Han's eyes widen in surprise as he takes in the grandeur of Taejoon's home. The car door opens, and Taejoon steps out, walking around to Han's side.
"Come on," he says, opening the door and offering Han his hand.
Han hesitates, unsure if he should take it, but Taejoon's expectant gaze makes him cave. He takes Taejoon's hand, feeling a spark of electricity as their palms touch.
Taejoon helps Han out of the car, and they walk towards the mansion. The doors swing open, revealing a stunning interior with high ceilings and elegant decor.
As they step inside, Han can't help but feel a sense of awe. "This is your place?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
Taejoon nods, his eyes gleaming with pride. "Yeah. I like my space."
Han's gaze roams over the opulent decor, taking in the artwork and expensive furnishings. "It's...impressive," he says, trying to sound nonchalant.
Taejoon chuckles, leading Han deeper into the mansion. "I'll show you around," he says, his hand still holding Han's.
As they walk, Han can't shake off the feeling that he's in trouble, that Taejoon's motives for bringing him here aren't entirely pure...
As they walk through the mansion, Taejoon points out various artworks and decorative pieces, his knowledge and passion for art evident in his voice. Han listens intently, impressed despite himself by Taejoon's depth of knowledge.
As they reach a large glass door, Taejoon pushes it open, revealing a stunning view of the surrounding gardens. The sound of water features and chirping birds fills the air, creating a serene atmosphere.
"Let's get some fresh air," Taejoon suggests, stepping out onto the patio.
Han follows, feeling the warm sun on his skin and the gentle breeze rustling his hair. They walk to the edge of the patio, where a stunning view of the gardens unfolds before them.
Taejoon turns to Han, his expression serious. "I brought you here because we need to talk," he says, his voice low and intense.
Han's heart skips a beat as he wonders what's coming. "About what?" he asks, trying to sound casual.
Taejoon's eyes lock onto Han's, his gaze piercing. "About us," he says, his voice dripping with emotion.
Han's world seems to slow down, his mind racing with possibilities...
The air is thick with tension as Taejoon's words hang between them. Han's heart is racing, and he can feel his pulse pounding in his neck. He tries to speak, but his voice catches in his throat.
Taejoon's eyes seem to bore into Han's soul, searching for something. "I've been wanting to talk to you about this for a long time," he says, his voice low and husky.
Han's mind is reeling, trying to process what's happening. He feels like he's standing on the edge of a cliff, staring into the unknown.
Suddenly, Taejoon's face inches closer, his breath warm against Han's skin. Han's heart skips a beat as he realizes what's about to happen...
Taejoon's lips brush against Han's, sending shivers down his spine. The world around them melts away, leaving only the two of them, suspended in this moment...
The kiss deepens, and Han feels like he's losing himself in the sensation. He's been caught off guard, and his mind is racing to catch up. For a moment, he forgets to resist, lost in the warmth and pressure of Taejoon's lips.
But reality snaps back into place, and Han's instincts kick in. He pushes Taejoon away, his hands on his chest, his heart racing.
"Taejoon, stop!" Han says, his voice firm but shaking slightly.
Taejoon's eyes are glazed over, but he blinks, coming back to reality. He looks at Han, his expression a mix of surprise and longing.
"Han..." Taejoon says, his voice husky, but Han cuts him off.
"Explain," Han demands, his voice cold, his eyes flashing with a mix of emotions. "What was that?"
The air is thick with tension as Taejoon searches for the right words...
Taejoon's eyes drop, and he takes a step back, his shoulders sagging slightly. "I...I couldn't help it," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've had feelings for you for a long time, Han."
Han's expression is a mixture of shock and confusion. "Feelings?" he repeats, his voice incredulous. "What kind of feelings?"
Taejoon's gaze rises, his eyes locking onto Han's. "You know exactly what kind of feelings," he says, his voice filled with emotion. "I care about you, Han. Deeply. And I think...I think you might feel the same way."
Han's face feels hot, and he can feel his heart pounding in his chest. He takes a step back, his mind reeling with the implications of Taejoon's words.
"I don't know what to say,"You already rejected me a few days ago," Han said, his voice firm but with a hint of pain. "And now I'm trying to move on. You're saying this now?"
Taejoon's face fell, and he felt like he'd been punched in the gut. He knew han had right to be upset, not after he'd pushed Han away just a few days ago.
Taejoon's face falls, but he takes a step forward, his eyes pleading. "Just...just listen to me, okay?" he says, his voice filled with desperation. "Let me explain, let me tell you how I feel..."
"Han, I...I know I don't deserve it," Taejoon said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I was blind, and I didn't realize what I had until it was almost too late. Please, just listen to me."
"You're too late, Taejoon," he said, shaking his head. "You had your chance, and you chose to push me away. Don't expect me to just forgive and forget because you've suddenly realized what you want."
Taejoon's eyes dropped, and he felt a wave of despair wash over him. He knew he deserved this, but it still hurt to hear Han's words. He took a step forward, but Han held up his hand, stopping him.
"Just give me some space, Taejoon," Han said, his voice firm. "I need time to process this."
Taejoon's eyes bored into Han's, his voice low and husky. "If you're really trying to get over me, then prove it," he said, his words dripping with intensity. "Tell me right in my face that you're not in love with me anymore."
Han's lips parted, but no words came out. He tried to speak, to form the words that would set him free, but his voice was trapped in his throat. The truth was, he was still deeply in love with Taejoon, and he couldn't bring himself to lie.
The silence between them was oppressive, and Taejoon's eyes seemed to see right through Han's facade. Slowly, Taejoon's face twisted into a mixture of sadness and longing.
Han's eyes dropped, unable to meet Taejoon's gaze. That was all the confirmation Taejoon needed. He took a step closer to Han, his movements slow and deliberate.
Without a word, Taejoon reached out and gently placed his hands on Han's cheeks, his thumbs tracing the lines of Han's jaw. Han's eyes snapped up to meet Taejoon's, a mix of emotions swirling in their depths.
Taejoon's eyes burned with intensity. "I know you still feel it, Han," he whispered, his breath caressing Han's skin. "I know you're still in love with me."