"Can i get another kiss?" Yeosang whispered in Wooyoung's ear, a romantic scene playing on the TV.

Wooyoung felt a shiver race down his spine at the soft breath against his skin. He turned to look at Yeosang, his heart fluttering as he caught sight of those warm, inviting eyes that seemed to hold a universe of emotions. The romantic atmosphere from the TV melted into their reality, making everything around them fade away.

"Just one?" Wooyoung teased, trying to hide the butterflies dancing in his stomach.

Yeosang’s lips curled into a playful smile, and he leaned in closer. "Maybe just one more won't hurt," he replied softly, his voice barely above a whisper. The teasing tone contrasted with the sincerity in his gaze, and Wooyoung couldn’t help but feel drawn to him.

With a playful nudge, Wooyoung pushed Yeosang back slightly, a mischievous spark in his eyes. "You know, I could always give you a reason to ask for more..."

Yeosang smirked, his heart racing. They both knew where this playful banter was leading, and the tension in the air was almost palpable. It was moments like these that made all their shared laughter and late-night confessions feel so incredibly significant.

“Okay, okay…” Wooyoung finally relented, his voice softening. He leaned in close, their noses nearly touching, and the world around them felt suspended in time. There it was—the perfect moment.

Yeosang closed his eyes, leaning in as well, their lips finally meeting in a sweet, lingering kiss that seemed to erase every worry and doubt. Wooyoung could taste the soft warmth that lingered on Yeosang's lips, a taste of sweetness that made him crave more.

When they finally pulled away, they were both breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. The movie played on in the background, but all they could feel was the electricity between them.

“See? Totally worth it,” Yeosang said, his smile brightening the dim light of the room.

Wooyoung chuckled, feeling light-headed. “Totally,” he agreed, his heart still racing, already anticipating the next kiss, which came.

Their kisses got more heated, resulting in their clothes discarded on the floor as the air in the room grew thick with tension and desire. Wooyoung's fingertips danced across Yeosang’s skin, tracing the curves and contours of his body, igniting every nerve ending as they lost themselves in each other.

Yeosang's breath hitched as Wooyoung pressed closer, the warmth of their bodies melding together, creating a fire that spread through the very core of them. He could feel the heat radiating from Wooyoung, and it made him crave more—the closeness, the intimacy, the passion that seemed to envelop them entirely.

"Are you sure about this?" Wooyoung murmured, pausing just for a moment, searching Yeosang’s gaze for any sign of hesitation.

With the soft glow of the screen behind them and the weight of the world falling away, Yeosang nodded, his heart pounding in anticipation. "I’ve never been more sure," he whispered, his voice laced with need.

Without another word, their lips collided again, this time with more urgency. Wooyoung’s hands roamed down Yeosang's back, pulling him closer, while Yeosang tangled his fingers in Wooyoung's hair, deepening the kiss as he instinctively pressed their bodies together.

The world outside faded completely; there were no distractions, no worries—just the intoxicating blend of their breathless kisses and soft whispers that filled the air. Every touch felt electric, sparking an undeniable chemistry that brought them more alive than ever.

As their kisses grew more heated, both boys lost themselves in a whirlwind of emotion and desire. They explored each other’s bodies with a mix of tenderness and urgency, every caress and kiss igniting a deeper yearning that drove them further into the moment.

Yeosang pulled back just slightly, panting softly, their foreheads resting against each other. “Wooyoung…” he breathed, his voice thick with emotion, “I feel… so connected to you right now.”

“Me too,” Wooyoung replied, his gaze full of warmth. “This is… everything I’ve wanted.”

As they locked eyes, the unspoken understanding between them solidified. In that fleeting space between breaths, they both knew they were stepping into a new chapter, one filled with shared dreams, whispered secrets, and the undeniable magic of being utterly and completely in tune with each other.

With a soft smile, Wooyoung leaned in once more, capturing Yeosang’s lips, as the night stretched on around them—a canvas for their love story to unfold, one kiss at a time. Air getting more relaxed when the door opened suddenly.

"You guys - WHAT IS THIS?!" San exclaimed as he burst into the room, his eyes wide in shock at the sight before him. The scene before him was so unexpected and far from what he had anticipated when he knocked and entered without waiting for an answer.

Wooyoung and Yeosang jumped apart, hearts racing in panic. Wooyoung’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, while Yeosang instinctively reached for the nearest piece of clothing, trying to cover himself as embarrassment flooded through him.

“San! What are you doing here?” Wooyoung stammered, flustered as he scrambled to make sense of the situation.

“I—uh—I knocked!” San said, hands raised in a gesture of surrender as he turned his back awkwardly, giving them a moment to compose themselves. “I didn’t think anyone was—” he faltered, unsure of how to proceed. “Just… please tell me this is what it looks like and not—”

“No, it’s exactly what it looks like!” Yeosang interrupted, his voice a mix of flustered honesty and determination. He wasn’t about to shy away, even if he was mortified. “We were… we were just…”

“Getting carried away,” Wooyoung added, his face still burning. “You know, just um…”

“Locked in a passionate embrace?” San finished, turning his head slightly, a smirk threatening to break through his expression despite the unexpected interruption.

“Exactly! So could you just—” Yeosang began, desperate to regain some semblance of dignity.

“Okay, okay! I get it! I’ll just… uh, go back and wait outside,” San said, trying to suppress a chuckle as he took a few steps away from the door. “I’ll give you two… some time to… cool off?”

“Thank you!” Wooyoung shouted, relief flooding through him as he heard San retreat down the hallway.

Yeosang let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, glancing back at Wooyoung. “That was embarrassing,” he admitted, a shy smile creeping onto his lips.

“Yeah, but it’s not like we’re not friends. He’ll get over it,” Wooyoung replied, still laughing softly, the tension between them dissipating.

“Okay, but we might need to be a little quieter next time,” Yeosang said, trying to keep a straight face.

“You think?” Wooyoung shot back playfully, “But where’s the fun in that?”

With the initial shock gone, they exchanged amused looks, their nervousness turning into soft giggles as they settled back into each other’s arms, ready to pick up where they left off. This time, however, they made sure to keep at least a few whispers of caution in the air.

×

"I saw something last night," San announced at breakfast, staring at Yeosang and Wooyoung.

"What?" Hongjoong asked, looking up from his plate, curiosity piqued. The tension in the room changed instantly, as the other members paused their conversations, drawn into San’s revelation.

“I saw something,” San repeated, his tone almost teasing, his eyes glinting mischievously as he glanced between Yeosang and Wooyoung, who were both pretending to be focused on their food.

“What did you see?” Yeosang asked, trying to sound casual, his heart racing as he and Wooyoung shared a quick, anxious glance.

“I saw you two… getting cozy,” San said, a smirk spreading across his face as he took a sip of his juice, clearly enjoying the sudden discomfort radiating from the other two.

“You didn’t,” Wooyoung said, his voice rising slightly as he nearly choked on his bite of toast. He felt the heat rushing to his face, and he was sure he was turning as red as a tomato.

“Yeah, I did!” San insisted, barely able to contain his laughter. “Right through the door! You guys were practically glued to each other!”

“San!” Yeosang exclaimed, mortified, putting his hands over his face in an attempt to hide from the teasing stares of their friends. “You’re so embarrassing!”

“Wait, wait! This is great!” Hongjoong chuckled, leaning closer with a playful grin. “So you guys really did finally… confess?”

“Confess?” Wooyoung shot back, his defensive posture collapsing as San’s teasing made their secret feel so exposed. “We—there was nothing to confess! We were just—”

“Just what?” Seonghwa chimed in, his eyebrows raised in amusement, clearly enjoying the show.

“Just… watching a movie!” Yeosang blurted out, the lie tumbling from his lips before he could think better of it, but the knowing smirks from his friends told him that it wasn’t going to fly.

“A movie, huh?” Jongho quipped, stifling a laugh. “And you ended up without your shirts?”

“Come on, this is so not fair! You guys aren’t supposed to spread rumors about us!” Wooyoung groaned, burying his head in his arms on the table, trying to hide his embarrassment even more.

“Relax! We’re just messing with you,” Mingi said, trying to ease the tension amid the laughter. “But honestly, it’s about time! You two were practically glowing last night.”

“Yeah," Yunho chimed in, nudging Yeosang's shoulder playfully. "Seriously, you both look happier than usual. Just own it!”

With a resigned sigh, Wooyoung finally lifted his head, looking back and forth between his friends, who were all chattering excitedly, eyes dancing with mischief. “Okay, fine. Yes, we kissed. There’s no rumor, no scandal, just a couple of idiots who got carried away and forgot to lock the door.”

Yeosang sighed in relief at Wooyoung’s admission, feeling a wave of both embarrassment and comfort wash over him.

San clapped his hands together, his eyes sparkling with delight. “Well, congratulations on being the last ones to figure out what we all knew! You two are adorable together.”

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s just eat before I disappear in another hole of embarrassment, okay?” Wooyoung said, trying to play it cool while sneakily glancing at Yeosang, who was now smiling shyly.

As the laughter began to settle, the atmosphere around the table lightened, and the teasing turned into a blend of warm congratulations and playful nudges. Despite the awkward surprise of the morning, Wooyoung and Yeosang found themselves feeling lighter, buoyed by the acceptance from their friends and the happiness that blossomed between them.