11 Works by hunydo
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“Look at me.”
Seonghyeon looked at the wall. The bookcase. The floor. Every surface in the room that wasn’t Keonho’s face.
Keonho waited. He was infuriatingly good at waiting.
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“Spicy?” Keonho asks.
“You can’t even handle spice,” Seonghyeon says, reaching for mild… then switching to medium because Keonho’s already picked it up. Their knuckles brush around the same packet. Neither acknowledges it.
“Rock-paper-scissors for who cooks?” Keonho offers.
“Loser washes,” Seonghyeon counters.
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Seonghyeon huffed, rocking back on his heels. “Hyung, you’re so… bossy.”
Juhoon’s lips curved slightly, the faintest smirk. “You couldn’t choose.”
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“Shhh,” Keonho hushed, lips brushing his ear as his hand wrapped around him. “Quiet, baby. You don’t want the others hearing, do you?”
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The pressure, the friction, made Seonghyeon gasp softly into his mouth, breaking the kiss.
“Careful,” Keonho whispered, though the glint in his eye betrayed him. “They’re still right there.”
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Seonghyeon opened his mouth, but nothing came out. His laugh was shaky, almost desperate. “You’re doing too much.”
“And you’re still here,” Keonho whispered back, eyes locking on his. His thumbs pressed into Seonghyeon’s hips, grounding him there.
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Seonghyeon laughed again, but this time it wavered. He backed up a step, back brushing the counter edge. “Yo, chill. Why you always gotta start stuff?”
Keonho tilted his head, mischief curling at his mouth. “Because watching you get shy is fun.”
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Keonho finally stepped back, laughing easily as if nothing had happened, ruffling Seonghyeon’s hair like a teasing older brother. “Come on,” he said, voice light again. “Let’s go eat.”
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- Language:
- English
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- 792
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Kim Doyoung didn’t believe in chance encounters. People came and went, their presence fleeting, their faces blurring together after a while. That was the nature of his work—behind the counter, day after day, making coffee for strangers who rarely looked twice. He preferred it that way. It kept his world quiet, orderly.
But when the bell above the café door rang that evening, something shifted.
So Junghwan walked in like he belonged there, his gaze sharp and steady as it swept across the room. The moment their eyes met, Doyoung felt the air in the café change, heavier somehow, charged with an energy he couldn’t name.
And for the first time in a long while, he wondered if maybe, just maybe, some encounters weren’t so random after all.
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New roommates