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The couch had become their place.
Not officially, not by any spoken agreement, but everyone in the apartment knew it. The left side dipped slightly where Martin always sat, laptop balanced on his knees, brows furrowed in focus. The right side was where Juhoon curled up, one leg tucked under him, a book in hand, occasionally gasping softly to himself as he read.
It was quiet. Peaceful.
For exactly ten minutes.
Martin glanced up first. Just a quick check. He told himself that’s all it was. Juhoon felt it instantly, like he always did, lifting his gaze with a soft, knowing smile.
They stared.
One second.
Two.
Three
And then Martin leaned over, quick and natural, like breathing. Juhoon met him halfway, their lips brushing in a soft, practiced kiss.
Short but sweet.
Back to work.
Silence again.
Six minutes this time.
Juhoon’s foot nudged Martin’s thigh under the blanket. Martin didn’t even pretend to ignore it. He turned, a little faster now, and kissed him again. This one lingering just a heartbeat longer.
Back to work.
From across the room, James lowered his phone slowly.
“…Is this going to happen all night?” he muttered.
“Already counted five,” Keonho said, not even looking up from his game. “We’re twenty minutes in.”
Seonghyeon groaned, dragging a pillow over his face. “I’m begging. Please. Get a room. Or at least a timer.”
On the couch, Martin and Juhoon didn’t hear a word. Or at least pretend not to.
Juhoon had leaned his head lightly against Martin’s shoulder now, pretending to read something important. Martin’s hand absentmindedly found Juhoon’s wrist, thumb brushing slow circles against his skin.
Another glance.
Another pause.
Another kiss.
“Six,” Keonho announced.
James shut his book. “I’m leaving.”
Seonghyeon sat up, exasperated. “No, wait, let’s see how far this goes. I want to know if they ever actually finish any work.”
On the couch, Martin smiled softly against Juhoon’s lips, barely pulling away.
“…What were you doing again?” he murmured.
Juhoon blinked, then laughed under his breath. “No idea.”
They kissed again.
“Seven.”
“Unbelievable.”
“Disgusting.”
“Kind of impressive, though.”
And still, the couch remained theirs, completely, undeniably, and hopelessly so.
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