By Zephyria 
“I get that you don’t want to show me the photo……”
Cha Jeong-won’s voice echoed in the darkness.
“Will you be okay?”
His voice sounded from very close by.
“You can’t see it either.”
Cha Jeong-won’s voice came from extremely close. Haon froze for a moment. He hadn’t realized the distance had closed this much.
Actually, this was good. Now that they were close, he should take the album from Cha Jeong-won.
With that thought, he abruptly stretched both hands toward him.
Got it.
“Got it.”
Haon’s thought and Cha Jeong-won’s words overlapped.
“Ah……”
What Haon grabbed was the album, and what Cha Jeong-won grabbed was Haon’s waist.
“The album was bait.”
As Cha Jeong-won whispered, Haon flusteredly flailed his hand in the opposite direction. Then, as he lost his balance and started to fall backward completely, the arm wrapped around his waist tightened.
Haon’s forehead touched a firm chest. His arms naturally encircled Cha Jeong-won’s waist. Even in the darkness, Cha Jeong-won’s body heat was distinctly felt.
Haon, not knowing what to do, lifted his head. The instant he felt his gaze meet Cha Jeong-won’s in the dark, he froze completely.
“I told you not to run away.”
That statement only made him more heated.
Because it felt unfair, because he was embarrassed, and strangely, because his heart was pounding.
Haon tried to push Cha Jeong-won’s chest away with his palm once but couldn’t. Leaving his hand there, he muttered softly.
“Senior…… You put the album down, right?”
In the darkness, he heard Cha Jeong-won exhale briefly. He couldn’t be sure if it was a laugh or not, but it probably wasn’t anything good.
“I put it down.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Then now……”
As Haon stammered, Cha Jeong-won grabbed his wrist and pulled it toward himself.
It wasn’t a forceful pull, but a touch that felt like showing him the way.
Haon moved his hand along the path he indicated. It brushed Cha Jeong-won’s shoulder and then touched his neckline. Because of the wet hair, Cha Jeong-won’s skin felt even colder, making Haon flinch momentarily.
“It’s cold. Is this ice or something?”
As he muttered whatever came to mind, Cha Jeong-won slowly moved the hand wrapped around Haon’s waist upward. The sensation traveling up his lower back was excessively vivid.
It tickled, and it felt strange; he barely held back a sound that was about to escape.
The fact that there were other people in this house kept coming to mind, making it worse. He couldn’t raise his voice.
“Come here and stick close to me.”
Cha Jeong-won lowered his head just a little. In the darkness, Haon couldn’t tell if that was a nod or a smile.
Instead, the next moment, he felt Cha Jeong-won’s forehead touch near his temple. Though not completely overlapping, his body understood first what ‘sticking close’ meant.
“Like this?”
“Yes.”
Even as he answered, Haon felt embarrassed by his own words.
It was a remark thrown out playfully, but if Cha Jeong-won took it seriously, it became even more awkward. To push away that awkwardness, Haon stretched out his hand and pretended to roughly tidy Cha Jeong-won’s hair.
The wet hair slipped between his fingers, and at that moment, Cha Jeong-won grabbed Haon’s hand and brought it close to his own lips.
Haon stopped dead.
“What is it?”
“To warm you up.”
Cha Jeong-won pressed his lips briefly against the back of Haon’s hand. But that brief contact was so chaste it felt more dangerous.
“It’s not just warm…… It’s hot.”
Cha Jeong-won’s breath.
So, Cha Jeong-won pretended to release Haon’s hand only to wrap his arms around his waist again. This time, their bodies pressed flush against each other frontally.
Even though Haon couldn’t see where Cha Jeong-won was looking in the dark, he felt caught by his gaze. His movements grew sluggish.
Cha Jeong-won didn’t miss that opening. He gently lifted Haon’s chin with his finger and very quietly pressed their lips together.
It was brief at first.
When Haon didn’t pull away, Cha Jeong-won captured his lips again, and this time lingered longer.
In Haon’s mind, a warning surfaced not to forget where they were, but that warning lost its power on his lips.
It’s a good thing it’s dark.
Because he couldn’t see how flushed his face was, or how much he was being shaken by Cha Jeong-won.
Haon grabbed Cha Jeong-won’s shoulders. Grabbing wasn’t enough; his fingertips traveled to the back of his neck. Then, he ran his fingers through Cha Jeong-won’s wet hair once more, as if smoothing it back.
Then, Cha Jeong-won turned his head slightly. Their lips met first, and his tongue cautiously entered and retreated.
Before he could even think that this shouldn’t happen, his body accepted it on its own.
Haon tried to hold back but eventually parted his lips. Cha Jeong-won’s tongue entered deeper. Their breaths tangled as much as their tongues did.
They touched and parted, parted and touched again. Somehow, Cha Jeong-won seemed at ease. That made it even more infuriating.
Yet, he followed his movements. Following along, he found himself drawing closer once more without realizing it.
Haon pulled his lips away and muttered very softly.
“Senior, you’re just messing around right now, right?”
“No.”
“Then why are you……”
He was about to ask why he was kissing him without any warning, but Cha Jeong-won ran his fingertips down Haon’s side. It didn’t tickle, but somehow the touch felt ticklish.
Haon reflexively flinched. Immediately, his lips were captured as if being devoured.
“Mmh.”
“Quietly.”
Cha Jeong-won spoke lowly, and that single word made Haon even hotter.
It wasn’t because he disliked the situation requiring quiet, but because the person telling him to be quiet was Cha Jeong-won.
“Other people might hear.”
Haon tugged at the hem of Cha Jeong-won’s waistline as if rebelling for no reason. But Cha Jeong-won took that hand, moved it to his own stomach, and whispered very calmly.
“That’s why you need to be quiet.”
Haon almost laughed at those words.
Afraid that even a laugh might escape, he tightly pressed his lips together, then sought Cha Jeong-won’s lips.
This time, Haon pushed his tongue in first. Cha Jeong-won paused briefly as if surprised, then soon accepted Haon’s tempo.
As the sensation of their lips sliding and brushing repeated, Haon’s eyes kept closing. Whether closed or open, it was dark, but strangely, it felt safe.
Cha Jeong-won’s hand slowly trailed down Haon’s back, then stroked his waist again. Haon grew tense, feeling as if he involuntarily tensed up wherever that hand stopped.
Haon climbed onto Cha Jeong-won’s lap.
Cha Jeong-won didn’t push him away. Haon tightened his grip on Cha Jeong-won’s shirt collar and spoke very quietly.
“We’re being very quiet, okay? Got it?”
Cha Jeong-won bit Haon’s lips again. This time, it didn’t seem like play; he seemed genuinely heated. The sensation of their tongues rubbing together continued and then broke off, but the moment it broke, Haon, feeling regretful, attached his tongue again.
Cha Jeong-won cupped Haon’s cheek with his palm and changed the angle of his head.
Around the time his sense of time began to blur, Cha Jeong-won pulled Haon into an embrace first and laid him down sideways. Their bodies naturally tumbled onto the bed.
Cha Jeong-won roughly pulled Haon’s blanket up to cover them both.
“This way, even if a little sound escapes, it won’t be heard. Right?”
Then, he briefly kissed Haon’s forehead. That felt strangely more obscene. Compared to the kiss they just shared, it was nothing, but the feeling was so affectionate it made him weak.
“I’m trembling.”
“I’ll warm you up.”
Cha Jeong-won took Haon’s hand and placed it inside his own embrace. Haon’s palm touched Cha Jeong-won’s side. Feeling it, Haon muttered softly.
“It’s not trembling from the cold. It’s just……”
Haon closed his lips mid-sentence. Because Cha Jeong-won lightly touched his lips.
Haon also reached out to Cha Jeong-won.
He caressed his collarbone, then slid down and pressed against his chest.
Feeling the muscles firming up, Haon unknowingly applied pressure with his fingers.
When he pressed, he could feel the bones and muscles more distinctly. Then, as his fingertips relaxed, it softened again.
Cha Jeong-won was quiet, but his hands moved busily.
He touched Haon’s shoulder blades as if tickling them, trailed down his spine, lingered at his waistline, and then……
“Mmm.”
When Cha Jeong-won’s fingers traveled down the curve of his buttocks and dug into his inner thigh, Haon unknowingly let out a moan. Cha Jeong-won, unfazed, touched the inside even more densely.
And he tickled the front, which was thoroughly heated. Haon couldn’t hold back and let out a louder sound than before.
“Ahh…… Like that, ahh.”
Thank goodness they were under the blanket, or it would have been a disaster.
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