the room was dimly lit, a soft glow coming from the fairy lights strung around the headboard of the bed. it was the kind of peaceful evening that felt endless, as if time itself was reluctant to move forward. yeonjun and soobin had spent the day together, nothing extravagant. just a simple, lazy day at home. but even in the stillness, something shifted between them.

soobin sat at the edge of the bed, his legs stretched out before him, a book open in his hands. his glasses sat perched on the bridge of his nose, his brow furrowed in concentration as he read the words, unaware of the way yeonjun's eyes were fixed on him. yeonjun leaned against the doorframe, watching him with a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. he couldn't help it. soobin just had this effect on him. every little thing he did, every little motion, felt like an invitation, like a challenge. yeonjun loved it.

he let his eyes linger on soobin for a moment longer, admiring the curve of his neck, the way his shirt clung to his shoulders, the delicate way he turned a page. yeonjun had to admit, he was teasing himself just as much as he was teasing soobin.

"you know," yeonjun began, his voice playful but laced with something deeper, "you look.. incredibly focused right now."

soobin didn't look up. "i'm reading," he said, his tone flat, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"right," yeonjun said, a small chuckle escaping him. "but you're not paying attention to anything else, are you?"

soobin frowned slightly, lowering his book just enough to glance up at yeonjun. "what do you mean?"

yeonjun pushed off the doorframe and took a few slow steps toward the bed. "i mean," he started, walking over to soobin's side, "i'm sitting right here, and yet, you're so absorbed in that book that you don't even notice."

soobin blinked, clearly unsure where yeonjun was going with this. "you're being weird," he said, his lips quirking into a smile despite himself.

yeonjun grinned, bending down to get closer to soobin, his hand brushing lightly against the pages of the book, distracting him. "maybe," yeonjun said softly, his eyes catching soobin's, "i just like getting your attention."

soobin's breath caught slightly, the words hanging in the air between them. there was something in yeonjun's gaze. something unspoken, but heavy. it made soobin's heart beat a little faster, and he wasn't sure why. he swallowed and tried to focus, shifting in his seat.

"well, you've got it now," soobin replied, though his voice wasn't as steady as usual. the proximity of yeonjun, the weight of his stare, made everything feel different. more intense, like the air was charged with something electric.

yeonjun leaned closer, his lips almost brushing against soobin's ear as he whispered, "good."

soobin shivered, his hands tightening around the book, unsure of how to respond. he didn't know why this felt so intimate, so intense. they'd been friends for so long, and yet tonight felt like something had shifted. something was about to happen.

"do you ever think about.." yeonjun trailed off, his voice turning low and soft, "what would happen if we weren't just friends anymore?"

soobin's breath hitched, and he quickly set the book down, his hands trembling slightly. "yeonjun, what are you talking about?"

yeonjun gave a soft, teasing smile, watching as soobin's eyes flickered with uncertainty. "i'm just saying," he continued, his fingers grazing over soobin's shoulder, "we've been close for a long time. don't you ever wonder if there's more between us than just friendship?"

soobin didn't know how to answer. he had thought about it before. too many times, in fact, but he was always too afraid to admit it. yeonjun's presence was like a pull on his heartstrings, always there, always waiting, but soobin had never allowed himself to fully acknowledge it. because what if yeonjun didn't feel the same? what if it changed everything?

"i don't know," soobin said, his voice barely above a whisper. "i mean.. we're fine the way we are, right?"

yeonjun's smile faded slightly, though his eyes remained soft. "yeah. but it's okay to want more, too."

the words hung in the air, unspoken but clear, and for a moment, neither of them moved. soobin could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the quiet tension between them unbearable. it was as if yeonjun was waiting for something. waiting for soobin to make the first move, to acknowledge what was already there.

before soobin could say anything else, yeonjun's hand gently cupped his jaw, lifting his chin just slightly. soobin's breath caught again, this time in surprise, as yeonjun's face drew closer, closer until soobin could feel the warmth of his breath against his skin.

"yeonjun," soobin whispered, his voice unsteady.

yeonjun's eyes flickered down to soobin's lips, and for a moment, everything seemed to stop. his gaze was fixed there, drawn to the softness of soobin's mouth, the way his lips parted just a little as if inviting him in. and in that moment, yeonjun couldn't hold back any longer.

he kissed soobin's neck. it was a gentle press of his lips at first, soft and tentative, but something about the way soobin's pulse quickened beneath him made yeonjun want to deepen the kiss. soobin's breath hitched, and his body stiffened for a brief moment before he relaxed, allowing the kiss to linger.

it felt different, this kiss. it wasn't like the playful teasing or the lighthearted touches they were so used to. this was something else entirely. something heavy, something that neither of them had expected but both had wanted. soobin's heart raced, his hands hovering uncertainly at his sides, not sure if he should touch yeonjun or pull away.

but before soobin could decide, yeonjun pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, his gaze full of longing. "soobin," he said, his voice thick with desire, "can i kiss you? really kiss you?"

soobin's throat tightened, his breath catching in his chest. his mind was spinning, the confusion mixing with the pull in his chest, the desire to feel more of yeonjun, to let himself feel all of it. he nodded, almost shyly, unable to find his words.

yeonjun's lips crashed into his then, fierce and hungry, and everything else faded away. there was only the feel of yeonjun's hands on his face, the heat of their bodies pressed together, the way soobin's heart seemed to beat in time with the rhythm of the kiss. it was everything soobin had been afraid of, everything he had longed for but never dared to admit.

the kiss deepened, becoming more intense with every passing second. yeonjun's hands slid down soobin's sides, pulling him closer, urging him to feel the same fire that was burning between them. soobin's hands found their way to yeonjun's shoulders, then down to his waist, clinging to him as if he couldn't breathe without him.

it wasn't just a kiss anymore. it was something more. it was the raw, unspoken emotions they had both buried for so long, pouring out in the most intimate way. but amidst the intensity of it, there was a thread of sadness, too. something unspoken lingered in the air, a realization that this might be the beginning of something they couldn't undo.

and that thought, the fear that followed it, made soobin pull away just slightly, his breath ragged. yeonjun looked at him, his expression a mixture of desire and something else. something softer, more vulnerable.

"soobin?" yeonjun whispered, his voice low and full of uncertainty.

soobin bit his lip, his mind a mess of conflicting emotions. he didn't know what to say, how to explain the fear that had settled in his chest. "i don't want to ruin this," he admitted softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

yeonjun's expression softened, and he reached out to gently cup soobin's cheek. "you're not ruining anything," he said, his voice quiet but firm. "we're just figuring this out."

but even as yeonjun spoke, there was a weight between them. a sadness that neither of them could shake, the fear of what came next. the fear that whatever they had just shared might not last. and neither of them knew how to navigate that fear, how to move forward from this point, knowing that nothing could ever be the same again.

soobin closed his eyes for a moment, leaning into yeonjun's touch, letting the warmth of his hand ground him.