My Sister's Boyfriend | Yeonbin

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The night was quiet, save for the occasional hum of cars passing by and the distant chirping of crickets. The air felt heavy, though not with tension, but with an unspoken longing that neither Soobin nor Yeonjun dared to voice.

The two had been standing outside for nearly an hour, their conversation flowing naturally, as if time had forgotten them.

Yeonjun ruffled his hair, breaking the spell. "Soobin, it's getting late. I should probably get going." His voice was soft, almost hesitant, as though he didn't want to leave either.

Soobin's face fell, his lips forming a slight pout. "Oh, okay," he murmured, trying to hide his disappointment.

But Yeonjun noticed. He always noticed. With a gentle smile, Yeonjun reached out and grabbed Soobin's hand. The action was so simple yet so intimate that it caught Soobin off guard. His heart raced wildly, a storm pounding in his chest as if it might break free.

Yeonjun's hand was warm, his grip firm yet comforting. Without another word, he started walking, guiding Soobin toward his car.

Soobin followed quietly, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. Why is he holding my hand? Does he even realize what he's doing to me? He could feel the blush creeping up his neck, spreading to his cheeks. The cool night air did little to calm the heat flooding his body.

When they reached the car, Soobin finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "Bye... Yeonjun." He looked up, his eyes reflecting the dim streetlights, shining with a sadness he couldn't hide.

Yeonjun paused, his hand still lingering near the car door. He studied Soobin's face, noticing the faint flush on his cheeks, the slight tremble in his voice. It tugged at something inside him, a part he wasn't ready to confront just yet.

"Hey," Yeonjun said, his tone softer now. "You okay?"

Soobin nodded quickly, forcing a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... tired, I guess."

Yeonjun didn't believe him for a second. He hesitated, his fingers twitching as though debating whether to reach out again. "You sure? You seem... I don't know, off."

Soobin laughed nervously, shaking his head. "No, really. I'm good. You should get going. It's late."

"You know," Yeonjun began, "you're a terrible liar."

Soobin's eyes widened, and his heart skipped a beat. He tried to stammer out a response, but Yeonjun cut him off.

"It's fine, though. You don't have to tell me what's on your mind." Yeonjun leaned back slightly, his usual playful smirk returning. "But if you ever do want to talk, you know where to find me."

Soobin bit his lip, his chest tightening. He wanted to say something-anything-to make Yeonjun stay just a little longer. But the words wouldn't come.

Yeonjun studied Soobin for a moment longer, his playful smirk fading into something softer, something unguarded. He reached for the car door but then stopped, his hand hovering over the handle.

"You know what?" Yeonjun said suddenly, his voice cutting through the quiet like a spark. "I don't think I'm ready to leave yet."

Soobin blinked, startled by the words. "What? But you said it's late-"

"It is," Yeonjun interrupted, turning to face Soobin fully. "But I feel like if I leave now, I'll regret it."

Soobin's breath hitched, his chest tightening. "Why would you regret it?"

Yeonjun stepped closer, his voice dropping to something almost conspiratorial. "Soobin, do you want me to stay?"

The question hit Soobin like a thunderclap. He stared at Yeonjun, his heart pounding so loudly that he was sure Yeonjun could hear it. Words caught in his throat, tangled in the storm of emotions he didn't know how to express.