungkwan's voice faltered, his heart pounding so hard he thought it might leap out of his chest. He wasn't sure what to say, wasn't sure what he *wanted* to say. But he couldn't deny the pull between them—the undeniable tension that had been building for weeks, months even.