My Sister's Boyfriend | Yeonbin

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The car hummed quietly as it glided down the empty street, the soft whisper of the tires on the asphalt the only sound in the otherwise silent vehicle.

The day had been long—filled with farewells, memories, and shifting emotions—and the quiet between Soobin and Yeonjun felt both comfortable and heavy. It had been a day of change, and both of them knew things were different now.

There was an unspoken understanding between them, a quiet bond that seemed to tighten with every passing mile.

Yeonjun sat with his hands folded in his lap, staring out the window. The dusk light filtered through the glass, casting a soft glow over his face. Soobin sat beside him, his fingers lightly tapping the seat as his thoughts raced.

Neither of them spoke, but the silence wasn’t awkward—it was the kind of silence that filled the air with meaning, with things unsaid and feelings that didn’t need words to be understood.

Soobin couldn’t help but notice the subtle shift in Yeonjun, a change that had settled in over the past few weeks.

It wasn’t just the way he carried himself now, more confident, more certain of what he wanted. It was also the softness in his gaze when he looked at Soobin, the quiet moments between them that felt so intimate.

They weren’t just friends anymore—there was something deeper growing between them, something Soobin wasn’t ready to name, but couldn’t ignore.

The car slowed as it neared a stoplight, and Soobin glanced over at Yeonjun. He caught the soft expression on Yeonjun’s face, the quiet contemplation that seemed to hang over him. Soobin’s breath caught in his chest.

There was a pull in the air, something magnetic, and he couldn’t help but feel it. He wanted to say something, wanted to break the silence, but the words felt too heavy, too uncertain.

Finally, it was Yeonjun who spoke. His voice was soft, almost like a confession, breaking through the quiet. “You’ve been quieter than usual,” he said, glancing over at Soobin.

Soobin turned his head to meet his gaze, and his heart skipped a beat at the sincerity he saw in Yeonjun’s eyes. “Just thinking,” he murmured, trying to sound casual, though his voice wavered slightly.

Yeonjun studied him for a moment, his lips pressing into a small, thoughtful smile. “Yeah,” he replied. “I think I’ve been doing that a lot lately, too.”

The silence stretched between them again, but it was different this time. It wasn’t uncomfortable—it was filled with unspoken understanding, a feeling that lingered just beneath the surface, waiting to be acknowledged.

Soobin’s heart began to race, a knot of tension forming in his chest. He knew what was happening between them, and yet he wasn’t sure how to handle it. They had crossed a line, but he didn’t know if they were meant to cross back, or if they were meant to keep going.

The car turned onto a quiet street, and Yeonjun slowed down as they passed through an empty intersection. He glanced over at Soobin, the intensity in his gaze making Soobin’s breath catch. Without warning, Yeonjun reached over and tugged gently on Soobin’s arm, pulling him toward him.

Soobin’s eyes widened as he was guided onto Yeonjun’s lap, his body pressed against Yeonjun’s in a way that made his heart skip a beat. The closeness was overwhelming, but Soobin didn’t pull away.