Taejoon, still holding Han's gaze, slowly stood up, his movements fluid and deliberate. The air was thick with unspoken emotions, and the silence between them seemed to vibrate with tension.
Without breaking eye contact, Taejoon reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind Han's ear. The touch sent shivers down Han's spine, and he felt his heart skip a beat.
Han's eyes never left Taejoon's as he leaned into the touch, his lips parting slightly. The moment seemed to stretch on forever, the anticipation building to a crescendo.
And then, in a movement that seemed almost inevitable, Taejoon leaned in, his lips brushing against Han's in a soft, gentle kiss.
The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the sweetness of the moment.
The kiss deepened, and taejoon arms wrapped around han waist, pulling him closer. Han hands slid up to Han's face, cradling it as they explored the contours of each other lips.
The world outside their little bubble seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the sensation of their lips touching. The kiss was like a key fitting into a lock, a perfect fit that sparked a rush of emotions.
As they broke apart for a moment to catch their breath, Han's eyes sparkled with a mix of surprise and confusion