yeonjun stood against the wall, sweat glistening on his forehead as he ran his hands through his messy hair. the room was dim, only the soft glow of the desk lamp illuminating the space, casting long shadows that danced across the floor. the air was thick, charged with a kind of heat that wasn't entirely from the physical exertion of the dance he had been practicing.

yeonjun had always been the kind of person who moved through life with a sort of slow, seductive energy. even when he was practicing, even when his muscles ached from the intensity of his dance routines, there was a heat to his every movement. that night, though, he was particularly intense. his body pressed against the cool surface of the wall, every inch of his frame alive with fluid precision, his arms cutting through the air, his hips swaying with a near-dangerous sharpness. the music pulsed through him like a heartbeat, making the floor beneath him thrum with the bass.

the space in his room was sparse. just enough for him to move freely. no clutter, no distractions. it was just him, the music, and the sweat starting to gather on his skin, glistening under the dim light of the room. his body seemed to burn with each motion, each twist of his waist, each grind against the wall as he leaned back into it. his eyes were half-lidded, focused, lost in the moment. he had always enjoyed dancing like this, the way it let him release everything that simmered inside him, but tonight it felt different. it felt hot in a way he couldn't quite explain.

he paused for a moment, his breathing heavy, his chest rising and falling with each deep intake of air. his fingertips brushed the beads of sweat clinging to his forehead, wiping them away, but the heat only intensified. the music kept playing, filling the room with a low, driving rhythm. yeonjun turned his head to the side, eyes tracing the floor, hands still braced on the wall as he caught his breath.

but the door creaked open, and suddenly, everything in the room shifted.

soobin stood there, filling the doorway with his broad frame, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips. his eyes immediately found yeonjun's, and he felt a slight jolt of heat rush through him. he'd been waiting for this moment all evening, ever since he heard the familiar hum of music spilling from yeonjun's room. but now, as the air between them thickened, it felt as if time had slowed.

yeonjun didn't move at first, his heart rate picking up in a way that had nothing to do with the exertion of his dance. soobin's presence always did that to him, disrupted his focus, his calm, his control. the corner of yeonjun's lips twitched as he finally let out a soft laugh, pushing himself off the wall and wiping his palms on his black sweatpants.

"you like what you see?" yeonjun asked, voice low and teasing, eyes glinting with something playful but undeniably charged. the heat of his body was still present, still thrumming in the air, but now, it seemed to amplify with soobin standing there, watching him so intently.

soobin took a slow step forward, his eyes not leaving yeonjun for a second. "you know i always do."

the words hung in the air for a moment, their weight settling in the space between them. yeonjun could feel the magnetic pull that always seemed to exist between them, like gravity drawing them closer even when they didn't move. soobin didn't need to say much; he never had to. it was always in the way he looked at yeonjun, in the way his voice softened when he spoke to him, like they were the only two people in the room.

yeonjun closed the distance between them in an instant, his hand coming to rest lightly on soobin's chest. the warmth of his palm against soobin's shirt sent a shiver through him, and yeonjun could feel it. the unspoken tension, the desire that had been building between them for months. their proximity made the room feel smaller, as if the walls were pressing in on them. yeonjun's lips curled into a slow, confident smile.

"you came at the perfect time," yeonjun murmured, his voice almost a whisper, thick with something dangerous. soobin's heart skipped a beat at the sound of it.

"did i?" soobin asked, his voice steady, but there was a flicker in his eyes, a hint of uncertainty. it wasn't like him to hesitate, but tonight, standing this close to yeonjun, it was hard to keep his composure.

yeonjun's smile deepened. "yeah. i think you did."

before soobin could respond, yeonjun's hand slid up his chest, fingertips brushing the side of his neck, sending a shock of warmth through soobin's body. he didn't move away. instead, his eyes fluttered closed for just a moment, savoring the feeling of yeonjun's touch, the way it made everything inside him tighten with longing.

then yeonjun leaned in, his lips brushing against soobin's ear, a soft, breathy whisper escaping his mouth. "you're not going to leave me hanging, are you?"

soobin's breath caught in his throat. there was something intoxicating about the way yeonjun spoke—like each word was dipped in honey and fire. soobin's hand moved to the back of yeonjun's neck, fingers threading through his hair as he tugged him closer, his lips crashing into yeonjun's with a force that sent a shock through both of them.

the kiss was slow at first, tender even, as if they were both testing the waters. but it quickly turned more urgent, more desperate. yeonjun's hands roamed to soobin's waist, pulling him flush against his body. he could feel the heat of soobin's skin through the thin fabric of his shirt, and it made his pulse spike in a way that felt almost too good. soobin kissed him back just as fiercely, his hands slipping under yeonjun's shirt, fingertips grazing the smooth expanse of his skin.

they broke apart for just a moment, both of them panting, their breaths mingling in the still air. yeonjun's eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with want. his lips were swollen, kissed raw from the intensity of their kiss, and soobin couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful yeonjun looked in that moment. lost in him, in this, in everything they had yet to explore.

"god, soobin," yeonjun breathed, his voice ragged. he pulled soobin in again, their mouths crashing together once more, but this time, there was no hesitation. just the frantic need to feel each other, to get closer, to explore the heat that had been simmering between them for so long. their bodies pressed together as if they couldn't get close enough, as if they were both drowning in this moment, in each other.

yeonjun's hands moved down to soobin's hips, pulling him closer, grinding their bodies together in a slow, deliberate motion that had soobin's breath catching in his throat. the pressure, the friction, it felt like fire against his skin, and he couldn't help but moan against yeonjun's lips.

yeonjun's mouth left his, trailing kisses down his jaw, his neck, as his hands worked their way to the hem of soobin's shirt. he pulled it up, breaking their kiss long enough to remove it entirely, tossing it aside carelessly. soobin's skin flushed under his gaze, the heat of yeonjun's touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

"you're so beautiful," yeonjun whispered, his voice low and reverent as his hands roamed over soobin's bare chest. soobin felt a shiver of pleasure run through him at the compliment, at the way yeonjun looked at him as if he was the only person in the world.

the air between them was thick with desire now, the tension palpable. soobin couldn't think of anything else but yeonjun, the way his touch set his skin on fire, the way his presence consumed him in the best possible way. it felt like everything else in the world had faded away, leaving just the two of them, tangled in each other, lost in the heat of their passion.

they didn't need words anymore. everything they felt, everything they wanted, was in the way their bodies moved together, in the way they kissed, in the way they held each other as if they never wanted to let go.

and for that moment, nothing else mattered.