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It wasn’t like they did it out of boredom. That much was clear, at least to Dohoon, boredom had nothing to do with it. If anything, their days were often too full, crowded with lectures, deadlines, half finished assignments, and the quiet pressure that came with being university students trying to look like they knew what they were doing. One of them was simply curious, and the other was just more experienced, more familiar with things Dohoon never really bothered to think about. And it definitely wasn’t about feelings. As far as Dohoon was concerned, there were never feelings involved. He’d decided that early on, long before anything could get confusing enough to question.

Junghwan and Dohoon were placed in a dorm together, assigned by the university with no ceremony or warning. It was the kind of dorm room that looked identical to every other room on the floor. Two single beds sat on opposite corners, each pushed up against a wall like they were meant to keep their occupants in their own territory. At the foot of each bed was a study desk, complete with a chair, a lamp, and shelves that were just big enough to hold textbooks, notebooks, and whatever clutter inevitably piled up during the semester. The walls were an unremarkable shade of off white, the kind that made posters and photos look dull unless you taped them up carefully.

They’d been rooming together since the day they both entered university. Dohoon still remembered dragging his suitcase down the hallway, sweating under the weight of his backpack, wondering what kind of person he’d end up sharing a space with. Junghwan had already been there, sitting on his bed, casually scrolling through his phone like he owned the place. He’d looked up, smiled, and introduced himself without hesitation, as if sharing a room with a stranger was the most natural thing in the world.

Junghwan was at least two years older than Dohoon. That was what Dohoon could remember, though he’d never bothered to confirm the exact number. Junghwan decided to enroll late for whatever reason, and Dohoon never pressed him about it. Junghwan was also quite obviously rich, from the clothes he wore to the gadgets he owned, to the way he never seemed stressed about money. Dohoon didn’t really question his decision to enroll late either. Rich people had their reasons, and Junghwan didn’t seem like the type to explain himself unless he felt like it.

They immediately hit it off right off the bat. Dohoon was naturally talkative, the kind of person who filled silence without even realizing it. He talked about his hometown, his classes, random thoughts that crossed his mind, and Junghwan almost immediately indulged him. He listened, responded, laughed at the right moments, and added his own comments without making things awkward. They never really had to go through that uncomfortable phase where roommates avoided eye contact and pretended the other didn’t exist. From the first week, it already felt like they’d known each other longer than they actually had.

Throughout their stay in that dorm, Dohoon had already counted how many girlfriends and boyfriends Junghwan brought over. He didn’t keep an actual list, but he noticed patterns, faces, and the way Junghwan’s tone shifted slightly depending on who he was with at the time. It wasn’t like they were doing something unholy in that dorm. Junghwan usually respected the shared space. They’d just watch something on Junghwan’s laptop, sitting close together on his bed, or make out quietly. Dohoon only saw that once or twice, when Junghwan forgot to inform him that he was bringing someone over. He opened the door, stepped inside, and immediately froze at the sight of Junghwan kissing someone he didn’t recognize.

Junghwan apologized after, scratching his eyebrow, clearly embarrassed. Dohoon just waved it off. He didn’t really care about that kind of thing. They were university students, relationships, flings, and experimentation were expected. As long as Junghwan wasn’t disrupting Dohoon’s studies or trying to sexile him out of the room, Dohoon wouldn’t really care. And Junghwan was doing pretty well with their studies anyway. He managed his time well, somehow balancing his social life and academics without falling behind. He’d often help Dohoon too, especially when Dohoon struggled with certain subjects. Junghwan explained things patiently, leaning over Dohoon’s desk, pointing at notes, and making complicated concepts easier to understand.

It was squelching hot outside one afternoon, the kind of heat that made the air feel thick and heavy. Dohoon thought it should’ve been a crime for them to walk to class with the sun glaring down like that. Sweat clung to his neck, and his shirt stuck uncomfortably to his back. He was half listening to his classmates talking as they walked together, more focused on the way his phone screen reflected the sunlight.

He didn’t really care at first, tuning their conversation out like background noise, until he heard his classmates laugh and then suddenly turn their attention to him. That was when the tone shifted, and he felt a presence too close for comfort.

“Pretty sure our pretty boy here had experienced it already,” Jihoon said, slinging an arm over Dohoon’s shoulder. Jihoon’s weight made Dohoon stumble slightly, and he frowned, still busy scrolling through his phone.

Dohoon broke his focus and looked at Jihoon, then at the rest of their classmates who were now staring at him expectantly. Their faces were a mix of curiosity and amusement, like they were waiting for a confession.

“Experienced what?” Dohoon asked. His voice was flat, genuinely confused. He hadn’t been paying attention to their conversation unless it piqued his interest, and so far it hadn’t.

“We were talking about our firsts,” Jihoon said, grinning wide. “Pretty sure you had your fair share of experience. You’re one of the popular students anyway, including that other pretty boy roommate of yours.”

That still didn’t really answer Dohoon’s question. His eyebrows knit together as he processed what Jihoon meant. He didn’t know what kind of firsts they were talking about, but one thing was for sure.

“If you’re talking about relationships, I’ve never had one,” Dohoon said, deadpanned.

The reaction was immediate. For some reason, his classmates looked at him like he’d just grown another head. Someone even stopped walking.

“Wait, really?” Youngjae said, eyes wide as he looked at Dohoon. “But aren’t you pursued by like… a lot? I remember people asking for your number and stuff. You receive a lot on Valentine’s Day too.”

Dohoon stared back at them, expression unreadable. It wasn’t like they were wrong. He did get asked out. He did get confessions, gifts, notes slipped into his bag or left on his desk. But it wasn’t like any of that automatically meant he had to date someone.

“I mean, yeah,” Dohoon said slowly. “But I’m not really a fan of dating. For now at least.”

He turned back to his phone, effectively signaling the end of the discussion, but they weren’t done yet.

“Does that mean you haven’t had a first kiss yet?” another voice chimed in.

Dohoon didn’t even bother checking who asked, probably Hanjin? Kyungmin? He’s not entirely sure. He simply nodded, his thumb still moving across the screen. Kissing wasn’t something he liked to think about. The idea of swapping saliva with someone made his nose wrinkle internally. It sounded messy, uncomfortable, and honestly gross. He’d never really understood the appeal.

He’d wanted to ask his roommate one time, when he caught Junghwan kissing his boyfriend in the dorm, what was so good about it. He’d stood there, hand on the doorknob, curiosity bubbling up inside him, but he’d held back. Some questions felt unnecessary to voice out loud.

That thought, for some unknown reason, haunted Dohoon all the way back to the dorm that night. It lingered in his mind as he showered, as he changed into comfortable clothes, and even as he sat at his desk studying for an upcoming quiz. The room was quiet except for the faint hum of electronics and the occasional sound from outside the window.

Junghwan was sprawled on his bed, legs hanging off the side, probably gaming on his switch. His focus was intense, brows furrowed, fingers moving quickly over the controls. Dohoon tried to concentrate on his notes, but his eyes kept drifting, his thoughts circling back to the same topic.

Kissing.

Eventually, he gave up. He swiveled on his chair to face Junghwan, watching him for a moment before speaking.

“Hey,” Dohoon said. “Just curious.”

Junghwan hummed in response, eyes still glued to the screen.

“What’s with you guys and kissing?” Dohoon asked.

He didn’t bother dressing the question up or easing into it. Being straightforward was easier, especially with Junghwan. They’d already talked about worse topics, either out of boredom or because they were drunk and had nothing better to do. This wasn’t really new territory for them.

Junghwan paused his game. The sudden stillness caught Dohoon’s attention. Junghwan turned his head to look at him, wearing the same incredulous expression Dohoon’s classmates had earlier, as if Dohoon had sprouted another head overnight.

Dohoon raised both hands in mock surrender and grinned. “I just think it’s unnecessary. Like, why would you want to swap saliva with another person?”

Junghwan pressed his lips together in a thin line, clearly holding back a reaction. Then he laughed, a short sound that filled the room.

“So you haven’t experienced kissing then?” Junghwan asked.

Dohoon shook his head.

“Even at parties?” Junghwan continued, setting the switch down beside him. “You know, drunk kissing your friends or some stranger? Aren’t you an avid party goer?”

“I go to parties to get drunk and have fun,” Dohoon said, lips pressed into a thin line. “Not to swap bodily fluids with anyone.”

Junghwan chuckled under his breath. “I see.”

He nodded, as if that explained everything, and turned back to his game. The screen lit up his face again, his attention seemingly back where it belonged.

Dohoon frowned. He swiveled his chair closer to Junghwan’s bed and kicked Junghwan’s thigh lightly with his foot.

“You didn’t answer my question, hyung,” Dohoon accused.

Junghwan ignored him, fingers moving again, which only irritated Dohoon more. With a huff, Dohoon leaned forward, grabbed Junghwan’s switch, and tossed it onto his own bed. The device landed with a soft thud. He kicked Junghwan again for good measure.

“Hey,” Junghwan protested, finally looking up. “I don’t really know how to explain it to you, Dohoonie. It’s better if you experience it first hand.”

He kicked Dohoon’s chair in retaliation before standing up to retrieve the switch from Dohoon’s bed.

Dohoon crossed his arms and huffed, leaning back against his chair as he watched Junghwan abandon his own bed entirely and stretch out on Dohoon’s instead. Junghwan lay there like he belonged, one arm tucked behind his head, the other loosely holding his switch. The mattress dipped slightly under his weight, and Dohoon felt an irrational twinge of irritation at how comfortable Junghwan looked in his space. It wasn’t like Dohoon was territorial about his bed, but something about the casualness of it made his chest feel oddly tight.

Junghwan glanced over at him, eyes flicking from Dohoon’s crossed arms to the pout forming on his lips. He chuckled, the sound low and amused, clearly entertained by Dohoon’s reaction.

“Why are you that curious anyway?” Junghwan asked, tone light as he tilted his head. “If it’s nothing much for you, then you don’t have to think about it.”

Dohoon’s eyebrows furrowed deeper. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, the chair creaking softly beneath him. “It’s because they kept on talking about it earlier,” he said, voice carrying a hint of frustration. “And when I told them I never experienced it once, they gave me the same judgmental look you gave me earlier. It’s annoying.”

Junghwan hummed in understanding, nodding slowly. “Ah. That makes sense.” He paused, eyes glinting with mischief as a grin spread across his face. “Like I said, I can’t really explain it. I think it’s better if you experience it.” He leaned forward slightly on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows. “Want hyung to give you a kiss, Dohoonie?”

The teasing lilt in Junghwan’s voice made it obvious that he wasn’t serious, at least that was what Dohoon assumed. He’d heard Junghwan tease him like this before, about other things, harmless jokes thrown into their conversations without much thought. But this time, something clicked in Dohoon’s brain. It was like a switch flipped, connecting his lingering curiosity, his irritation from earlier, and Junghwan’s casual offer into one clear thought.

Junghwan must’ve sensed the shift immediately. The moment Dohoon inhaled, mouth parting as if to speak, Junghwan sat up straight on Dohoon’s bed, eyes widening.

“Dohoon,” Junghwan said quickly. “I was just joking.”

Dohoon’s lips puckered into a pout, and he tilted his head slightly, clearly unimpressed by the sudden backpedaling. “But hyung,” he said, dragging the word out, “it was you who said it’s better for me to experience it, right?” He straightened up, uncrossing his arms. “It’s not like you’re in a relationship right now. Wait, are you?”

Junghwan shook his head quickly, almost too quickly. “No.” He let out a small breath before continuing. “But kissing is too intimate. For you. Especially if it’s your first kiss. It should be from someone you actually like.”

“But I like you,” Dohoon said flatly, without hesitation.

Junghwan froze. His ears flushed red almost instantly, the color creeping up his neck. “Not like that,” he blurted out. “I mean… shouldn’t it be special if it’s your first?”

Dohoon didn’t miss a beat. “Was your first special?”

Junghwan’s lips pressed into a thin line, his gaze dropping for a moment as if searching for an answer somewhere on the floor. “Not really,” he admitted quietly. “I don’t even—”

“See?” Dohoon cut in, a grin spreading across his face. “Then just kiss me. You have my consent.”

Junghwan groaned, falling back onto Dohoon’s bed with a thump. He dragged a hand down his face, fingers pressing against his eyes as if this was giving him a headache. After a few seconds, he peeked at Dohoon through his fingers before sitting up again.

“Are you even—are you even gay?” Junghwan asked, voice cautious now, like he was treading on unfamiliar ground.

Dohoon blinked at the question. It wasn’t something he’d ever really thought about seriously. He tilted his head, eyes unfocused as he considered it. He appreciated pretty things. That much was true. He noticed when someone was attractive, regardless of gender. But romantically speaking? That had never really crossed his mind.

“Is finding you pretty the first time we met means I’m gay?” Dohoon asked honestly.

Junghwan stared at him, disbelief written all over his face. His mouth hung open slightly, words failing him for once.

“I haven’t really thought of seeing anyone romantically, whether it’s male or female,” Dohoon continued. “I find you pretty though, hyung.”

There was something unapologetic about the way he said it, like it was the simplest fact in the world. For some reason, that brought a small smile to Junghwan’s lips. It was subtle, barely there, but it softened his expression in a way Dohoon hadn’t seen before.

“No. Not really, but… huh…” Junghwan shook his head lightly, a breathy laugh escaping him. “You’re really something, Kim Dohoon.”

He pushed himself off Dohoon’s bed and walked toward him. Each step felt heavier than the last, not because of any physical weight, but because of the growing awareness in the room. The air felt thicker, charged with something unfamiliar. Dohoon looked up at him from his chair, eyes wide and shining, anticipation written all over his face.

“So are you going to kiss me now?” Dohoon asked, smile still playing on his lips.

Junghwan stopped right in front of him. For a moment, he just stood there, looking down at Dohoon. The overhead light cast soft shadows across Dohoon’s face, highlighting the curve of his cheek, the slight part of his lips, the way his eyes searched Junghwan’s face without fear.

Junghwan lifted one hand slowly, giving Dohoon enough time to pull away if he wanted to. When Dohoon didn’t move, Junghwan cupped his cheek carefully, his palm warm against Dohoon’s skin. His thumb brushed along Dohoon’s cheekbone in a gentle, almost hesitant motion.

“Are you sure?” Junghwan asked quietly.

Dohoon nodded without hesitation.

Junghwan exhaled, a soft chuckle slipping past his lips. “Fine,” he said. “Just… don’t take this against me, hm?” He leaned down slightly, closer now, close enough that Dohoon could feel his breath. “Close your eyes, dumbass.”

Dohoon did close his eyes.

For a brief moment, there was nothing but the sound of their breathing. Dohoon felt Junghwan’s hand still cupping his cheek, thumb resting near the corner of his mouth. He became acutely aware of how close Junghwan was, how the space between them had shrunk to almost nothing. His heart thudded in his chest, loud enough that he wondered if Junghwan could hear it.

Then Junghwan leaned in.

The kiss was soft, almost tentative. Junghwan’s lips pressed gently against Dohoon’s, warm and careful, like he was afraid of doing it wrong. There was no rush, no urgency. Just the simple contact of lips against lips, a quiet connection that lasted a few seconds longer than Dohoon expected.

Dohoon froze at first, surprised by the sensation. It wasn’t unpleasant. It was warm, softer than he imagined, and strangely grounding. Junghwan didn’t move much, didn’t deepen the kiss or try to make it into something more. He just stayed there, lips pressed to Dohoon’s, giving him time to register what was happening.

For those few seconds, everything else faded away. The dorm room, the heat from earlier, the judgmental looks from his classmates, all of it disappeared. There was only the feeling of Junghwan’s lips, the gentle pressure, the steady presence of his hand on Dohoon’s cheek.

Then, slowly, Junghwan pulled away.

Dohoon opened his eyes slowly, lashes lifting as if he was afraid that moving too fast might shatter whatever fragile thing had just happened between them. The first thing he noticed was Junghwan’s eyes. They were still close, closer than Dohoon was used to seeing them, close enough that he could see the faint flecks of darker color near the pupil. Junghwan hadn’t pulled away much at all. He was still hunched over Dohoon, posture awkward like he hadn’t decided what to do with himself yet.

Then Dohoon noticed the color on Junghwan’s face.

Junghwan’s cheeks were flushed a deep red, the kind that stood out immediately against his pale skin. It was impossible to miss, especially compared to Dohoon’s own complexion, which stayed relatively tan no matter how embarrassed or flustered he got. The redness crept up Junghwan’s cheekbones and disappeared beneath his hairline, and Dohoon had a brief, distant thought that he’d never really seen Junghwan blush like this before.

One of Junghwan’s hands was braced on the armrest of Dohoon’s chair, fingers curled tightly like he needed something solid to keep himself grounded. The other hand had retreated, no longer cupping Dohoon’s cheek, but the warmth lingered there anyway, a phantom sensation that made Dohoon acutely aware of his own skin.

Dohoon blinked a few times, letting the moment settle. His heart was still beating a little faster than usual, but not in a way that felt overwhelming. More like he’d just jogged up a flight of stairs and needed a second to catch his breath.

Then he frowned.

“I still don’t see the appeal in kissing,” Dohoon said.

The words slipped out naturally, without malice, without even much thought. He wasn’t trying to insult Junghwan or dismiss what just happened. He was simply stating his honest conclusion, the same way he would comment on a lecture he didn’t understand or a food he didn’t like.

Junghwan’s eyes widened instantly. He straightened up so fast that the sudden movement startled Dohoon. Junghwan’s hand left the armrest as he stood fully upright, taking a step back like he needed space. He ran a hand through his hair, fingers pushing it back from his forehead, and then he laughed.

It wasn’t a soft laugh or an amused chuckle. It was sharp, incredulous, the kind of laugh someone made when they didn’t know whether to be offended or impressed.

“You’re unbelievable,” Junghwan said, still laughing as if he couldn’t quite wrap his head around what Dohoon had just said.

He looked at Dohoon again, eyes scanning his face like he was trying to figure out if Dohoon was serious or just messing with him.

“Maybe because you don’t know how to kiss,” Junghwan said.

The words came out harsher than he probably intended. There was an edge to them, a bite that surprised even him. It was as if Dohoon’s reaction to that kiss had landed like a blow to his pride, like Junghwan had put effort into something only for it to be dismissed casually.

Dohoon noticed immediately. His eyebrows furrowed, confusion mixing with something defensive.

“What does that make you then?” Dohoon shot back. “You’re the experienced one. You should’ve—”

He stopped mid sentence. The gears in his mind started turning, thoughts rearranging themselves quickly. His expression shifted, the frown easing as realization dawned.

“Then teach me,” Dohoon said.

Junghwan’s smile vanished.

“What?” Junghwan asked, genuinely caught off guard.

“Teach me how to kiss,” Dohoon repeated, a grin spreading across his face like he hadn’t just asked for something completely outrageous. “You said I don’t know how, right? Then teach me.”

To Dohoon, it made perfect sense. If he was lacking in experience, and Junghwan had plenty of it, then the logical solution was obvious. He didn’t see why Junghwan looked so stunned, why the room suddenly felt heavier.

“You’re so…” Junghwan trailed off, shaking his head.

He took a few steps backward until the backs of his knees hit Dohoon’s bed. He sat down heavily, mattress dipping beneath him. He stared at Dohoon like he was looking at a puzzle that refused to be solved.

“Why are you requesting that like you’re asking for something so simple?” Junghwan asked, incredulous.

“Because it is simple,” Dohoon said, grin widening. “Because I trust you.”

Junghwan let out a long groan, leaning back and covering his face with his hands for a moment. He felt like his lifespan had just shortened by several years because of his roommate. His heart was pounding, and he couldn’t tell if it was irritation, panic, or something far more dangerous.

Dohoon, completely unaware of the internal crisis he was causing, stood up from his chair and walked toward Junghwan. Each step felt purposeful, and confident. When he reached the bed, he turned and swung one leg over Junghwan’s, then the other, settling himself down on Junghwan’s lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.

His hands came to rest on Junghwan’s shoulders, fingers curling lightly into the fabric of Junghwan’s shirt. The proximity was sudden, overwhelming. Junghwan could feel Dohoon’s weight, warm and solid, and could feel the heat radiating from his body.

“I saw one of your boyfriends do this,” Dohoon said casually, tone thoughtful. “When you guys were making out. So, teach me?”

Junghwan almost choked on his own saliva.

Never in his entire life had he imagined that this was how his evening would go. Dohoon, the same roommate who complained about kissing being gross, was now sitting on his lap, looking at him with wide, curious eyes, asking him to teach him how to kiss. Junghwan had imagined it once, late at night when his thoughts wandered into places they shouldn’t. That dream had haunted him when he woke up, and he’d sworn never to let himself think about it again.

And yet here it was, real and tangible.

“Wait,” Junghwan sputtered. “Why are you doing this? I haven’t agreed!”

His neck and face burned, the redness spreading further as the distance between them remained dangerously small. Dohoon’s expression shifted immediately. The confidence drained from his face, replaced by realization and embarrassment.

Right.

Junghwan hadn’t agreed yet.

Dohoon’s cheeks started to heat up, the tips of his ears burning as the implications of his actions caught up with him. His eyes widened, and he scrambled off Junghwan’s lap so fast that he nearly tripped over his own feet.

“Right,” Dohoon said, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m sorry. Oh my god. Don’t. Please don’t call the cops on me. I’m sorry.”

His words tumbled over each other as panic set in.

“That’s borderline assault,” he continued quickly. “I’m not— I swear I’m not trying to assault you!”

Junghwan watched in stunned silence as Dohoon turned around, intending to sit on the other bed, only to stop short when he realized it wasn’t his. Dohoon froze, then slowly turned back toward Junghwan, mortified.

“I’ll just,” Dohoon said, gesturing vaguely. “I’ll ask someone else. Sorry again.”

The words hit Junghwan harder than he expected.

Ask someone else.

The idea alone left a sour taste in his mouth. The thought of someone else teaching Dohoon how to kiss, someone else getting close to him, touching him, guiding him through something he clearly didn’t understand yet, made Junghwan’s chest tighten uncomfortably. It wasn’t jealousy, he told himself, it was concern. Dohoon was naive, too trusting. Someone could take advantage of that.

At least, that was the excuse Junghwan clung to.

When Dohoon reached for his chair to pull it back toward his desk, Junghwan moved without thinking. He caught Dohoon’s wrist and pulled him back.

“Wait,” Junghwan said.

Dohoon stumbled slightly, turning back to face him, eyes wide with surprise.

“I’ll do it,” Junghwan said firmly.

The words felt foreign coming out of his mouth. He didn’t know where he got the courage, or the audacity, but once they were out there, he knew he couldn’t take them back.

Dohoon stared at him, blinking slowly as if he was trying to process what he’d just heard. He turned fully toward Junghwan, body facing him now, looking down.

“Are you sure?” Dohoon asked.

Junghwan swallowed hard. His throat felt dry, and his heart was pounding so loudly he was sure Dohoon could hear it. He nodded.

“Yeah,” Junghwan said. “I’ll teach you. At least I have a lot of experience.”

Dohoon’s face lit up instantly. He broke into a wide grin, excitement shining in his eyes. He bowed slightly, playful and dramatic.

“Thanks,” Dohoon said brightly. “I’ll be in your care. So how do we do it?”

It didn’t really happen the same night, no matter how much Dohoon wanted it to. Reality had a way of intruding, especially when quizzes and deadlines were involved. As eager as Dohoon was, he still had responsibilities, and Junghwan made sure to remind him of that. Junghwan had to coax him into studying first, sitting beside him at the desk, tapping the pages of his notes when Dohoon’s attention wandered too far.

“Dohoon,” Junghwan had said that night, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. “If you fail that quiz, I’m not teaching you anything.”

Dohoon groaned dramatically, dropping his head onto his folded arms. “You’re evil.”

“I’m doing you a favor,” Junghwan replied, though there was a smile tugging at his lips. “We can do it some other time. You’ll live.”

Junghwan promised to teach him another day, and that promise hung between them like an unspoken agreement. It lingered in glances and half smiles over the next few days, in the way Dohoon seemed a little more energetic than usual, and the way Junghwan found himself thinking far too much about something that was supposed to be simple.

It took them three days.

Three long days of lectures, group discussions, shared meals, and pretending like nothing was pending between them. Junghwan tried to treat Dohoon like he always had, but there were moments when he caught himself staring. It wasn’t new, exactly. There had been a whole month once where Junghwan had looked at Dohoon secretly, appreciating him the same way one appreciated a painting in a gallery. Junghwan appreciated beautiful things, and Dohoon was undeniably that. Even their classmates said so, often enough that Junghwan had learned to tune it out.

Still, knowing that Dohoon trusted him enough to ask for something like this changed the way Junghwan’s thoughts circled.

When Dohoon finally came home from his last class of the week, he burst through the dorm door with a grin so wide it was almost blinding.

“Hyung!” Dohoon called out, voice loud and bright.

Junghwan startled in his chair, fingers slipping on his keyboard. He’d been leaning forward, focused on his screen, headset resting crookedly over one ear. He turned to look at Dohoon, blinking once, before turning his attention back to the game.

“Hyung!” Dohoon repeated, undeterred. “It’s today!”

Junghwan swallowed, his heart immediately picking up speed. “Let me just finish my game,” he said, trying to sound dismissive. “Go shower.”

Despite his tone, his thoughts were anything but calm. He’d been thinking about this for days, running through scenarios in his head, trying to figure out how to teach someone how to kiss platonically, if that was even possible. The word itself sounded ridiculous now. Kissing had never been platonic for him. It had always been tied to want, to attraction, to something warm and heady.

And Dohoon was attractive. Junghwan couldn’t deny that. He’d tried to, once or twice, brush it off as simple appreciation, but it was REALLY hard to ignore. Dohoon’s smile, the way he talked animatedly with his hands, the way he looked so comfortable just being himself. Junghwan admired him quietly from a distance that felt safe.

Dohoon nodded immediately, excitement bubbling over. He dropped his bag and books on the floor near his bed without much care and grabbed a fresh set of clothes before heading to the bathroom.

Junghwan leaned back in his chair and let out a groan, pulling his headset off. He wasn’t sure if it was because he’d just died in the game or because his nerves were tying themselves into knots. Either way, backing out wasn’t an option. Not when Dohoon had mentioned asking someone else. Junghwan’s jaw clenched at the thought. There was no way in hell he’d let that happen.

When the sound of running water stopped and the bathroom door opened, Junghwan closed his laptop and pushed it aside. He swiveled his chair slowly to face Dohoon, bracing himself.

Dohoon stepped out, hair slightly damp, skin fresh from the shower. He was wearing a matching purple silk pajama set, the fabric catching the light softly. It wasn’t new. Dohoon liked wearing pajamas to bed instead of oversized shirts or nothing at all, unlike Junghwan, who usually just went topless without a second thought. But seeing Dohoon like this, knowing what was about to happen, made Junghwan see him differently.

Junghwan swallowed hard, hoping he could keep his body under control as Dohoon approached.

“Do I sit on your lap?” Dohoon asked, tilting his head, genuinely curious.

Junghwan could’ve said no. He could’ve suggested standing, or sitting side by side on the bed, anything safer. Instead, he nodded, the motion small but deliberate. He immediately wondered if he’d lost his mind.

Dohoon glanced at the chair Junghwan had been sitting on, then back at him. “I don’t think that can take both of our weights,” he said with a chuckle. He pointed at the bed instead. “How about you teach me there?”

Junghwan nodded again, almost absentmindedly. He stood up and moved to his own bed, sitting down near the edge. A part of him thought he should’ve chosen Dohoon’s bed instead, if only to avoid associating this moment with his own space later, but it was too late. Dohoon was already there.

Dohoon stepped closer, then swung one leg over Junghwan’s, then the other, straddling him before settling onto his lap. Junghwan wanted to scream. He held it in, hands clenching briefly at his sides before he forced himself to relax. He looked up at Dohoon, who was looking right back at him, eyes open and trusting.

Dohoon’s arms rested on Junghwan’s shoulders, fingers light but steady. Junghwan’s breath hitched despite himself. He placed one hand on Dohoon’s waist, careful, grounding himself in the contact. His other hand lifted, settling at the back of Dohoon’s head, fingers threading gently into his hair.

“Dohoon,” Junghwan said quietly. “Are you really sure about this?”

Dohoon nodded, expression determined. “I wouldn’t be here on your lap if I wasn’t.”

Junghwan let out a shaky laugh. “Alright. Stop yapping,” he said, trying to lighten the mood. 

Junghwan took a deep breath. “Okay,” he said more to himself than to Dohoon. “First, relax. You’re too stiff. This isn’t an exam.”

Dohoon chuckled and shifted slightly, trying to loosen up.

“Good,” Junghwan murmured. “Now, listen to me. Kissing isn’t about rushing. You don’t just smash your face into someone’s. It’s about feeling the moment. Eyes can be open or closed; whatever feels natural. For the first press, keep your eyes open to gauge the distance. Close it once you meet.”

He tilted Dohoon’s chin up gently with his thumb. “You let your lips meet theirs naturally. Soft. Like this.”

Junghwan tilted his head slightly to the right, a habit from his experience, and waited. Dohoon mirrored him, leaning forward inch by inch. The air between them thickened, charged with anticipation. Junghwan’s heart hammered louder, echoing in his ears.

He’s really doing this. We’re really doing this.

As Dohoon’s face drew nearer, Junghwan felt the warmth radiating from his skin, the subtle hitch in his breath.

Their lips met—soft, and tentative. It was just a press, like Junghwan had said, no movement, no tongue, nothing more. Dohoon’s mouth was warm against his, plush, and unmoving. Junghwan held still, counting silently to three in his head to let the contact linger without overwhelming. The sensation sent shivers down his spine, unexpected and electric. He could feel the faint texture of Dohoon’s lips, smooth from lipbalm maybe, and the way they molded slightly under pressure.

After a moment, Junghwan pulled back first, just a fraction, his breath shaky. “Feel that?” Junghwan asked quietly. “That’s the basic press. It’s about the connection, not the force. You don’t push hard; you let your lips rest together.” His voice wavered, and he hoped Dohoon attributed it to the tutorial, not the flutter in his chest.

Dohoon licked his lips unconsciously, nodding. “Felt… fine. Simple, like you said. But what if it’s too dry? Or too wet?”

Junghwan’s mind blanked for a second, the proximity making it hard to think straight. Dohoon’s thighs bracketed his, solid and warm through their jeans. He forced himself to focus. “Moisture is the key, but not saliva. Lips should be soft, maybe a little damp from your own mouth. Lick your lips lightly before if they’re chapped.” He demonstrated again, running his tongue over his bottom lip quickly. Watching Dohoon do the same made Junghwan’s throat dry.

“G-good. Now, don’t keep your lips tight,” Junghwan continued. “Relax them. You can part them slightly. It makes things smoother.”

Junghwan pressed their lips together again, this time guiding Dohoon with gentle pressure. He shifted the angle just a bit, tilting his head, moving slowly so Dohoon could follow. He pulled back again, watching Dohoon carefully.

“You can breathe through your nose,” Junghwan said with a small smile. “No one’s drowning.”

Dohoon let out a nervous laugh.

“When you’re ready,” Junghwan said, voice softer now, “you can respond. Press back a little. Let your lips move with mine.”

He leaned in again, kissing Dohoon slowly, encouraging him. This time, Dohoon followed, tentative at first, then a little more confident. Junghwan hummed approvingly.

“That’s it,” Junghwan whispered. “You’re doing fine. Always opposite directions to avoid nose bumping.”

He deepened the kiss slightly, still careful, showing Dohoon how to move his lips in a slow rhythm, how to pull back just enough before leaning in again, licking his lip. His hand at the back of Dohoon’s head stayed steady, supportive rather than demanding, guiding without forcing.

“See?” Junghwan murmured between kisses. “It’s not about thinking too much. You just feel it.”

When they finally pulled away, it was Dohoon who broke first.

He drew back just enough to separate their lips, chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. His breathing came out uneven, a little shallow, like he hadn’t quite figured out the rhythm yet. Junghwan noticed immediately. He always did. Dohoon was still unfamiliar with these things, still learning how to breathe through his nose while kissing, still forgetting that he didn’t have to hold everything in all at once.

Junghwan stayed still, letting him recover. He didn’t chase the kiss, didn’t lean forward again even though every instinct in him wanted to. He could feel Dohoon’s weight on his lap, warm and solid, feel the faint tremor in the way Dohoon exhaled. It was obvious how affected he was, how flustered and undone he looked just from something as simple as kissing.

And damn, Junghwan thought, that was dangerous.

Dohoon’s cheeks were flushed now, color blooming across his face in a way that made Junghwan’s chest tighten. His lips were slightly swollen, parted as he dragged in another breath. He looked dazed, eyes unfocused for a second before lifting to meet Junghwan’s gaze again. Junghwan didn’t know if he wanted this to end. The thought of stopping felt wrong, unfinished, like putting a book down in the middle of a chapter.

But he couldn’t push Dohoon for more. Not when this was still new to him. Not when this was supposed to be teaching, not taking.

Junghwan softened his grip, the hand that had been steady at the back of Dohoon’s head sliding forward to cup his cheek instead. His thumb brushed lightly against Dohoon’s skin, a grounding touch meant to anchor him rather than pull him back in.

“Do you want to rest,” Junghwan asked quietly, voice low and careful, “or do you want to continue?”

Dohoon didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he leaned into Junghwan’s hand, cheek pressing instinctively against his palm like it was the most natural thing in the world. The contact was subtle, almost unconscious, but Junghwan felt it like a jolt. He swallowed, fingers tightening just slightly as he fought the urge to pull Dohoon back into another kiss.

God, Junghwan thought, he really shouldn’t want this so much.

Dohoon blinked, finally focusing properly. He looked at Junghwan for a long moment, eyes searching his face, then did something that made Junghwan’s thoughts scatter entirely.

He licked his lower lip.

It was a small, absent movement, probably meant to wet his lips after kissing, but it sent a sharp awareness through Junghwan anyway. He inhaled slowly through his nose, steadying himself, then let out a short laugh to break the tension.

“Was I good though?” Dohoon asked.

His hands were still resting on Junghwan’s shoulders, fingers relaxed, thumbs brushing the fabric of Junghwan’s shirt. The question itself sounded innocent enough, genuinely curious, but the way he asked it, eyes bright and hopeful, made Junghwan blink in surprise.

He hadn’t expected that.

Junghwan chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “You’re learning,” he said.

It was the safest answer he could give. The truth was messier. The truth was that Junghwan had completely blanked out when Dohoon started responding to the kiss, when his lips moved back with that tentative trust. The truth was that for a moment, Junghwan had forgotten this was supposed to be instruction.

“I see,” Dohoon said, nodding thoughtfully. “Not good enough then.”

He smiled, unbothered, like this was all part of the process. “Continue?”

Junghwan couldn’t help it. A smile spread across his face, wide and unguarded. It surprised even him. He hoped Dohoon wouldn’t question it later, or ever, because Junghwan wasn’t sure he could explain it.

“Got it,” Junghwan said.

His eyes searched Dohoon’s face again, lingering just a second longer than necessary. He felt heat creep up his neck, ears burning as he hesitated.

“Are you… are you okay if I… uh…”

He trailed off, suddenly unsure how to phrase it without sounding ridiculous.

Dohoon frowned slightly, confused at first. Then understanding dawned, and he laughed softly.

“Use of tongue?” Dohoon asked, amused. “I brushed my teeth and gargled thoroughly. Don’t worry.”

Junghwan almost choked.

He turned his head slightly and laughed awkwardly, hand briefly lifting to cover his mouth. “Yeah,” he said, clearing his throat. “Yeah. Okay.”

He took a moment to compose himself before looking back at Dohoon. This time, his expression was more serious, more focused.

“Alright,” Junghwan said. “Listen to me again. We’re still taking it slow.”

Dohoon nodded immediately, attentive.

“Okay.” Junghwan said, his words measured, as if testing the waters himself. “Tongue kissing or French kissing, whatever you call it, is about deepening the connection. It’s not just shoving it in; that’s a common mistake. You build up to it.” His words tumbled out, instructional yet hesitant, as if saying them aloud made the reality more tangible. He placed his hands on Dohoon’s waist, the gesture grounding him amid the swirl of nerves.

Dohoon tilted his head, curiosity lighting his features. “Build up? How? From the press?”

“Exactly,” Junghwan replied, grateful for the chance to structure it. “Start with what we did, then when your lips are parted, and moving together, you introduce the tip of your tongue. Lightly. Touch the inside of their lower lip first, or trace the edge. It’s like… testing permission.” He paused, demonstrating vaguely by touching his own tongue to his lip, the motion awkward in the open air. Watching Dohoon mimic it made Junghwan’s stomach flip.

“Permission, got it,” Dohoon echoed, his hands sliding down to rest on Junghwan’s chest, fingers splaying over the thin fabric of his t-shirt. The touch was casual, but it anchored them closer. “Show me. Like before, hyung. Lead.”

Junghwan’s heart stuttered. He leaned in, their foreheads nearly touching first, breaths warm and mingling. He tilted his head right, guiding Dohoon’s left with a gentle nudge under his jaw. Lips met in a familiar press—soft, aligned, holding for those three counts. Then, JUnghwan parted his mouth slightly, his lower lip dragging down along Dohoon’s, inviting without words.

Dohoon followed, his lips yielding, the motion smoother now from practice. Junghwan felt the subtle parting, the way Dohoon’s breath hitched. ‘Now,’ Junghwan thought, nerves peaking. He extended the tip of his tongue, just a brush—light as a feather—against the soft inside of Dohoon’s lower lip. It was tentative, a mere touch, tasting the warmth and faint salt of skin.

Dohoon froze for a split second, then relaxed, a soft exhale escaping him. He didn’t pull away; instead, his tongue responded in kind, flicking out to mirror the touch on Junghwan’s lip. The contact was electric, a spark made Junghwan’s toes curl in his socks. It was brief, just a second, before Junghwan eased back, lips separating with a quiet sound.

“How was that?” Junghwan asked, voice barely above whisper, his eyes searching Dohoon’s face. Up close, he noticed the faint pink on Dohoon’s cheek, the way his lashes cast shadows.

Dohoon licked his lips, pondering. “Warm. Kinda surprising, but not bad. Ticklish at first.” He smiled, the expression easing Junghwan’s tension. “Your turn to receive. I’ll try.”

Junghwan nodded, though his insides twisted with anticipation. They leaned in again. Dohoon’s tongue came first this time, a tentative tip tracing Junghwan’s lower lip’s inner edge. The sensation was intimate, wet and warm, sending a shiver racing down Junghwan’s spine. He parted further, allowing it, his own tongue staying still to let Dohoon explore.

It lingered a beat longer, Dohoon gaining confidence, the touch growing bolder yet still soft. Junghwan’s hands tightened on Dohoon’s waist, fingers pressing into the give of muscle beneath the shirt. When they pulled apart, Junghwan’s lips tingled, a flush creeping up his neck.

“G-good,” he managed, clearing his throat. “You did it right. Gentle entry. Now, the next part: once permission’s there, you can let tongues meet. But softly. No wrestling; think of it as dancing. Circle, touch, retreat.”

“Dancing. Okay.” Dohoon adjusted his straddle, knees sinking deeper into the mattress, bringing their chests flush. The proximity made Junghwan hyper-aware of every point of contact—the heat of thighs, the steady thrum of Dohoon’s heartbeat against his.

They kissed once more. Junghwan initiated the meeting this time, his tongue slipping past Dohoon’s parted lips to touch the tip of his. It was a soft nudge, then a circle—slow, exploratory, tasting the warmth of Dohoon’s mouth. Dohoon’s tongue responded, curling lightly around Junghwan’s, the motion tentative but eager.

Junghwan’s world narrowed to that point—the slick slide, the shared breath, the way Dohoon’s tongue pressed back gently. It wasn’t aggressive; it was exploratory, tongues brushing and retreating in a rhythm that built heat without rushing. His nervousness faded into the sensation, replaced by a focused haze.

They parted after a long moment, lips glossy, breaths coming quicker. Dohoon’s cheeks were pink now, his usual confidence softened by the intimacy. “That… felt different. Deeper.” His voice was husky, hands still on Junghwan’s chest.

“Yeah.” Junghwan agreed, his own voice rough. “It’s intimate. Adds layers. But control the pressure, don’t push too hard, or it gets overwhelming.” He paused, gathering his thoughts, the weight of Dohoon in his lap a constant distraction. “Practice varying it. Start with the tip touch, then full circle, then pull back to lips only.”

Dohoon nodded, leaning in without prompting. Their lips met, the sequence unfolding under his lead. Tip touch, light and teasing. Then circle, tongues entwining softly, a slow swirl that made Junghwan hum low in his throat. Retreat to lips, gliding, before diving back in. The variation built tension, each phase heightening the last.

Junghwan participated fully now, his tongue meeting Dohoon’s in the dance—circling, flicking lightly, tasting the subtle mint of his mouth. Hands roamed lightly; Junghwan’s slid up Dohoon’s back under the shirt hem, feeling the warm skin, while Dohoon’s fingers threaded into Junghwan’s hair at the nape, tugging gently.

Time stretched, the tutorial deepening. Junghwan broke away to instruct: “Breathe through your nose. And use or lips too. Don’t forget to suckle lightly on the tongue or lip.” He demonstrated by capturing Dohoon’s lip between his, sucking softly before releasing.

Dohoon’s eyes darkened, and he tried it. Lips pressing, tongue extending, then a gentle suck on Junghwan’s tongue tip. The pull was exquisite, drawing a gasp from Junghwan.

“Like that?”

“Perfect,” Junghwan breathed, pulling him back in. Their mouths fused now, tongues exploring with more assurance; circling, pressing, retreating. Lips sucked and nipped softly, the sounds wet and intimate in the quiet room. Junghwan’s nervousness had evaporated, replaced by immersion; he guided with touches, tilting Dohoon’s head for better angle.

As they continued, Junghwan introduced making out proper. “This is where it becomes a full makeout—sustained, with rhythm. No rushing to end; let it flow. Hands can wander, but keep focus on the mouth.” His words were murmured against Dohoon’s lips, the kiss resuming immediately.

Dohoon took the cue, his straddle shifting as he pressed closer, hips aligning. Tongues danced in earnest now; full strokes, lips parting wide, breaths ragged through noses. Junghwan’s hands explored Dohoon’s back, tracing spine muscles, while Dohoon cupped Junghwan’s face, thumbs stroking jawlines.

Minutes blurred into a haze. Junghwan pulled back occasionally to teach: “Nibble the lip between tongue strokes.” Dohoon did, teeth grazing Junghwan’s upper lip softly, followed by a soothing lick. Junghwan reciprocated, the bite-tongue combo sparking fire.

Junghwan noticed it immediately, the way Dohoon leaned in just a little too fast, the way his lips didn’t quite line up the first second before he adjusted. There was hesitation there, mixed with eagerness, like someone trying to remember instructions while doing the actual task. Junghwan could’ve pointed it out. He could’ve pulled back and corrected him right away, could’ve said something teasing or instructional.

But he didn’t.

Not when Dohoon’s arms came up to wrap loosely around Junghwan’s neck, fingers resting there like he belonged. The contact was light, not possessive, but it sent a quiet jolt through Junghwan’s spine anyway. Not when Dohoon, clearly remembering what he had been told, started swiping his tongue along Junghwan’s upper lip in an awkward but deliberate attempt to coax his lips open. It wasn’t smooth. It wasn’t practiced. But it was earnest, and that alone made Junghwan’s lips curve into a faint smile before he yielded and parted them.

Dohoon was trying.

Junghwan could feel it in the way Dohoon followed every instruction almost to the letter, like he was determined to ace a test. His movements were careful, measured, sometimes a beat too slow, sometimes a bit too eager. His tongue brushed where Junghwan had shown him, retreated, then returned with more confidence. There was no arrogance in it, no attempt to dominate the kiss. Just curiosity and focus, like Dohoon was cataloguing every sensation, every reaction, storing it away.

Junghwan adjusted subtly, guiding without overpowering, responding when Dohoon moved correctly, easing things when he got a bit lost. He kept it a bit grounded, reminding himself again and again that this wasn’t about him. This was teaching. This was helping.

When they finally pulled away, Junghwan expected Dohoon to do what he’d done before. Breathe. Laugh nervously. Ask another question.

Instead, Dohoon did something that made Junghwan’s mind short circuit.

As they parted, Dohoon leaned in just enough to catch Junghwan’s lower lip between his teeth. The pressure was light, controlled, but unmistakably a bite, not the gentle nibble Junghwan had shown him before. It lasted only a second, but it was deliberate. And then Dohoon pulled back with a grin on his face, bright and teasing, like he knew exactly what he’d just done.

Junghwan’s thoughts went haywire.

That wasn’t what he’d taught him. He’d shown Dohoon how to nibble, how to be soft and tentative, not this confident little bite as they pulled apart. Dohoon doing it unprompted, playful enough to smile afterward, like he’d decided to experiment and owned it completely? Junghwan’s chest tightened, heat rushing through him so fast it was almost dizzying.

For one dangerous second, Junghwan wanted to pin Dohoon down on the bed behind him and forget every boundary he’d carefully built. The image flashed unbidden in his mind, vivid and unwelcome. He swallowed hard, jaw tightening as he forced it away.

He couldn’t do that. He wouldn’t. He was here to teach, not to take advantage of Dohoon’s curiosity or trust.

“Hey,” a voice cut through his thoughts. “Earth to Junghwanie hyung.”

Junghwan blinked, realization snapping back into place as he focused on Dohoon again. Dohoon was still straddling him, still close, looking at him with that same grin, eyes bright like he’d just accomplished something big.

“Seeing you so out of it,” Dohoon continued, amused, “I don’t know if I did a good job or not.”

Junghwan stared at him for a moment, trying to collect himself. His heart was still pounding, his thoughts still a mess. He wanted to ask Dohoon if he was joking. If he was teasing him on purpose, if he was trying to get a reaction, to push buttons he didn’t even know existed.

But then he remembered the clumsiness of the kiss. The way Dohoon had followed instructions so literally, so earnestly. It was obvious that Dohoon wasn’t trying to mess with him. He really was just there to learn.

Junghwan cleared his throat. “Still learning,” he said, forcing his tone to stay neutral. “Still clumsy.”

He purposely downplayed it, refused to give Dohoon the satisfaction of knowing how affected he’d been. He couldn’t let Dohoon have the upper hand. He already knew the younger would be insufferably smug if he realized the effect he had.

“I see,” Dohoon said, nodding seriously, like he was taking feedback. Then he pushed himself off Junghwan’s lap, standing up. He grinned, stretching his arms slightly. “I’ll just need to practice then.”

Junghwan froze.

Of all the things he expected Dohoon to say, that wasn’t one of them. His mouth fell open before he could stop himself, shock written plainly across his face.

“Wait,” Junghwan said quickly. “Wait. I thought you said you just want to know the appeal of kissing? Have you… have you not seen it yet?”

He almost sputtered the words, confusion and something sharper mixing in his chest. Dohoon turned back to look at him, tilting his head thoughtfully.

“You told me that I’m not a good kisser,” Dohoon said with a grin. “That’s why I can’t see the appeal.”

“That’s not what I—” Junghwan stopped himself, groaning and running a hand through his hair. “Just… just if you want to practice, do it with me.”

The words came out faster than he intended, more force behind them than necessary. He didn’t even try to hide it anymore. He wasn’t about to lose Dohoon to someone else. The thought alone made his stomach twist. He wasn’t about to let Dohoon go off and kiss another person, not when Junghwan could keep him safe, keep things controlled.

“If you want to practice,” Junghwan added, more firmly now, “I’ll help you.”

Dohoon studied him for a moment, then chuckled. He reached out and ruffled Junghwan’s hair casually, a familiar gesture that Junghwan hated with a passion, especially considering he was older.

“But won’t you get bored if you’re not dating anyone?” Dohoon asked, completely serious. “You’re quite a serial dater. And I don’t think it’s good if I kiss you while you’re dating someone else.”

Junghwan stiffened immediately, shaking his head a little too fast. He could feel desperation creeping up, and he hoped it didn’t show.

“No!” he said quickly. “No, don’t worry. I won’t date anyone while I… while we’re in this kind of thing. And I’m not a serial dater.”

He crossed his arms and huffed, defensive.

Dohoon just smiled, clearly unconvinced. “Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night, hyung.”

With that, he turned and retreated to his own bed, flopping down comfortably like nothing monumental had just happened between them.

It really did not end that night, no matter how much Junghwan told himself that it should have. What happened between them was not a one time thing that could be neatly folded away and forgotten. Instead, it became something that slipped into their routine quietly, almost naturally, until it no longer felt strange to either of them.

At first, it happened cautiously.

Dohoon would hesitate at the edge of Junghwan’s space, hovering like he was testing the waters. He would ask in that careful voice of his, the one he used when he was unsure but trying not to show it. “Hyung… can we practice again?” And Junghwan, despite the warning bells in his head and the tight feeling in his chest, would sigh and nod. He always nodded.

Sometimes it was planned. Sometimes it was not.

There were nights when Dohoon would climb onto Junghwan’s lap again, settling there like it was the most natural place to be. He would hook his arms loosely around Junghwan’s neck, ask a question or two about what he should do differently, and then lean in. Other times, it happened without a word. Junghwan would be sitting at his desk, headset on, fingers moving quickly over his keyboard as he played some online game, fully focused on the screen.

Then Dohoon would appear in his peripheral vision.

A hand would reach out, fingers curling gently around Junghwan’s chin, tilting his head away from the screen. Junghwan would barely have time to protest before Dohoon’s lips pressed against his. Soft at first, then lingering. Junghwan would freeze for a split second every time, heart slamming against his ribs, before instinct took over and he kissed him back.

Those were the moments Junghwan wanted to scream.

Not because the kisses were bad. They were not. Dohoon was still learning, still a little awkward, but he was improving fast. Too fast. Junghwan could feel it in the way Dohoon moved with more confidence, the way he knew how long to linger, when to pull back, when to press closer. Junghwan wanted to scream because every kiss made it harder to pretend this was just practice.

There were moments when Junghwan would pull away, breathless, and look at Dohoon like he was about to confess everything. He would think about grabbing Dohoon by the shoulders, sitting him down, and telling him the truth. That maybe Junghwan had crossed a line. That maybe he was taking advantage of Dohoon’s innocence and curiosity. That maybe this was no longer fair.

But then Dohoon would smile, completely unaware of the storm in Junghwan’s head.

Dohoon would shuffle closer, lean against Junghwan’s side, and ask something simple. “Wanna game together?” Or, “Can we watch a movie?” Sometimes he would rest his head on Junghwan’s shoulder like it belonged there, warm and heavy, grounding Junghwan in place.

And Junghwan would give in every time.

They would end up sharing a screen, sharing snacks, sharing quiet laughter. Junghwan would let Dohoon choose the movie, would let him talk through half of it, would let him fall asleep halfway through and snore softly. Junghwan would sit there, awake, staring at the wall, painfully aware of how close Dohoon was.

By then, Junghwan knew the truth, even if he did not want to admit it out loud.

He was painfully attracted to Dohoon, though he knew even before that he was attracted to his roommate, he just won’t accept it.

It was not just physical, though that was certain there. It was the way Dohoon laughed with his whole body, sometimes almost draping over Junghwan. The way he asked questions so seriously. The way he trusted Junghwan so completely. Junghwan knew no one was coming to save him from this mess. Not unless he did something himself.

And one night, he finally did.

They had just pulled away from another kiss, one that lingered longer than usual. Dohoon was smiling, cheeks warm, eyes bright. Junghwan’s hand was still resting on Dohoon’s waist, fingers digging in slightly like he was afraid to let go.

Junghwan swallowed and made a decision that felt like it was tearing him in half.

“You’re doing amazing already,” Junghwan said, his voice a little unsteady. His eyes shook, betraying him, as he looked at Dohoon after the short makeout session with his roommate. His roommate that he was undeniably attracted to.

Dohoon blinked at him, clearly surprised. He grinned wider and then flopped back onto Junghwan’s bed, staring up at the ceiling. “Am I really?”

Junghwan hummed in agreement, then slowly turned his head to look down at Dohoon. His chest felt tight, his words heavy on his tongue. “That’s why I think we can stop this… this practice now.”

The moment the words left his mouth, Junghwan wanted to take them back. He wanted to bite his own tongue, wanted to rewind time. But he knew if they kept going, if he kept letting this continue, his heart would not survive it.

Dohoon sat up immediately, confusion written all over his face. He turned fully toward Junghwan, brows furrowed. “I… what do you mean, hyung?”

“Exactly what I mean, Dohoon ah,” Junghwan replied softly. He could not bring himself to meet Dohoon’s eyes. Instead, he stared at Dohoon’s bangs, at the curve of his ear, anywhere but where Dohoon was looking.

There was a pause; a long one.

Dohoon did not speak right away. When he finally nodded, it was slow, thoughtful. “Okay,” he said quietly. Then he smiled, small and polite. “Thank you though. I learned a lot from you, hyung.”

He let out a soft chuckle, like he was trying to keep things light, and pushed himself off Junghwan’s bed. He walked back to his own bed on the other side of the room, movements unhurried.

“And I think… I think I found the appeal of kissing,” Dohoon added as he sat down. “I’m not entirely sure.”

Junghwan opened his mouth, then closed it again. There were so many things he wanted to ask. What appeal? When did you realize? Did you enjoy it? Did you enjoy me? But he said none of it.

That night, they kept their distance.

They said their good nights like usual, voices calm, normal. Then they turned off the lights and went to sleep. Junghwan lay awake for hours, staring at the ceiling, listening to Dohoon’s breathing from across the room.

It had been two, maybe three weeks since they stopped.

The day after Junghwan ended it, everything went back to normal. Or at least, they tried to act like it did. They talked the same way. They joked the same way. They lived together the same way. But there were moments when the air felt different, heavier.

Sometimes Dohoon would pause mid sentence, like he was about to reach out and then thought better of it. Sometimes Junghwan would catch Dohoon looking at him when he thought he was not being noticed.

Still, neither of them crossed the line again.

“Earth to Kim Dohoon?”

Dohoon snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of a finger snapping near his face. He blinked and turned to see Jihoon looking at him with a raised brow.

“You’ve been spacing out,” Jihoon said. “What’s up?”

Dohoon stared at him for a few seconds, expression unreadable. Then, as if deciding something, he spoke. “Hey, Jihoon. Would you kiss me if I asked?”

Jihoon immediately backed away, chair screeching loudly. “Kim Dohoon, what the fuck are you even saying? Of course no. What the fuck. Why would I kiss you?”

Dohoon frowned, clearly offended. “What do you mean? I’m attractive.”

“I didn’t say you’re not,” Jihoon said quickly. “It’s just that we’re friends. I don’t see you like that. No offense.”

Dohoon sighed, shoulders dropping. “Then what if I want to kiss my roomie?”

Jihoon gasped and practically slid back into the seat beside Dohoon, leaning in close. “You mean THE Shin Junghwan? I mean, no offense, but I don’t think he’d want to kiss his roommate either. That’d be awkward as hell afterward.”

“What if I tell you that he’s been teaching me?”

Jihoon’s eyes widened, and a scream escaped him before he could stop it. Several classmates turned to look. Jihoon muttered a quick apology before leaning closer again.

“What the fuck do you mean?!” he demanded.

“We’ve been making out,” Dohoon said flatly. “All that shit.”

Jihoon stared at him, stunned. “Are you guys dating? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“We are not dating,” Dohoon said firmly.

Jihoon pressed his lips into a thin line. “So two roommates have been kissing platonically? No homo? Just lips and tongue and bro stuff? What the fuck?”

“Shut up,” Dohoon snapped. “That’s… we stopped though. He ended it. He said I’m good already or something.”

Jihoon studied him, eyes sharp. “You got attached, didn’t you? Oh my god! Did our Dohoonie fall for the great Shin Junghwan?”

“No,” Dohoon said quickly. “What are you even saying?”

“Then why are you acting like you got rejected?” Jihoon shot back.

“I don’t know,” Dohoon admitted, sighing. “I just… he stopped it suddenly.”

He frowned, thinking. “Could’ve given a day’s notice or something so I can do my best for the last time, I guess?”

Jihoon looked horrified. “Are you hearing yourself?”

“What?” Dohoon asked. “Isn’t it basic courtesy to give a heads up?”

“I don’t know,” Jihoon said, laughing despite himself. “Your setup is weird. Also, why are you even so bummed? He probably got into a relationship that’s why he stopped it anyway. Especially if you guys were just platonically tying tongues.”

Dohoon fell quiet at that.

Ah.

He had forgotten about that. He had forgotten about the romantic side of Junghwan. Junghwan once told him that even though most of his relationships did not last long, he liked the romance. He liked dates, he liked doing romantic things, things he could not do with Dohoon.

The thought of Junghwan getting into a relationship made Dohoon’s chest ache, sharp and sudden, for reasons he could not quite explain.

Dohoon dragged himself back to their dorm after that conversation with Jihoon, his steps heavy and uncoordinated, like his body was moving on autopilot while his mind lagged several meters behind. The hallway lights felt too bright, buzzing faintly above him, and every laugh he heard from passing students grated on his nerves. He replayed Jihoon’s words over and over again, each one sinking deeper than the last.

How weird the setup was.

How friends don’t make out with friends.

How much of a saint Junghwan had been for even agreeing to teach him.

How Junghwan probably got tired of it because he was not getting anything out of it.

It was just Dohoon taking and taking and taking.

Dohoon swallowed hard as he reached their floor. His chest already felt tight, like someone had wrapped a band around it and kept pulling. He tried to reason with himself as he walked down the familiar hallway. Jihoon was dramatic. Jihoon always exaggerated things. Just because something sounded strange when explained out loud did not mean it was wrong.

But the more he thought about it, the more his thoughts turned ugly.

Junghwan really had not been getting anything from it. Dohoon had been the one learning, improving, enjoying. Junghwan had been patient, guiding, holding back. Maybe Junghwan had finally realized how unfair it was. Maybe Junghwan had finally wanted something real. Someone who wanted him romantically, properly, without confusion.

When Dohoon reached their dorm room, he slowed down.

The door was slightly ajar.

He pushed it open and froze when he saw someone stepping out. A stranger. Someone he did not recognize. Tall, unfamiliar, holding their phone while slipping on their shoes. They nodded politely at Dohoon before leaving without a word.

Dohoon stood there long after the door closed again.

His chest constricted even tighter, like the air had been sucked out of his lungs. His mind immediately filled in the blanks without mercy. The stranger must have been Junghwan’s date. Maybe they had been laughing together. Maybe they had sat on Junghwan’s bed. Maybe they had kissed.

Maybe Junghwan had kissed them the same way he used to kiss Dohoon.

“Welcome back, Dohoonie,” Junghwan said cheerfully from his computer chair, spinning slightly to look at him. “Have you eaten dinner yet? I left some takeout for you.”

Junghwan was smiling, casual, relaxed. Like nothing was wrong.

Dohoon stood at the entrance, the door clicking shut behind him, the sound echoing louder than it should have. He stared at Junghwan, his lips pressed into a thin line, his hands clenched at his sides. He forced himself to shake his head.

“Thanks, hyung,” he said stiffly. “I’m not really hungry though.”

Before Junghwan could respond, Dohoon walked past him toward his wardrobe. He yanked it open, grabbed a random set of clothes, and headed straight for the bathroom.

He locked the door behind him and leaned against it, eyes squeezed shut.

The stranger’s face replayed in his mind. The timing. The coincidence. Before, Dohoon would not have cared. Junghwan had always dated. Junghwan had always brought people over. Dohoon had accepted it as a fact of life, something normal and distant.

But now, it felt different.

The shower water poured over him as he stepped under it, hot and relentless. He scrubbed at his skin harder than necessary, like he could wash the thoughts away. Images formed anyway. Junghwan laughing with someone else. Junghwan touching someone else. Junghwan doing all the romantic things he liked to do, things Dohoon could never offer.

Maybe that was why Junghwan stopped it so suddenly.

Maybe Junghwan got sick of the arrangement because he was not gaining anything from it. Because it was not romantic. Because it was not real. Because Dohoon was just… there.

Dohoon’s throat tightened.

Maybe Junghwan could have just told him the truth. Maybe Junghwan could have said he wanted something more, something different. Maybe Junghwan could have admitted that he wanted romance, dates, affection that meant something. Maybe Junghwan could have said he was tired of teaching someone who did not even know what he wanted.

But if Junghwan had told him, what would Dohoon have done?

It was not like Junghwan would ask him to be his boyfriend.

Would he?

Dohoon froze.

The water kept running as he slowly crouched down, curling in on himself, arms wrapping around his knees. His thoughts spiraled faster, darker.

Was he even Junghwan’s type?

“Oh fuck,” Dohoon muttered, the word slipping out before he could stop it.

Why was he even thinking about that? Why did it matter? Why did the idea of Junghwan choosing someone else hurt so much?

“Fuck,” he shouted this time, his voice echoing off the bathroom walls.

The realization hit him hard and merciless. The jealousy… the possessiveness… the ache in his chest… the way he felt like something had been taken away from him without warning.

He liked Junghwan.

No. He might have fallen for Junghwan.

The thought made heat rush all over his body, embarrassment and panic mixing together. He had never felt like this before. Never liked someone romantically. Never imagined dating. Never wanted anyone in that way. Until Junghwan.

A knock on the door made him flinch.

“Hey, Dohoon?” Junghwan’s voice came from the other side, concerned. “Are you okay?”

Dohoon’s eyes darted to the door. He squeezed them shut, heart racing.

“I’m fine,” he called back quickly. “I just accidentally hit my hand on the sink.”

He hated how shaky his voice sounded. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, trying to bury the realization before it could consume him.

When he finally turned off the shower and changed into his blue pajama set, he felt drained. Exhausted. Raw.

He opened the bathroom door and froze.

Junghwan was sitting on Dohoon’s bed, a cold compress in his hand, waiting.

“Where’s the hand that hit the sink?” Junghwan asked gently, looking up at him. “Let’s get that iced up or it’ll swell badly.”

Dohoon stood there, unmoving. His heart skipped painfully. Why was Junghwan doing this? Why was he so caring? Why was he making it so hard?

Did he not have someone already?

“Dohoon?” Junghwan called again when he did not respond.

“Hyung, please leave me alone,” Dohoon blurted out.

The words shocked both of them.

Dohoon slapped his hand over his mouth, eyes widening. “I mean, I can do it myself. Don’t… ah fuck.” He groaned, frustration spilling over.

“Shin Junghwan, I hate you.”

Junghwan stared at him, baffled. “What? What did I even do?”

“Hyung, full offense,” Dohoon said, voice rising despite himself. “I feel bad for those people who dated you. Oh my god.”

Junghwan frowned deeply. “I was just trying to ice up your hand. Why am I being judged?”

“You’re so… you’re so cunning,” Dohoon snapped, though the word barely made sense even to him.

He paced a little, fingers running through his hair. He was angry, frustrated, overwhelmed. Junghwan was too caring, too nice, too attentive. That was why people fell for him. That was why Dohoon fell for him… and maybe because he’s a great kisser, but that’s beside the point. Junghwan never turned anyone down. He dated because he did not want to hurt people. He was romantic in a way that felt effortless and dangerous.

And Dohoon hated it.

He hated that he would never get to experience that side of Junghwan. Dating his roommate, the same one he asked to teach him how to kiss, would be awkward, messy, cliché.

Dohoon hated clichés.

Junghwan just blinked at him, mouth hanging open, eyebrows knit in confusion. “The hell are you saying?”

“Also,” Dohoon continued, voice shaking, “you should’ve just told me if you wanted to date someone. Not stop whatever we were doing abruptly. You could’ve just told me that you missed romance. Why would you even lie to me and say I was already good? Just to get out of our arrangement?”

Junghwan’s expression shifted, confusion giving way to disbelief. “Are you mental?!”

“No,” Dohoon said quickly. “Fuck. No. Or maybe I am.” He laughed weakly, then stopped. “I’m blaming you, hyung. For everything. Why did you just… why leave me hanging?”

His gaze dropped to the floor. He could not look at Junghwan. He was afraid of what he might see. Pity? Guilt? Distance? Worse… everything.

He felt like he was falling apart. He had never liked anyone before. Never wanted anyone. Junghwan had messed him up completely.

There was a moment of silence… then movement. Cold hands cupped his cheeks, gentle but firm, tilting his head up. Dohoon flinched but did not pull away.

“Hey,” Junghwan said softly. “Talk to me.”

Dohoon frowned, eyes burning. “I hate you.”

Junghwan chuckled quietly, thumb brushing against Dohoon’s cheek. “I know you do. But may I know why?”

“I told you already,” Dohoon muttered.

Junghwan hummed, nodding slowly. “Right…”

“I hate how you’re dishonest,” Dohoon said, words tumbling out now. “I thought… I thought even if you don’t see me romantically, you’d still consider me as one of your closest friends. We’ve been roommates since first year. We’re about to graduate now and you’re still—.”

He was cut off.

“Who even told you I never saw you romantically though?” Junghwan asked quietly, a smile playing on his face.

Dohoon furrowed his eyebrows as he stared at Junghwan, irritation bubbling up in his chest like something carbonated that had been shaken too much. Junghwan was smiling again, that stupid, easy smile he always wore when he thought he was being clever, or charming, or both. It was the same smile that usually made people melt. Right now, it just made Dohoon want to throw something soft but heavy at his face.

“Can you be serious for once?” Dohoon asked, his voice sharper than he intended. He crossed his arms instinctively, like he was bracing himself for another joke.

Junghwan laughed, a short sound that came from his chest. “But I am serious.”

Dohoon scoffed before rolling his eyes. “Sure. Whatever, man.”

He reached out and pushed Junghwan away from him, not roughly, but enough to create distance. He turned his back and trudged toward his table, his movements stiff. The routine helped. Nightly skincare. Something familiar. Something controllable. He picked up his cleanser, lined it up with the toner and moisturizer, pretending that his heart was not still pounding from everything that had just been said.

“Anyway,” Dohoon continued, his tone intentionally casual, “how’s your new date?”

Junghwan went quiet behind him, but Dohoon kept talking, staring at his reflection in the small mirror on his desk.

“He looked quite pretty,” Dohoon added, dabbing cleanser onto his palm. “Though quite mature. Are you into the mature type now? I always thought you liked cute ones.”

He spoke like none of the earlier words mattered. Like he had not just unraveled himself in front of Junghwan minutes ago. Like Junghwan had not just hinted that he had once, at some point, seen Dohoon romantically.

That hint had caught Dohoon off guard more than he wanted to admit. If he let himself dwell on it he knew it would ruin him. It would ruin everything. Their dorm. Their friendship. The careful balance they had somehow maintained all these years. So he shoved it down and focused on his face.

He was just about to put on a face mask when the world shifted.

Junghwan stepped behind him without warning and grabbed the back of the computer chair, turning it around so that Dohoon was suddenly facing him. The sudden movement startled Dohoon enough that his eyebrows furrowed again, annoyance flaring fresh.

“Hey!” Dohoon exclaimed.

“What do you mean ‘hey’?” Junghwan shot back, his voice firm. He leaned closer, bracing one hand on the armrest of the chair, the other following suit so that Dohoon was effectively trapped in place.

“We’re not done talking.”

Dohoon frowned. “We are, actually.”

“You went on a full rant that confused the hell out of me,” Junghwan continued, ignoring him, “and now you’re acting like everything’s normal?”

“It’s nothing important, hyung,” Dohoon said, trying to turn the chair back toward the mirror. Junghwan’s hands tightened on the armrests, stopping him. “It’ll go away.”

“What do you mean by nothing important?” Junghwan snapped, baffled. His voice rose despite himself. “It is important to me, Kim Dohoon.”

Dohoon froze at the sound of his full name.

“You finally start showing feelings for me,” Junghwan went on, frustration spilling over now, “and then you tell me it’s nothing important, Kim Dohoon?”

“Dude,” Dohoon said weakly, “calm down.”

“No,” Junghwan said immediately. “Why would I calm down, Kim Dohoon?”

He straightened a little, running a hand through his hair, eyes blazing with something that looked a lot like years of restraint finally snapping.

“I’ve been attracted to my stupid roommate for years, Kim Dohoon,” Junghwan said. “Years!”

Dohoon’s eyes widened.

“I even deliberately kissed others in front of you, even looked you in the eyes while kissing to get a reaction. Anything! Like jealousy or whatever, but my roommate’s too clueless to notice, Kim Dohoon,” Junghwan continued, his words coming faster now. “Do you have any idea how happy I was when you asked me to teach you how to kiss? I thought I finally had a chance to be close to you without crossing a line.”

He laughed then, a breathless sound that held no humor.

“And then I felt guilty,” Junghwan admitted. “Because I thought I was taking advantage of your cluelessness.”

Dohoon just stared at him, mouth slightly open.

“How many times are you going to say my name?” Dohoon finally asked, blinking. “And wait. Is that why you stopped? Because you felt guilty?”

Junghwan pressed his lips together, clearly frustrated.

“I never really thought you were taking advantage of me,” Dohoon added quickly. “And I didn’t mind. I still don’t.”

Junghwan let out a long breath and dragged a hand down his face.

“Of all the things I’ve said,” he muttered, “that’s what you focus on?”

“I just,” Dohoon started, then stopped.

“You know what?” Junghwan cut in. “Never mind.”

“I—”

“Kim Dohoon,” Junghwan said sharply, “my patience is running low.”

He leaned in closer again, eyes locked onto Dohoon’s.

“And just so you know,” he continued, “I am very much single. That person earlier? That was sent by my mom to check if I need anything.”

Dohoon’s breath hitched.

“And if you want to date,” Junghwan said, voice lowering, “since you were ranting earlier about how I supposedly can’t see you romantically, even though I really, really do, then just say yes.”

He paused, swallowing.

“Or at least give me a nod,” Junghwan added. “Because every time you open your mouth, you piss me off.”

Dohoon blinked, then laughed despite himself.

“Rude?!” he said, grinning. “Also, is that how you ask someone out?”

Junghwan huffed. “No. Just you.”

He exhaled slowly, eyes closing for a brief moment before opening again.

“You’re special,” Junghwan said quietly. “Annoyingly special.”

He met Dohoon’s gaze again. “What do you say?”

Dohoon chuckled, the tension easing just a little. He lifted his hands and loosely wove them around the back of Junghwan’s neck, fingers resting there like they belonged.

“Still rude,” Dohoon said lightly. “But hey, you have this nasty streak of changing relationships every few mo—”

“It’s because they’re not you,” Junghwan interrupted immediately.

Dohoon faltered.

“Dude,” Junghwan went on, laughing softly now, “do you know how many times I’ve been told I look more in love when I’m looking at you or talking to you than I ever did with my past relationships?”

Dohoon stared.

“My ex-girlfriend once told me,” Junghwan continued, shaking his head, “that our dates were basically curated to your taste so I could bring home food you’d probably like.”

Dohoon laughed, shaking his head. “Ah. I really feel bad for your past relationships.”

Junghwan snorted. “You’re saying I was a bad boyfriend?”

“Yes,” Dohoon said simply. “Absolutely.”

Junghwan deadpanned. “Have I ever told you that you’re frustrating?”

“Am I about to enter a toxic relationship?” Dohoon gasped dramatically.

“You’re such a brat,” Junghwan said, though the corner of his lips lifted into a grin.

“It’s not me who’s been attracted to his roomie for years,” Dohoon replied smugly. “We’re not the same.”

Junghwan leaned closer. “Nah. You like me.”

“My guy, my dude, my bro,” Dohoon said, leaning up until their noses brushed, “I only realized I like you today. It can still change.”

Junghwan smiled, confident. “Then I’ll just make sure it doesn’t.”

Dohoon’s smile softened. “So are you back to teaching me how to kiss?”

Junghwan leaned in and pressed his lips to Dohoon’s briefly, a gentle, familiar touch before pulling back.

“Mmhm,” Junghwan murmured. “As long as you want. I can also teach you some other—”

“Stop thinking with your dick, Shin Junghwan,” Dohoon cut in immediately, laughing.

Junghwan laughed so hard he had to brace himself on the chair, shoulders shaking, head tipping back as if Dohoon had just told the funniest joke of the year.

“Wow,” Junghwan said between laughs. “So that’s where you draw the line?”

“Yes,” Dohoon replied proudly, hands still looped behind Junghwan’s neck. “I may have realized I like you today, but I still have standards.”

Junghwan wiped at the corner of his eye, still grinning. “You say that now, but you were the one who asked me to teach you how to suck someone’s lip.”

“That was academic,” Dohoon said immediately. “Purely educational.”

“Sure,” Junghwan replied, dragging the word out. “Very scholarly.”

Dohoon finally let go of Junghwan’s neck and leaned back into the chair, crossing his arms. His cheeks were still warm, but his expression had settled into something comfortable. Lighter. Like the world had stopped pressing so hard on his chest.

“So,” Dohoon said, glancing up at him, “what now?”

Junghwan hummed thoughtfully, then reached out and flicked Dohoon’s forehead gently.

“Now,” he said, “you finish your skincare, because you might blame me again for this, then we sleep. Then tomorrow… we go on an actual date.”

Dohoon blinked. “Actual date?”

“Yes,” Junghwan replied. “With food, holding hands, and head to where normal couples go.”

Dohoon considered that for a second, then nodded. “Okay. But if it’s awkward or boring, I’m blaming you.”

“Deal,” Junghwan said easily. “I’ve been blamed for worse things earlier anyway”

Dohoon finally turned back toward his desk, peeling open the face mask and smoothing it over his skin. Junghwan watched him for a moment, fond amusement softening his features.

“Oh,” Dohoon added casually, voice muffled through the mask. “Just so you know.”

Junghwan raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“If you ever bring another stranger into our dorm without warning again,” Dohoon said, turning his head slightly, “I might scream, then kick you out.”

Junghwan burst out laughing all over again.

“Noted,” he said. “Guess I’ll cancel my hoe era.”

“Good,” Dohoon replied, smiling.

They said their good nights like they always did. Same words. Same separate beds. Same dorm that suddenly felt completely different.

Junghwan turned off the lights.

Dohoon stared at the ceiling, smiling to himself, already thinking that kissing might actually be pretty appealing after all, and maybe it’s because of the person he’s doing it with.