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Breathless, Changmin rolled off.
Junsu groaned — body sore, covered in stick and sweat, wonderfully sated.
"Shit," Changmin panted, staring at the ceiling, the full weight of what just happened finally hitting him. "What the fuck did we just do."
Junsu swallowed; the taste of Changmin still on his tongue. Something incredibly stupid. And satisfying and amazing but totally, irreversibly stupid.
Heat rose up his neck, coloring his face a deep, bright red.
"We can't tell anyone," he said, voice surprisingly firm.
Changmin nodded. "Especially Jaejoong."
“Especially Jaejoong.”
A long silence passed between them. Slow, overwhelming panic swelled inside Junsu and gripped painfully at his chest.
Hesitantly, Changmin reached over to lace their fingers together. The knots immediately loosened.
"They don't get back for another hour—"
Junsu was already on top of him, mouth attached to his like it was the last breath they would ever take.