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Jeongin's POV

I don't know what compelled me to go to Chan's place that night. Maybe it was the way my heart raced every time he looked at me, or how my thoughts spiraled every time his name came up in conversation. Or maybe, just maybe, it was Hannah's teasing smile when she told me, "You know, chan wouldn't stop talking about you last time we hung out."

I was standing in front of his door, heart pounding as I debated whether to knock or run away. Before I could decide, the door swung open, and there he was, hair slightly messy and a surprised look on his face.

"Jeongin?" he said, his voice a little breathless. "What are you doing here?"

"I, uh..." I started, fumbling for words. "I just... wanted to talk."

He stepped aside, gesturing for me to come in. "Sure. What's up?"

I stepped inside, the familiar scent of his apartment—clean laundry and faint coffee—immediately calming me. Chan closed the door behind me, leaning against it as he studied me with those dark, piercing eyes that always made my stomach do flips.

"So... talk," he said softly, tilting his head.

But I couldn't talk. Not when he was looking at me like that. Not when every nerve in my body screamed at me to just do something, anything.

"I... I don't know," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I just felt like I needed to be here."

His brow furrowed, and for a moment, I thought I'd made a mistake. But then he stepped closer, so close I could feel the warmth radiating off him.

"Jeongin," he said, his voice low and careful. "Is there something you're not telling me?"

I couldn't breathe. His proximity, the way he looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered—it was too much.

"I—"

And then, before I could stop myself, I leaned in and kissed him.

It was soft at first, tentative, like I was testing the waters. But then his hands came up, one gripping my waist and the other cupping the back of my neck, and the kiss deepened.

I didn't know what I was expecting—maybe for him to pull away, to tell me this was a mistake—but instead, he kissed me like he'd been waiting for this moment just as long as I had.

When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathing heavily. His forehead rested against mine, and his lips were curved into a soft, almost shy smile.

"Took you long enough," he said, his voice laced with amusement.

"Shut up," I muttered, feeling my face heat up.

He chuckled, pulling me closer. "I'm serious, though. I've been waiting for you to do that."

"You have?" I asked, my voice small.

"Of course I have," he said, brushing a thumb across my cheek. "Why do you think I've been so... obvious?"

"I thought that was just you being you," I admitted, my cheeks burning.

We kissed again. And again. Every time we broke apart, our gazes locked, and we'd find ourselves leaning back in, unable to resist. His lips were warm, soft, and impossibly addictive, like he'd perfected the art of making me melt with every touch.

At some point, we ended up on his couch. His arm was around my shoulders, pulling me close, while my fingers absentmindedly played with the hem of his shirt.

"You know," he said, his voice low and laced with a teasing edge, "if I'd known kissing you would be this good, I would've made the first move ages ago."

I nudged him with my elbow, but I couldn't fight the smile tugging at my lips. "You're so annoying."

"And you like it," he replied, grinning down at me.

I rolled my eyes, but before I could come up with a witty comeback, he pressed another kiss to my temple, silencing whatever protest I had.

We stayed like that for hours, talking in between lazy kisses and bouts of comfortable silence. Eventually, though, the day caught up with us.

I must have dozed off first because the next thing I knew, I was curled against him, his arms securely wrapped around me. His steady breathing against my neck was the most comforting sound I'd ever heard.

For the first time in forever, I didn't feel restless. I didn't feel like I had to prove anything or fight my feelings. I was just... content.

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The next morning, I woke up to sunlight streaming through the windows and Chan's face inches away from mine. His hair was a mess, his lips slightly parted as he slept, and he looked so peaceful that I didn't dare move.

I checked my phone out of habit and froze. 9:45 AM.

"Chan," I whispered, shaking his shoulder gently. "Chan, wake up!"

"Hm?" He groaned, his arms tightening around me. "Five more minutes."

"We're late for school!" I hissed.

His eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, he looked confused. Then he glanced at the clock on the wall and blinked. "Oh. Yeah, we're definitely not making it."

"Chan!"

"What?" he said, smirking as he pulled me back down onto the couch. "Skipping school once isn't the end of the world."

"You're such a bad influence," I muttered, but I didn't resist when he wrapped his arms around me again.

"Maybe," he said, his voice soft as he kissed the top of my head. "But you love it."

I sighed, letting myself relax against him. "Unfortunately, you might be right."

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My phone vibrated against the coffee table like it was trying to escape. I groaned, reaching for it as the notifications continued to pour in. Messages. Group chats. Instagram tags. Even someone from work.

I squinted at the screen.

[Hyunjin 🔞 ]: Where are you?
[Felix✨]: Bottom squad emergency meeting at Blue Hour. Jungwon's bringing Jay, so COME.
[Seungmin🐶]: Jeongin, if you don't answer this chat in five minutes, I'm blocking you.
[Work Group Chat 💸]: Jeongin, swap shifts with Sunoo for Thursday?
[Hyunjin 🔞]: Jeongin?

I sighed. This was why I usually kept my notifications off. Before I could reply to any of them, my phone started ringing.

Hyunjin.

I picked up. "What?"

"Don't 'what' me," he said, his voice sharp. "Where are you? Felix is losing his mind, and Seungmin is threatening to riot."

"Why does everyone care where I am?" I muttered.

"Because you've been MIA all morning," Hyunjin snapped. Then, his tone changed, lighter, teasing. "Wait... did something happen? You're not with Chan, are you?"

I froze.

"Oh my god, you are!" Hyunjin's laugh rang through the phone. "Felix owes me five bucks. I told him you'd finally make a move."

"There's no move," I said quickly, sitting up and trying not to disturb Chan, who was still dozing beside me. "Nothing happened."

"Liar," Hyunjin sang. "Put him on the phone. I want the details from the source."

"No."

"Yes!"

"No!"

Before I could argue further, Hyunjin hung up.

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THERE WILL BE A CHAN POV THEN A HYUNLIX THEN AN EPILOUGE