Horizon | C.JH , K.YS | rewrite

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A/N: ahem... im uploading this as an apology for not uploading mr mania in like, a month. im actually so tired of writing in medieval english and i think it gets pretty evident in the later parts of that chapter LOL i started giving up.

currently uploading this during one of my 3 hr 8 am lectures 😜i made sure to sit at the back of the lecture hall just so no one would know what im doing HA!  sorry for any mistakes or whatever. mr mania will be um up eventually. im like, halfway thru. for now, enjoy horizon.

p.s my finger is no longer broken.

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The room was filled with the soft sound of lips meeting and parting, accompanied by faint, breathless pants.

Yeosang let out a quiet gasp as Jongho caught his lower lip between his teeth, tugging gently before pulling him closer by the waist and kissing him with renewed fervour. He'd barely had time to process how he'd ended up in this position after explaining everything to Jongho earlier. Jongho had nodded through Yeosang's explanation, only to insist he "needed him" for something in his office.

Apparently, this was what Jongho needed—Yeosang perched on his lap, their lips locked in an endless exchange. Every time Yeosang attempted to resume his explanation, Jongho silenced him with another heated kiss, his firm grip on the back of Yeosang's neck leaving no room for protest.

So much for priorities.

"J-Jongho," Yeosang mumbled between kisses, his palms pressed flat against Jongho's chest in a feeble attempt to create some distance.

Jongho only hummed in response, his lips capturing Yeosang's again. The intensity in his eyes didn't waver, even as he finally pulled back just slightly to catch his breath.

"Don't you have a job to do?" Yeosang teased softly, though his flushed face and the smile tugging at his lips betrayed how little he actually wanted Jongho to stop.

Jongho chuckled lowly, stealing another quick kiss before answering, his voice tinged with a mix of playfulness and desire. "I do, but I really don't care."

He paused, his gaze locked onto Yeosang's, filled with a gentle but undeniable heat. "Why would I bother working when I have such a cute boy sitting on my lap, kissing me?"

Yeosang's cheeks flushed deeper, and he pressed his forehead against Jongho's to hide his embarrassment. His arms draped over Jongho's shoulders as he held him close. "Maybe I shouldn't be here distracting you," Yeosang murmured with a bashful grin. "You should be working. It's important."

Jongho shook his head, his grip on Yeosang firm but comforting. "No work is more important than spending time with you."

Yeosang couldn't help but let out a shy laugh at the sincerity in Jongho's voice. "Shut it, you sap," he muttered, playfully swatting Jongho's shoulder.

Jongho's lips curved into a brief smile before it faded, his usual stoic expression returning. Without another word, Yeosang settled back on his lap, wrapping his arms around Jongho in a quiet embrace. Jongho's hand rested on Yeosang's back, holding him securely as his chin rested on Yeosang's shoulder.

The sound of a pen scratching against paper broke the silence, and Yeosang realised Jongho was somehow managing to write while keeping him comfortably in place. He pressed his cheek against Jongho's chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling him into a relaxed haze. It was easy to let his guard down like this, enveloped in warmth and quiet intimacy.

"Mm..." Yeosang sighed softly, shifting slightly to nuzzle into the crook of Jongho's neck.

Jongho responded with a subtle movement, lifting his head to press a gentle kiss against Yeosang's neck. The tender gesture sent a shiver down Yeosang's spine, not out of discomfort, but something far sweeter. Each kiss Jongho left felt deliberate, as if silently communicating something Yeosang couldn't quite put into words.