Rowoon wrapped his arms around Felix, pulling him into a warm embrace that felt like home. As he buried his face into Felix's neck, he inhaled deeply, getting lost in that comforting scent that was uniquely Felix—a blend of cologne and something fresh, like a soft summer breeze. It was intoxicating, and with every breath, Rowoon felt more and more addicted to the boy in his arms.
He had never intended to fall so hard. What had started as a playful banter and a surface-level game quickly transformed into something deeper—something that tugged at his heartstrings in ways he couldn't comprehend. Felix was the charming type, always full of smiles and laughter, with an effortless charisma that drew people in. Rowoon found himself drawn to every little quirk of Felix's—how his eyes sparkled when he laughed, the way he tucked a stray hair behind his ear, and that little lopsided grin that could brighten Rowoon's darkest days.
In the quiet moments they shared, Rowoon couldn't help but wonder how he'd let himself fall so hard. Was it the way Felix's presence lit up the room? Or was it the vulnerability he felt when they were together? Each time he made Felix laugh, it felt as if the world faded away, and all that mattered was their connection. But it wasn't just a game anymore; it was real, and it scared him.
In a spontaneous surge of emotion, he pulled back slightly, capturing Felix's surprised gaze. Without thinking, he leaned in and pressed his lips against Felix's. The kiss was electric, a rush of warmth flooding through him as their mouths connected. It was soft and gentle at first, Rowoon's heart racing as his lips moved against Felix's, savoring the taste of him, the sweetness lingering like candy. Felix reacted instinctively, his eyes wide in shock before slowly melting into the kiss, his frozen surprise transforming into a warmth that mirrored Rowoon's.
Felix (POV)
The moment Rowoon's lips touched his, everything around them faded into a blur. The sensation was like fireworks igniting in his chest, each spark radiating warmth and excitement. A kiss? From Rowoon? He had never expected it again, and the surprise momentarily stunned him, making him forget to breathe.
At first, the kiss felt tentative, tinged with uncertainty, but as the seconds passed, a rush of warmth flooded his system, and he found himself responding instinctively. Softly, he kissed back, his lips molding to Rowoon's as if they were meant to fit together. His heart raced; it was exhilarating and frightening all at once. There was something magnetic about the way Rowoon held him, as if every fear and hesitation melted away with each passing second.
Felix felt an overwhelming joy intertwined with confusion. How did they get to this moment? The games and teasing turned into something rawer, more beautiful. As he lost himself in the kiss, the worry and doubt dissipated. It was exhilarating to be so close to Rowoon, feeling his warmth envelop him. Felix could sense everything that Rowoon felt—the passion, the need, the uncertainty—but beneath it all, there was a tenderness that made his heart swell.
In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to be closer to Rowoon, to feel every bit of that connection that swirled between them. Felix closed his eyes, surrendering to the kiss, wishing it would last forever.
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Zain walks into his living room, his steps heavy with the weight of unspoken worries. The sunlight filtering through the curtains seems to mock his exhaustion; it casts long shadows that dance around him, hinting at the turmoil brewing within. He runs a hand through his disheveled hair, feeling the dull ache behind his eyes. Rowoon's illness has taken a toll on him—sleep is elusive, and each passing day feels like an eternity. He's been wearing a mask of normalcy, concealing the dread that gnaws at his insides.
Lost in thought, Zain's mind drifts back to a pivotal moment—an encounter that left an indelible mark on his heart. He remembers the day he saw Min-Soo again after the incident. The memory is vivid, sharp against the fog of his current worries.
It was a rainy afternoon, the kind that lingered like a bitter aftertaste. Zain had stepped into his favorite café, seeking refuge from the world outside. The bell above the door chimed softly as he entered, and his eyes scanned the familiar surroundings, landing on a figure hunched over in the corner. The silhouette was unmistakable.
Min-Soo.
His heart skipped a beat as he hesitated at the entrance, memories rushing back uninvited. They had been inseparable once, sharing everything from laughter to deep-seated secrets. But that had all changed after the incident—the betrayal that had carved a rift between them, leaving scars that felt as fresh as the rain drizzling outside.
Taking a breath to steady himself, Zain approached the table, uncertainty swirling within him. Min-Soo looked up, his expression a blend of surprise and a hint of something deeper—pain, perhaps? There was a tension in the air, thick enough to slice with a knife.
"Zain," Min-Soo finally said, his voice low but steady. "It's… been a while."
"Yeah," Zain managed to reply, his throat suddenly dry. The room felt too small, every shared moment between them compressed into that single glance.
"Are you okay?" Min-Soo asked, concern evident in his eyes. It was a simple question, but it held layers of meaning. Did he know? Could he sense the turmoil swirling within Zain's heart, the fear he had been trying so desperately to hide regarding their past?
"I'm fine," Zain lied, forcing a smile that felt foreign. "Just… busy."
Min-Soo studied him for a moment longer, the silence stretching between them like an unbridgeable chasm. Then he nodded, acceptance mingling with something that felt a lot like regret. "I understand."
Zain wanted to reach out, to bridge that gap that had grown between them ever since the incident. But just as he opened his mouth to speak, a loud crash came from the kitchen—a reminder of the chaos just outside the bubble of this moment.
"Rowoon!" Zain's heart raced. He quickly excused himself, rushing back to where he needed to be, leaving the conversation—and Min-Soo—behind once more. The weight of his world pressed down on him, drawing him back into the shadows of his reality.
As Zain remembers the encounter, he feels a mix of longing and anger. He had wanted ask Min-Soo about everything , to share the burden he carried. But right then and there, his priority was clear—Rowoon's well-being came first, and he would do anything to protect him, even if it meant keeping others at arm's length.
Returning to the present, Zain takes a deep breath. He knows he must focus on finding a way to help Rowoon, that his strength lies in keeping hope alive—even if it means walking this difficult path alone. But in the back of his mind, he can't shake the feeling that he might someday need the support of someone like maybe Min-Soo again.