kisskyo
Jongseob wasn't oblivious, even if Soul was hoping he might have been. He noticed the way a shiver crossed over his body when Jongseob's physical contact was different than usual, the way he gulped awkwardly at flirtatious jokes, the way his bottom lip rolled between crooked teeth when the stylist put Jongseob in a crop-top or tight shirt, the way his beady eyes lingered where they shouldn't have. He wasn't oblivious, as much as Soul probably wished he was. He could sense the lingering intensity between the two of them, that intensity that's been swallowing them whole since they debuted. So, as they sat in bed together, a movie blasting in front of them, he couldn't help but ponder what it would take for Soul to finally snap.
moved from my ao3 :)