The Whispers (Underworld 6) VK

24: You're Beautiful

Seungkwan hesitated for a moment before pushing himself up from his spot in the living room. His heart still pounded from the dare and the wild chaos that followed. Hansol had stormed out of the room so fast, and Seungkwan wasn't sure what had come over him, but something inside urged him to follow.

He slipped out quietly, ignoring the teasing glances from Moonbin and Chan, who were clearly watching him like hawks. Seungkwan stepped outside, his breath hitched slightly from the cold air that bit against his skin as he scanned the area for Hansol. His stomach was in knots—was he really going to confront Hansol about this? He didn't even know what to say.

But there Hansol was, leaning against the side of the house with his arms crossed, staring out into the darkness. His silhouette was tense, his jaw still clenched, and his shoulders tight. Seungkwan could feel the tension radiating off him from several feet away.

Seungkwan swallowed, bracing himself. "Hansol."

Hansol didn't even flinch, but his voice was clipped when he replied. "Go back inside, Seungkwan."

Seungkwan stepped closer, heart racing. "I'm not going back in until you talk to me. What the hell was that back there?"

Hansol finally turned to face him, his eyes flashing with anger. "What the hell was that? That's what you want to ask me?" His voice was sharper than Seungkwan had expected, and it startled him for a second. "You kissed me in front of everyone like it was a joke. Like I'm just another dare for you to win."

Seungkwan blinked, taken aback by Hansol's words. "A joke? Are you serious right now? It was just a game, Hansol!"

Hansol let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "Right, a game. Of course, it's all just a game to you, Seungkwan. That's all it ever is. A little bickering here, a little teasing there, and now a kiss in front of everyone like it's nothing."

Seungkwan's heart pounded in his chest, both from frustration and something else he couldn't quite name. He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. "And what do you care? You were the one telling me to drop it, to walk away. You think I'm supposed to back down every time because you can't handle it?"

Hansol scoffed, his expression hardening. "It's not about handling it. It's about you doing whatever you want without thinking."

"I didn't hear you complaining during the kiss," Seungkwan shot back, crossing his arms as the frustration built inside him. "In fact, it seemed like you were enjoying it just as much as I was."

Hansol's eyes darkened, and for a moment, the space between them felt charged with electricity. The air was thick with something unspoken, something that made Seungkwan's pulse race even faster. Hansol stepped forward, closing the distance between them until Seungkwan could feel the heat of his body.

"That's not the point," Hansol said through gritted teeth, his voice low but intense. "You don't get it, do you?"

"Then explain it to me," Seungkwan challenged, his voice rising in frustration. "Why do you care so much about what happened? You act like you're pissed off, but then you don't say anything!"

Hansol's jaw clenched again, his eyes boring into Seungkwan's. "You really don't see it, do you?" His voice was laced with frustration, but there was something else there—something raw, something vulnerable that Seungkwan hadn't seen before.

Before Seungkwan could respond, Hansol moved closer, his body almost pressing against Seungkwan's now. Seungkwan instinctively leaned back, his shoulders hitting the wall behind him. His breath caught in his throat as Hansol loomed over him, their faces inches apart. The tension between them was suffocating, and Seungkwan's heart felt like it was about to explode out of his chest.