hyujin wasn't just in love with jeongin. He was obsessed.
He needed him. Needed his touch, his warmth, his presence. It wasn't just a want-it was a physical ache, a gnawing in his chest whenever jeongin wasn't close. When they were apart, even for a moment, his hands twitched, craving the familiar press of jeongin's skin against his.
But their love was a secret.
No one could know.
They had agreed to it, whispered promises in the dead of night, hidden kisses stolen in the corners of their dorm. It was dangerous -they both knew what could happen if their relationship ever came to light. But that didn't stop hyunjin from needing him.
And lately, it was getting harder to hide.
hyunjin didn't even realize how much he touched jeongin in public until their fans started noticing. At first, it was subtle-his fingers lingering on jeongin's wrist a little too long, his body instinctively leaning into him, his gaze always finding jeongin no matter where he was in the room.
Then it became... more.
His hand on jeongin's thigh during group interviews, his arm casually thrown over jeongin's shoulders, his body pressing just a little too close whenever they stood next to each other.
He couldn't help it.
jeongin was his. his And even though he couldn't scream it to the world, his body refused to let him act like he didn't belong to him.
"hyung" jeongin hissed one evening, shoving him lightly as they walked back to their dorm. "You need to chill"
hyunjin blinked at him innocently. "what?"
jeongin shot him a look. "You were all over me today."
hyunjin smirked. "Was I?"
jeongin groaned, running a hand through his hair. "People are noticing, hyung. Have you seen the comments? Fans are literally starting to ship us."
hyunjin shrugged. "So?"
"So?! If we're not careful, someone's gonna figure it out!"
hyunjin huffed, grabbing jeongin's wrist and pulling him to a stop in the dimly lit hallway of their dorm. He pressed in close, his breath warm against jeongin's skin.
"You don't get it," hyunjin murmured. His fingers traced soft circles on jeongin's wrist, his other hand resting against his waist. "i need you"
jeongin shivered.
Hyunjin's voice dropped lower, more desperate. "I hate it. Not being able to touch you the way I want. Not being able to tell the world that you're mine." His grip tightened. "I can't help it, innie. I need to feel you."
jeongin's breath hitched.
He knew hyunjin was clingy-needy. He knew how much it tortured him to keep their love a secret.
But hearing it like this...
Jeongin sighed, his expression softening. He reached up, cupping hyunjin's face with both hands, running his thumbs over his cheekbones.
"I know," he whispered.
hyunjin closed his eyes, leaning into the touch like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.
jeongin smiled, pressing a soft, quick kiss to hyunjin's lips before pulling away. "Just... try to be careful, okay?"
hyunjin groaned but nodded. "Fine."
