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"You're distracted," Yeonjun murmured, leaning in just close enough for his breath to ghost against Soobin's jaw. "Thinking about something?"
They were supposed to be going over their next move in the investigation, but Soobin had lost track of Yeonjun's words the second he stepped into his space-close, too close, his body heat radiating through the thin fabric of his shirt.
"I'm thinking about you getting out of my face," Soobin shot back, but his voice lacked its usual bite.
Yeonjun smirked, unbothered. Instead of pulling away, he pressed closer, his hand resting casually against Soobin's hip, his fingers toying with the hem of his hoodie.
"Liar," Yeonjun whispered. "You're thinking about it."
Soobin swallowed hard. He wouldn't ask what it was, because he already knew. His jaw clenched, but he couldn't make himself move. The warmth of Yeonjun's touch was maddening, the scent of his cologne laced with something deeper-something Soobin was beginning to crave against his will.
"You're playing with fire," Soobin murmured.
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