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Risk

God, I'm jumping in the deep end
It's more fun to swim in
Heard the risk is drownin', but I'm gonna take it
I'm gonna take it
Heard the risk is drownin', but I'm gonna take it

Leehan isn't supposed to be here. He knows it. But that doesn't stop him. His fingers tremble slightly as he presses the buzzer to Taesan's apartment, a reckless decision made in the dead of night. The city hums behind him, streetlights casting long shadows across the pavement, the faint drizzle of rain adding to the charged air. His heartbeat pounds against his ribs. He should turn back, pretend this never happened—but he won't.

The door creaks open, revealing Taesan in nothing but sweatpants, his hair a mess, his eyes still heavy with sleep. Leehan's throat dries instantly. He looks unfairly good like this—unguarded, his skin warm from sleep, his lips parted in slight confusion.

"What are you doing here?" Taesan's voice is rough, low, and it does something to Leehan's stomach that he wishes it wouldn't.

Leehan swallows, shifting on his feet. "I... I don't know." Liar.

Taesan leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. "That so? Then why do you look like you want me to ruin you?"

Leehan's breath hitches. Taesan always knew how to get under his skin, how to make him unravel with nothing but words and a look.

Leehan clenches his fists. "Just let me in, Taesan."

Taesan studies him for a moment, dark eyes flickering over his rain-damp clothes, his restless hands. "You shouldn't be here."

"I know." But Leehan steps inside anyway, his pulse hammering in his ears.

The door clicks shut behind him, sealing them into the heavy, electric silence. The air is thick, charged with something neither of them wants to name. Leehan turns, his eyes locking onto Taesan's lips before dragging up to meet his gaze. He shouldn't want this—shouldn't want him—but his body betrays him, moving closer, craving more than he can handle.

Taesan smirks, sensing the hesitation in his breath. "Scared?"

Leehan exhales shakily. "No."

Taesan steps forward, closing the space between them, his fingers brushing against Leehan's wrist, sending a shiver down his spine. "Liar." His voice is soft but laced with something dangerous.

Leehan doesn't move away. He can't. Taesan's presence is intoxicating, overwhelming, and Leehan knows that if he walks away now, he'll regret it forever. His mind screams at him to stop, to think, but Taesan tilts his head, eyes flicking down to Leehan's lips, and logic crumbles.

"Why are you really here?" Taesan murmurs.

Leehan swallows hard. "Because I can't stop thinking about you."

A flicker of something unreadable passes through Taesan's gaze, but it disappears as quickly as it came. His lips ghost over Leehan's jaw, teasing, torturing. "Then prove it."

Leehan doesn't think. He doesn't stop. He crashes into Taesan's mouth, and it's messy, desperate, all-consuming. Taesan grins against his lips, his hands gripping Leehan's waist and pulling him closer. Leehan gasps as Taesan presses him against the wall, the air knocked from his lungs, his mind dizzy with want.

Taesan breaks the kiss for a moment, his breath warm against Leehan's lips. "You always act so innocent, but here you are, standing in my apartment at 2 AM, looking like you're about to beg for something."

Leehan's fingers curl into Taesan's shoulders, his pulse a frantic rhythm beneath his skin. "Maybe I am."

Taesan chuckles, dark and knowing. "Then say it. Say what you want."

Leehan's pride screams at him to hold back, to play it safe, but he's already too far gone. "I want you to touch me."

Taesan's fingers trace the hem of Leehan's shirt, teasing, barely there. "How badly?"

Leehan shudders at the contact. "Enough to take the risk."

Taesan hums in approval, his lips brushing against Leehan's neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. "Then don't regret it later."

Leehan's hands move on their own, tracing the lines of Taesan's torso, memorizing every dip, every inch of warmth. He breathes in Taesan's scent—clean, sharp, undeniably him—and feels himself slipping further into the pull of him.

Taesan presses a knee between Leehan's thighs, eliciting a sharp inhale. "You're trembling," he whispers, voice low, teasing.

"Shut up," Leehan mutters, but his voice wavers.

Taesan grins against his skin. "Make me."

Leehan does. And this time, he doesn't hold back.

Taesan's hands tighten around Leehan's waist as the tension between them intensifies, crackling in the air like static before a storm. Leehan's body presses against the warmth of Taesan's, and every nerve feels like it's been set alight. But just as quickly as the moment builds, there's a shift, something more tender, more raw in the way Taesan's fingers brush over Leehan's skin, trailing lightly along his collarbone.

Leehan's breath catches, and he feels a sudden wave of hesitation—the vulnerability in the air, the weight of his feelings for Taesan crashing down on him all at once. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he pulls away slightly, searching Taesan's eyes for something, anything, that would make this make sense.

"What is this?" Leehan breathes out, his voice shaky. "What are we doing?"

Taesan's gaze flickers with something unreadable, a flicker of uncertainty in his usually confident eyes. "This is... this is more than just the moment," he admits, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "And you know it."

Leehan's heart skips a beat at the admission, but fear rises inside him. The words are out there now—too real, too much. He wants to pull away, but something deep inside keeps him tethered to Taesan, keeps him rooted to the spot.

"Taesan," Leehan whispers, his hand reaching for the hem of Taesan's sweatpants, hesitant but yearning. "Are you sure?"

The words hang heavy in the air, and Taesan's chest rises and falls as he looks at Leehan, his expression unreadable. For a long moment, neither of them speaks, only the sound of their shared breaths filling the silence between them. Then, Taesan's fingers brush over Leehan's jaw, tilting his head up so their eyes meet.

"I'm sure," Taesan murmurs, the weight of his words hanging in the air, "but you need to be too. You're not the only one at risk here."

Leehan swallows, the pulse in his neck thumping like a drumbeat. His hands reach up, fingertips brushing against Taesan's chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. His own chest aches, torn between his desire and his fear. "I don't want to regret this."

"You won't," Taesan assures him, his voice steady, "if you don't hold back."

And with that, Leehan leans in again, his lips pressing against Taesan's with newfound urgency, but this time, it's different—it's more than just the heat between them. It's raw, honest, and unspoken, and as Taesan deepens the kiss, Leehan knows there's no turning back. Not this time.

But just as their kiss intensifies, a loud bang from outside the apartment breaks the spell, followed by the sound of a muffled voice yelling from down the hall.

"Taesan?!"

Both of them freeze.

Leehan pulls back slightly, his face flushed, his chest tight with both excitement and dread. Taesan's expression hardens, his usual confident smirk returning as he glances toward the door, then back at Leehan.

"Guess that's our cue," Taesan mutters, his hand lingering at the small of Leehan's back, guiding him toward the couch, away from the door. "Let's talk about this... but not right now."

Leehan nods, feeling a mix of confusion and anticipation. The moment is interrupted, but it doesn't change what's simmering beneath the surface. This—whatever this is—has only just begun. And even with the tension lingering in the air, Leehan can't help but feel that he's at the edge of something life-changing, something neither of them is ready to face fully... but maybe, just maybe, they will soon.