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Friends

"And what the hell were we?
Tell me we weren't just friends
This doesn't make much sense, no
But I'm not hurt, I'm tense"

It had been one of those nights. The kind where everything felt just a little too familiar—like the universe was testing how far you could go before everything changed.

Leehan sat on the edge of his couch, one leg tucked beneath him, fingers drumming against the coffee table absentmindedly. He glanced at the door, his heart racing a little faster than it should've. Tonight was supposed to be like every other night. Just him and Taesan hanging out, no big deal.

But for some reason, tonight felt different.

It had been weeks now, weeks of feeling this unspoken tension between them. There was a chemistry, a pull that neither of them had ever acknowledged out loud, but it was there, thick in the air. And lately, it felt impossible to ignore. Every touch, every word had carried an underlying meaning, and every time their eyes met, there was this unspoken challenge—one that Leehan didn't know how to handle.

The sound of a knock echoed through the room, breaking his train of thought. Leehan jumped, his heart pounding as he stood to answer the door. It wasn't like Taesan to knock; usually, he'd just barge in, but maybe tonight would be different. Maybe.

When he opened the door, Taesan was standing there, wearing his usual smirk, hands in his pockets like he owned the world. "You look nervous," Taesan said with a teasing grin. His eyes flicked over Leehan, taking in the small but noticeable shift in his posture.

"I'm not nervous," Leehan retorted quickly, trying to keep the cool façade up, but there was no hiding the way his heart skipped a beat when Taesan looked at him like that. "What's up?"

Taesan leaned in slightly, brushing past Leehan as he entered the apartment, his fingers grazing Leehan's arm in a way that felt deliberate. Leehan's breath caught, but he tried not to show it.

"Same old," Taesan replied with a shrug. "But I've been thinking about something lately."

Leehan raised an eyebrow, following Taesan as he collapsed onto the couch. "What's that?"

"About how much you like to pretend we're just friends," Taesan said, his voice smooth but with an edge of something darker—something that made Leehan's stomach churn with anticipation. "I think you're lying to yourself."

Leehan stiffened, the familiar flirtation in Taesan's words sending a jolt of heat through his body. He had always brushed off Taesan's teasing before, but now, it was different. There was an intensity to it now, something that felt dangerously close to the truth.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Leehan said, his voice firmer than he felt. He moved to sit on the opposite end of the couch, trying to put some distance between them, but Taesan wasn't having it.

Taesan's eyes sparkled, and he leaned forward, closing the space between them. "You're lying," he said softly, his voice low and insistent. "You know it, I know it. You can't keep pretending this is just friendly. You've wanted this just as much as I have."

Leehan's breath caught in his throat. There it was again. The weight of it. The truth that had always been just beneath the surface, but they'd both been too afraid to acknowledge.

"Maybe you're right," Leehan said, his voice barely above a whisper. He was trying to play it cool, but he could feel the heat rising in his cheeks. "Maybe I do want this. But you don't get to tell me how I feel."

Taesan smirked, clearly enjoying the way Leehan was squirming. "I don't need to tell you how you feel," he said confidently. "I can see it in your eyes every time I look at you. And I know you see it in mine."

Leehan felt a rush of warmth flood through him at Taesan's words. He wanted to say something, to argue, but all of a sudden, it felt like everything had shifted. They weren't just friends anymore. They never had been, not really. And Taesan knew it.

The tension in the room was thick, and it felt like it was building to something they couldn't stop anymore. Leehan tried to act unaffected, but he could feel the way his body was reacting to Taesan's closeness.

"You think you're in control here," Taesan said, leaning back on the couch, his eyes never leaving Leehan. "But I can see through you. You might act like you're the one calling the shots, but you're not. I am."

Leehan swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way Taesan's words made him feel. "I don't know what you're talking about," he muttered, his voice a little shaky now. "I'm just here, hanging out with you like always."

"Are you?" Taesan asked, his tone dropping to something deeper. He moved closer again, his knee brushing against Leehan's. "Or are you trying to pretend you don't want something more?"

Leehan's eyes flickered to Taesan's lips before quickly averting his gaze. He wasn't sure if he was ready for this, but at the same time, he couldn't ignore the pull between them any longer. There was something magnetic, something that drew him to Taesan in a way he couldn't explain.

"I'm not ready for this," Leehan whispered, more to himself than to Taesan. But Taesan had heard him. He always did.

"You're not ready," Taesan repeated, his voice soft, almost soothing, as he placed a hand on Leehan's thigh, his fingers brushing lightly over his skin. "But you want it. You want this, Leehan. Don't pretend like you don't."

Leehan shivered under Taesan's touch, his breath hitching in his throat. "Taesan..." he breathed, his voice low with uncertainty.

Taesan didn't say anything in return. Instead, he leaned in, closing the distance between them. This time, there was no denying it. There was no pretending. He kissed Leehan—slowly, softly, but with an undeniable intensity. It was gentle at first, as if Taesan was waiting for Leehan to pull back, to stop him. But Leehan didn't pull away. In fact, he responded, his lips parting to meet Taesan's, allowing himself to melt into the kiss.

"Tell me we weren't just friends.This doesn't make much sense, no" the lyrics of Friends by Chase Atlantic echoed through the room realising the song had been playing all along , and he felt a deep sense of frustration. He had tried to convince himself that this was just a phase, that he could keep his feelings for Taesan hidden. But now, in this moment, it felt impossible to deny.

Leehan was overwhelmed by the sensations flooding through him. His mind was racing, but his body was betraying him. Every part of him felt alive with the touch of Taesan's lips against his, and he knew, deep down, that this was something they couldn't take back.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathing heavily. Leehan's chest rose and fell rapidly, his hands trembling at his sides. Taesan was grinning, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"Well," Taesan said, breaking the silence, "you didn't pull away."

Leehan swallowed hard, his head spinning. "I don't know what to say," he admitted, his voice small, vulnerable.

"You don't have to say anything," Taesan replied, his voice thick with satisfaction. "We both know what this is now."

Leehan bit his lip, still trying to process everything that had just happened. "I wasn't ready for this," he said, his voice barely audible.

Taesan chuckled, the sound dark and teasing. "You weren't ready," he repeated, his hand resting lightly on Leehan's arm. "But you still wanted it. And now you've got it."

The words lingered between them, like a promise. And Leehan couldn't help but feel that, maybe, this wasn't just a momentary lapse. Maybe it was something more. Something that neither of them could control.

As Taesan leaned in again, this time with more purpose, Leehan's heart raced, and for the first time, he wasn't sure if he wanted to stop. Or if he ever would.