The Whispers (Underworld 6) VK

42: Live Together

Seungkwan felt Hansol's fingers slide along his jaw, gently guiding his face until he was looking directly into those deep, mischievous eyes. Hansol's signature cheeky grin was the last thing Seungkwan saw before Hansol leaned in, his lips pressing softly against Seungkwan's.

For a split second, Seungkwan froze, his heart racing too fast to even think. But as Hansol's lips moved against his own, Seungkwan felt himself relax, slowly, gingerly returning the kiss. Then, Hansol's tongue brushed over his lips, and that light touch seemed to unlock something inside Seungkwan—a rush of excitement and boldness he hadn't known he could feel. Without hesitating, he reached up, fingers tangling in Hansol's hair, tugging him closer. He hadn't realized it might be rougher than expected, but in the moment, he didn't care; all he knew was that he wanted more.

Hansol shifted his weight forward, guiding Seungkwan gently back onto the mattress, his body pressing close, his kisses trailing down, leaving a path of warmth along Seungkwan's neck. Seungkwan shivered, feeling Hansol's hand slip under his shirt. His touch was warm, fingers grazing Seungkwan's skin and making his heart pound even harder. Hansol's lips traveled further down, leaving feather-light kisses along Seungkwan's chest and stomach as he pushed his shirt up, completely lost in the moment.

Hansol paused, meeting Seungkwan's gaze with an intensity that made Seungkwan's cheeks burn. "Can I... take this a little further?" Hansol's voice was low, each word spoken with careful consideration, though his tone hinted at his own eagerness.

Seungkwan's mind went blank for a moment. "Uh... yeah, I mean... if you want to?" he replied, his voice coming out shakier than he'd intended.

Hansol chuckled, a warm, genuine laugh that made Seungkwan's nerves settle just a bit. "Only if you're comfortable, Tangerine. We can slow down if you want. I just want to be with you however you're ready."

Seungkwan's blush deepened, but he felt a surge of gratitude for Hansol's consideration. "No... I want this, too." He bit his lip, managing a shy smile. "Just... go easy on me."

_

Hansol had been mulling it over for weeks, but every time Seungkwan was around, the idea only grew stronger. Every little thing about Seungkwan—his laugh, his endless energy, the way he filled the room with warmth—made Hansol feel like his apartment had become home for the first time. And the thought of waking up to that warmth every morning made him realize it was something he didn't want to go without anymore.

They were sitting in Hansol's apartment on a lazy Sunday afternoon, rain pattering against the window as they snuggled on the couch, watching a movie. Seungkwan had curled up beside him, head resting on Hansol's shoulder, half-dozing while Hansol absentmindedly traced circles on his hand. It was a perfect, quiet moment. And that was when Hansol decided he'd ask.

"Hey, Seungkwan..." he started softly, trying to keep his voice casual, though his heart was racing. "I've been thinking."

Seungkwan hummed, half-asleep, his eyes still focused on the TV. "Hmm?"

Hansol took a deep breath. "What if you... you know, moved in here? Like, full-time. With me."

That got Seungkwan's attention. He sat up, looking at Hansol with a mix of surprise and confusion. "Wait, what? You... want me to live here? With you?"

Hansol couldn't help but chuckle at Seungkwan's wide-eyed look. "Yeah, that's what I mean. I mean, you're already here all the time anyway," he added, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "And I just... I love having you around, Kwan. Everything feels better when you're here."

Seungkwan blinked a few times, processing the words. "You really want this?" he asked, a bit of hesitation in his voice. "I mean... I don't want to be a bother, or, you know, take up too much space..."