As they jogged through the park, Han was completely absorbed in the rhythm of their footsteps, oblivious to the admiring glances he was getting from the other guys. Taejoon, however, was acutely aware of every single one of them. His eyes narrowed slightly as he watched a group of guys do a collective double take, their eyes lingering on Han's profile.
Taejoon felt a sudden surge of jealousy, which caught him off guard. Before he could process the emotion, his actions seemed to take on a life of their own. He swiftly removed his jacket and wrapped it around Han's shoulders.
Han's head snapped towards him in surprise, "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement.
But Taejoon didn't respond. He just kept jogging, his face neutral, his eyes fixed on the path ahead. Han looked at him quizzically, but Taejoon's expression remained inscrutable.
Han shrugged and adjusted the jacket, still looking at Taejoon with a questioning expression. Taejoon could feel Han's gaze, but he refused to meet it, his heart racing with unspoken emotions.
Han looked at Taejoon expectantly, waiting for an explanation, but Taejoon's face remained stoic. Han raised an eyebrow, shrugged, and continued jogging, Taejoon's jacket still wrapped around his shoulders.
As they turned a corner, Han glanced at Taejoon sideways, trying to gauge his mood. Taejoon's eyes were fixed on the path ahead, his expression unreadable. Han's gaze lingered on Taejoon's profile, and he felt a flutter in his chest. He quickly looked away, focusing on his breathing.
The silence between them was comfortable, but Han couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between them. He wondered if Taejoon's sudden jacket-wrapping move was more than just a friendly gesture.
What do you think is going on with Taejoon? Does he have feelings for Han?
Han's eyes widened as he spotted an ice cream shop. His face lit up with excitement, and he quickened his pace, pulling Taejoon along with him. "Ice cream!" he exclaimed, his eyes fixed on the colorful treats.
But as they reached the shop, Han's expression faltered. He rummaged through his pockets, coming up empty-handed. "Shoot," he muttered, looking at Taejoon with big, puppy-like eyes. "I didn't bring my wallet... or my ATM card," he added, his voice hopeful.
Taejoon raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. "You're looking at me like I'm going to magically produce ice cream out of thin air," he said
Han's puppy eyes only grew more intense, his lower lip jutting out in a pout.
Taejoon laughed, shaking his head. "You're something else, Han," he said, digging into his pocket and pulling out his wallet. "What flavor do you want?"Han's face lit up with excitement as he scanned the flavors. "Ooh, I'll have a scoop of cookie dough and a scoop of mint chocolate chip, please!" he exclaimed, his eyes shining with anticipation.
Taejoon chuckled and ordered their ice cream. As they walked out of the shop, Han took a lick of his ice cream and let out a happy sigh. "Mmm, this is so good!" he said, his eyes closed in bliss.
Taejoon smiled, watching Han savor his ice cream. "You're so easy to please," he teased, taking a lick of his own ice cream.
Han opened his eyes, a mischievous glint in them. "Hey, ice cream is the best," he said, before suddenly leaning in and taking a lick of Taejoon's ice cream.
Taejoon's eyes widened in surprise, and he laughed, trying to pull his ice cream away. "Hey, get your own!" he joked, but Han just grinned, his face smeared with ice cream.
Han was enjoying his ice cream with reckless abandon, licking the cone with gusto and making happy little noises with each bite. Taejoon couldn't help but watch him, a warm smile spreading across his face. Han's carefree joy was infectious, and Taejoon found himself feeling happy just by being near him.
As Han continued to devour his ice cream, a small glob of mint chocolate chip got stuck in the corner of his mouth. Taejoon's eyes were drawn to the tiny smudge, and he felt a pang of affection. Han was so absorbed in his ice cream that he didn't even notice.
Taejoon's gaze lingered on Han's face, taking in the details of his features. Han's eyes were closed in bliss, and his cheeks were flushed from the cold ice cream. The smudge of ice cream only added to his charm, making him look endearingly messy.
Taejoon's heart skipped a beat as he felt a strong urge to reach out and wipe away the ice cream smudge. He hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering in mid-air before he decided to go for it. With a gentle touch, he wiped away the smudge, his fingers grazing Han's skin.
As Taejoon's finger grazed Han's skin, wiping away the ice cream smudge, Han's eyes flew open, and he looked up at Taejoon in surprise. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the only sound the gentle hum of the ice cream shop in the background.
Han's face began to heat up, and he could feel his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He hadn't even noticed that he had ice cream on his face. Taejoon's gentle touch sent shivers down his spine, and he felt his heart skip a beat.
Han's eyes locked onto Taejoon's, and he couldn't look away. He felt like he was drowning in the depths of Taejoon's gaze, his heart racing with excitement. He couldn't help but blush, his face growing hotter by the second.
Taejoon's eyes seemed to hold a hint of tenderness, and for a moment, Han thought he saw something there, something that made his heart flutter. But then, Taejoon's expression returned to normal, and he pulled his hand back, leaving Han feeling bereft.
Han looked away, trying to compose himself, his face still burning with embarrassment. "Thanks," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.