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Kiss it better

What are you willing to do?
Oh, tell me what you're willing to do
(Kiss it, kiss it better, baby)

The apartment was quiet—too quiet. Taesan paced the living room like a storm in slow motion, his jaw clenched, hair messy from running his fingers through it a thousand times. His phone screen lit up again: no messages. Nothing.

Where the hell was he?

And then—a knock.

Taesan didn't move at first, frozen with a cocktail of anxiety and hope flooding his chest. But when he finally opened the door, he forced his expression into something calm—neutral—like he hadn't been pacing for the last twenty minutes, heart breaking over every second Leehan made him wait.

Leehan stood there, hoodie half-zipped, hair tousled like he'd been in a fight with the wind—and won. His eyes were darker than usual, burning with something untamed, dangerous.

"Hey," Leehan said, stepping in like he had every right to. Like he owned the floor he walked on. His voice was casual, almost lazy, but his smirk was anything but.

Taesan's eyes devoured him in a heartbeat.

"You're late," he muttered, trying to sound annoyed. It came out needy.

Leehan smirked. "You were waiting?"

"I wasn't."

"Then why do you look like you've been losing your mind over me?"

Because I have.

Taesan didn't say it, couldn't say it—not when he was already drowning in the sight of him.

Leehan stepped closer, just slightly, and murmured, "Been waiting on that sunshine, huh?"

Taesan's jaw tightened, chest heaving a little too hard.

"Boy," Leehan whispered, his voice dipping, "I think you need that back."

Taesan swallowed. Hard. "Leehan—"

But Leehan was circling him now, slow and magnetic. "Can't do it like that. No one else gonna get it like me."

Taesan's hands clenched at his sides. "Stop talking like that."

"Why?" Leehan cocked his head. "Because I'm right? You get mad, sure—but you always want me back. Every single time."

Taesan's voice cracked. "You don't get it—"

"Oh, I do." Leehan leaned in close, his breath hot against Taesan's skin. "Tell me, Taesan..."

Taesan tensed.

"...what are you willing to do?"

And that was it.

The mask shattered.

Taesan snapped, grabbing Leehan's wrist with a force that made him gasp. He yanked him close, chest to chest, breath mingling like fire and gasoline.

"You think this is a game?"

Leehan blinked up at him, breath hitching. "No."

"You think I haven't been going crazy, losing sleep, craving your voice, your mouth—that smile?"

Leehan smirked, smug and unbothered. "Guess you missed me."

Taesan let out a broken laugh, low and dangerous. "Missed you so bad it hurts."

He backed Leehan against the wall in three strides, crowding him until there was nowhere left to run.

"You wanna know what I'm willing to do?" His voice dropped to a growl. "I'd give up the control. The ego. The damn world—if it meant keeping you."

And then, breathless, trembling with something raw and vulnerable:

"Kiss it. Kiss it better, baby."

Leehan didn't even blink. "Then do it."

Taesan crashed into him—no warning, no hesitation, just fire and hunger and everything he'd been holding back. The kiss was messy, brutal, desperate. Leehan melted into it, fingers fisting Taesan's shirt, moaning into his mouth like he wanted to start a war.

And when they finally broke apart, gasping, flushed and wrecked, Leehan's voice was a breathy taunt.

"Still gonna pretend you weren't waiting on me?"

Taesan traced his thumb along Leehan's jaw like it was sacred.

"I waited all night," he whispered. "And you're not leaving this bed until I've made every second worth it."

The Next Morning

Leehan had barely tugged his hoodie over his head when he felt something slam into his back.

Taesan.

Clinging to him like a man drowning.

"Don't go," he murmured, pressing his face into the crook of Leehan's neck. "Not even for a second."

Leehan laughed softly, cheeks flushed. "I'm just grabbing my phone."

"I don't care." His voice turned darker. "Take me with you."

"You want me to carry you around the apartment?"

"Yes," Taesan said, utterly serious. "Or I'll die."

Leehan turned—only to find Taesan already pouting, eyes glassy, lips red and swollen like he hadn't stopped kissing him all night.

"You're insane," Leehan whispered, heart pounding.

Taesan tugged on the hem of his hoodie like it had betrayed him. "You said, 'do what you gotta do, keep me up all night.' I did. And now you won't even look at me?"

"I am looking at you—"

"Not the way you looked at me last night."

He shoved Leehan gently into the wall, hands trembling now. "I haven't slept. My mouth hurts from kissing you. My back's sore. And my heart? It's—it's exploding. You ruined me, Leehan."

Leehan bit back a smile. "You're so dramatic."

"I'm not," Taesan whined, nose brushing along Leehan's cheek. "I've been waiting on that sunshine again. That sound you make when I touch you. The way you look at me like I'm your everything—"

"Maybe you're just obsessed."

Taesan pulled back just enough to stare into his soul. "I am obsessed. I'm addicted. To you. To the way you say my name. To your fingers in my hair. To your skin, your mouth, your laugh—you."

"Taesan—"

"No. Don't say my name like that unless you're gonna do something about it."

"About what?"

"This ache," he whispered, forehead pressed to Leehan's. "This burning need. You've got me on my knees inside."

Leehan blinked. "You're down so bad."

Taesan nodded, eyes shimmering. "I've lost. I don't care who knows. I'd ruin myself for you, Leehan. I'd burn the world if you asked."

Silence stretched, thick with heat and gravity.

"Then kiss me," Leehan whispered. "Better. Again. Like last night wasn't enough."

And Taesan did.

Again.

Again.

And again.

Like he'd never get enough.

Because he wouldn't.

Not in this life—or the next.