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Ahn Keonho and Eom Seonghyeon were best friends.
Everyone knew that, but no one needed to know they were more than that.
Because they were standing on something so dangerous it could shatter the moment either one of them backed off or crossed the boundaries-
situationship
Seonghyeon never tried to figure out when it started, when it had become something so crazy. There was no backing off, but there was no going forward either.
Right now, they were alone in the dance studio.
The door was locked, as always.
Keonho backed him up against the wall, fingers tracing Seonghyeon’s collarbones as he leaned in. Their lips collided, and Keonho didn’t wait.
His other hand pushed the hoodie upward slightly to grip Hyeon’s waist, as if it belonged to him. It did. Hyeon gasped, fingers tightening in Keonho’s hair. He knew this was dangerous-undeniably so-but he didn’t hesitate, kissing him back just as hard.
The kiss deepened, messy and heated, and Hyeon let out a soft sound that felt like music to Keonho’s ears. “Fuck,” Keonho whispered before pulling Seonghyeon flush against him, the word echoing in the empty studio.
Seonghyeon pulled away for a second, trying to catch his breath, but Keonho moved to his neck, burying his face against the pale skin there.
He knew he couldn’t leave marks, and that thought annoyed him more than it should have.
“Keonho…”
Hyeon whispered, fingers still tangled in his hair. Keonho’s lips brushed along his skin like he’d done it a thousand times before-and the truth was, he had.
But only with Seonghyeon. “Yeah?” he murmured.
When he finally pulled back, there was a faint pinkish mark, subtle and hidden where no one would see.
Keonho wished he could cover Seonghyeon’s neck in proof that he was his, but he restrained himself.
Seonghyeon’s eyes widened.
He was about to scold him when Keonho pushed him gently against the mirror again.
Their lips met once more, hungrier this time, messier. It felt overwhelming in the best way. Hyeon nearly lost his balance, only Keonho’s grip keeping him steady.
The younger kissed him deeply, and Hyeon couldn’t help the quiet sound that escaped him. Keonho’s hands wandered along his waist before he suddenly pinched him.
Hyeon shrieked softly and glared at him.
Keonho finally pulled back, eyes steady as he took in the sight in front of him.
Hyeon was leaning against the mirror, lips flushed red, eyes slightly teary, maybe from the intensity of it all. His hoodie wasn’t sitting the way it had been before.
Keonho knew he couldn’t go any further, or he would end up doing something he’d been trying to resist for so long.
"Kiss me more,"
Hyeon said, grabbing Keonho's neck in a way he'd never done before.
Keonho didn’t laugh or comment but attached their lips again, more intensely this time, tightening his grip around Keonho’s shoulders until they were flush-lips and body both.
Their lips met again with urgency-Keonho didn’t wait before tilting Hyeon’s chin up to open his mouth more, kissing him again, tongue exploring every secret corner like he wouldn’t ever get to do that again.
The sweet taste of the chocolate pastry Seonghyeon had eaten earlier was still there.
Seonghyeon was out now-almost his hands were useless now, only gripping Keonho’s T-shirt with the slightest of grips.
But his body reacted every time Keonho bit his lips to gain a reaction, knowing he was still there, and he would grip the younger’s shirt tighter.
Hyeon finally pulled away; his hair was a mess, hoodie ridden up to reveal his slim waist.
Keonho stood there, hand caressing his waist like it was a national treasure, the other resting lightly on Hyeon’s neck-as if a harder grip would hurt him.
Keonho’s breathing was still heavy from the messy makeout-his hair a mess-and Hyeon liked it. He liked when it looked like Keonho couldn’t take it anymore, but somehow, the man never crossed lines.
It was unbelievable, sure, but Hyeon wanted him to, yet right now, he was too overwhelmed to do anything.
A comfortable silence passed between them when suddenly, Keonho hugged Hyeon almost fully, like listening to Joyride while studying.
He settled his face onto Hyeon’s shoulder, seeking something-everything.
Hyeon hugged him back; he himself wasn’t right in his mind.
Whatever they had was definitely not something they could keep caged forever, and they weren’t ready to admit it.