Main: Kang Yohan x Kim Gaon
After Breaking Social Foundation's Dream House Project, Yohan proposed to Gaon. Express his feelings even though he was bad at it. Gaon on the other hand, never needed any words from Yohan. He could tell, just by looking...
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As the warm sunlight streamed into the room, Yohan slowly opened his eyes, groggily taking in his surroundings. He was met with the sight of Gaon, standing by the window, a gentle smile on his face as the younger male pulled back the curtain. The bright light illuminated Gaon's features, and Yohan couldn't help but be captivated by his beauty.
Gaon's hair was damp, and he was in the process of drying it with a towel, his movements were slow and sensual. Water droplets clung to his skin, glistening in the sunlight like tiny diamonds. Yohan's gaze wandered over Gaon's face, taking in the sharp jawline, the prominent nose, and the full lips that had left him breathless just hours before. Gaon was completely unaware of Yohan's stare, focused on drying his damp hair with a towel, the water droplets glistening as they caught the light. Yohan's eyes followed every movement, every shift of Gaon's body as he casually worked through the damp strands, pushing them back from his forehead. His long fingers were deft, yet there was something almost tender in the way he handled his hair, as if each motion held a quiet rhythm that Yohan couldn't look away from.
But what truly captivated Yohan was the way Gaon was dressed—or, rather, how little he was dressed. He wore nothing but Yohan's white shirt, the fabric so large on him that it barely brushed the tops of his thighs. The shirt was soft, the edges slightly frayed from use, and it clung loosely around Gaon's shoulders, billowing slightly as he moved. Yohan's breath caught when his eyes wandered lower, tracing the curve of Gaon's slender legs.
The shirt barely covered Gaon's smooth skin, leaving the pale expanse of his legs exposed—long, delicate, and impossibly graceful. The soft light seemed to wrap around them, illuminating the gentle lines of his calves, the subtle curve of his knee, and the faint shadows playing across the smoothness of his skin. His bare legs were a contrast to the softness of the shirt, the exposed skin so perfect, so tender, Yohan couldn't help but feel a surge of affection.
The scene before him felt intimate in a way that words couldn't describe—how Gaon looked so natural, so beautiful in his own skin, yet so vulnerable in the simplicity of the moment. Yohan wanted to reach out, to pull him closer, to savor the moment and hold him as if the world outside didn't exist. But he didn't move. He just watched, his heart pounding as Gaon tilted his head slightly to the side, water droplets catching on the curve of his jaw, unaware of the effect he had on Yohan.
The sight stirred something in Yohan—a mix of desire, tenderness, and something deeper, a longing to cherish everything about Gaon. He wanted to memorize this moment, the way Gaon's body seemed to glow in the soft sunlight, how the shirt clung in just the right way, exposing the quiet beauty of his form..
As Yohan lay there, he couldn't shake off the memories of their passionate encounter from the previous night. The way Gaon's hands had roamed over his body, setting his skin ablaze with desire. The way their lips had crashed together, hungry and urgent. The way they had moved in perfect sync, their bodies entwined as they chased pleasure.
Yohan felt a flutter in his chest as he watched Gaon finish drying his hair, their eyes meeting for a brief moment before Gaon looked away, a hint of a blush rising to his cheeks. It was as if Gaon knew exactly what Yohan was thinking, and it only added to the allure.
