Minho and Jisung-two stars in the same orbit, bound by friendship yet aching for more.
Minho chases a dream his father rejects, torn between ambition and forbidden love.
Jisung, the perfect son, hides his longing behind a flawless smile.
In a w...
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Song of the chapter: #icanteven By The neighbhourhood
Chapter: 19
Notes: TW: Smut.
The living room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the television casting flickering shadows on the walls. A familiar, cheesy rom-com played in the background, but both Hyunjin and Seungmin were far more engrossed in each other than the plot. They sat curled up on the couch, Seungmin's head resting against Hyunjin's shoulder as he absentmindedly fiddled with the popcorn bowl between them.
"Why do they always have to make the lead character so clueless?" Seungmin asked in mock frustration, eyes glued to the screen. "Can't they see what's right in front of them?"
Hyunjin chuckled at Seungmin's antics. "That's part of the charm, I guess. It makes the story more entertaining," he replied, trying to keep the conversation light, but he was aware of the way Seungmin's warm body pressed against his, sending pulses of unexpected heat through him.
"Maybe I just prefer a story where the characters actually know what they want," Seungmin said, turning his head slightly to flash Hyunjin a teasing smile. "You know, someone who isn't afraid to go after it." His gaze lingered on Hyunjin's lips, and the heat of that glance did not go unnoticed.
Hyunjin felt a rush of warmth creeping across his cheeks. "That's a little forward, don't you think?" he replied, but the teasing lilt in his voice betrayed his enjoyment of the flirtation.
"Why should I hold back?" Seungmin challenged, leaning in closer, their faces almost touching now. "When I know exactly what I want?"
There was a brief moment of silence, the tension thickening in the air as Hyunjin met Seungmin's gaze, his heart racing wildly. "What do you want?" he asked, leaning in as well, barely above a whisper.
Seungmin's lips curled into an impish smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Isn't it obvious?" he replied, the playful tone dancing on his lips. He reached down for a handful of popcorn but purposely let it spill for the effect, sending a few buttery kernels flying across the couch.
"Oops," he said innocently, but Hyunjin could sense the heat radiating off him. Each fleeting touch seemed to spark electricity between them. Instead of picking it up, Seungmin simply leaned further into Hyunjin, casually brushing his hand against Hyunjin's thigh.
Hyunjin's breath hitched slightly, the soft flutter of Seungmin's fingers igniting something primal within him. "You're making a mess," he said, attempting to sound teasing but failing miserably as his voice wavered.
"So what?" Seungmin shot back, unabashed. "A little mess can be fun." He flashed a mischievous grin, his fingertips lingering on Hyunjin's leg, daringly drawing small circles on the fabric of his joggers.
