Han asked Taejoon, his voice laced with amusement, "Is that why you refused to let me go out with Min-Soo today and forced me here?"
Taejoon's eyes widened in surprise, and he took a step back, his face falling. "So Min-Soo is the person you were heading to?" he stammered, his voice tight with tension.
Han's grin grew wider as he nodded, his eyes glinting with teasing.
Taejoon's face turned bright red with a mix of surprise and relief. "Good thing I didn't let you go, Han," he muttered, his voice low and possessive.
Han's eyes sparkled with amusement as he took a step closer to Taejoon. "You're really something, you know that?" he said, his voice low and husky. "I had no idea you were so possessive."
Taejoon's face grew even redder as he looked away, trying to hide his embarrassment. "I just...I didn't want you to go out with him, okay?" he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Han's grin softened, and he reached out to gently turn Taejoon's face back to him. "Hey, it's okay," he said, his voice gentle. "I kind of like it."
Taejoon's eyes met Han's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them palpable. Then, without another word, Han leaned in, his lips brushing against Taejoon's in a soft, gentle kiss.
Taejoon pulled away, a smirk on his face. "Hey, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice teasing. "You're going to kiss me like that and then just walk away? You're going to take responsibility for kissing me?"
But Han just laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. The sound was low and husky
With a sudden movement, Taejoon grasped Han's waist and lifted him onto the counter, their faces now level with each other. Han's eyes widened in surprise, but he couldn't help but laugh at the sudden action.
Taejoon's hands lingered on Han's waist, his fingers brushing against the fabric of Han's shirt. "Now you're at my level," he said, his voice low and playful, a mischievous glint in his eye.
The proximity between them was palpable, and Han's laughter slowly died down as he met Taejoon's gaze. The air was charged with tension, and for a moment, it seemed like time stood still.
Han's hands rested on Taejoon's hips, his fingers tracing the lines of his belt. He looked up at Taejoon, his eyes sparkling with amusement and something more. "You think you're in control now, don't you?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Taejoon's face was inches from Han's, their lips almost touching. He smiled, his eyes gleaming with confidence. "I think I'm exactly where I want to be," he said, his breath whispering against Han's skin.
Taejoon's smile grew, his eyes locked on Han's, as he leaned in closer, their lips almost touching. The air was thick with anticipation.
Without any hesitation or interruption, Taejoon's lips finally met Han's, the kiss deepening as they lost themselves in the moment.
Taejoon reached behind him and turned off the stove, the kitchen falling silent except for the sound of their ragged breathing. Han's legs were still wrapped around his waist, and he showed no signs of letting go.
As the flame died out, Taejoon's lips never left Han's, the kiss growing more intense, more passionate. Han's fingers dug deeper into Taejoon's hair, pulling him closer, as if trying to merge their bodies into one.
The room was warm, the air thick with desire, and Taejoon's hands slid down to Han's hips, holding him tight as they lost themselves in the moment.
The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, wrapped in their own private bubble. Han's lips were like a fire that consumed Taejoon, leaving him breathless and wanting more.
Taejoon's hands roamed over Han's body, tracing the contours of his muscles, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath his clothes. Han's fingers were tangled in his hair, holding him close, as if afraid to let go.
The kiss was like a storm, wild and unrelenting, sweeping them both away in its intensity.
Han's head tilted back, his eyes closing as he let out a soft sigh, his chest rising and falling with each breath. Taejoon's gaze followed the line of his neck, his fingers tracing the curve of Han's jawline.
The moment hung suspended, filled with anticipation and promise. Taejoon's lips brushed against Han's neck, sending shivers down his spine. Han's hands slid up Taejoon's arms, holding him close, as if to draw him in deeper.
Taejoon's lips grazed Han's skin, sending waves of pleasure through both of them. Han's fingers dug into Taejoon's arms, his body arching slightly as Taejoon's mouth explored his neck.
Taejoon's hands roamed over Han's body, tracing the lines of his shoulders, his chest, his hips. Everywhere he touched seemed to ignite a fire that burned hotter with each passing moment.
Taejoon's hands slid under Han's shirt, his fingers tracing the warmth of his skin. Han's moans as his eyes fluttered open, his gaze locking onto Taejoon's, filled with a mix of desire and vulnerability.
As the moments ticked by, the tension between them grew thicker, like a palpable fog that clung to their skin. Taejoon's fingers whispered secrets to Han's skin, drawing soft gasps and gentle shivers.
Han's hands, tangled in the sheets, flexed and relaxed, as if grasping for control. His eyes, bright with desire, locked onto Taejoon's
Taejoon's phone rang, shrill and insistent, slicing through the intimate atmosphere. Han's eyes fluttered open, a hint of annoyance crossing his face as Taejoon's gaze was pulled away from him.
The screen lit up with Mr. Kim's name, the caller ID a stark reminder of the world outside their little bubble. Taejoon ignored it, letting the call go to voicemail as he refocused on Han.
The moment was reclaimed, the outside world pushed back by the force of their connection. Han's eyes never left Taejoon's, his gaze burning with a quiet intensity that seemed to sear the air between them.
Taejoon's phone buzzed with a text from Mr. Kim, the screen lighting up with an insistent glow. Taejoon ignored it, his focus solely on Han, on the way his skin felt under his fingertips, on the gentle curve of his lips.
The phone continued to buzz, notifications piling up, but Taejoon didn't care. Nothing else mattered except the man in front of him, the way he made him feel, and the moments they shared together.
"Maybe you should pick up," Han said, his voice low and husky, his eyes never leaving Taejoon's. "It might be important. Mr. Kim might need you back at the company."
Taejoon's gaze lingered on Han's face, searching for something, before he finally relented. He reached for his phone, his movements slow and deliberate. As he scrolled through the messages, his expression grew more serious.
"Everything okay?" Han asked, his brow furrowing slightly as he watched Taejoon's face.
Taejoon's eyes met Han's, a hint of tension in his shoulders. "It's just Mr. Kim. He wants me to come in to discuss some urgent business."
The words hung in the air, leaving an unspoken question: would their moment together have to wait?
Han chuckles and said,let just go for now
Taejoon smiled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he reached out to scoop Han up in his arms. Han let out a surprised laugh, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he tried to squirm free.
"I can walk, you don't have to carry me around," Han protested, his voice filled with laughter.
Taejoon's grip only tightened, his arms wrapping securely around Han's waist. "I like carrying you," he said, his voice low and husky, his eyes gleaming with affection.
Han's protests dissolved into giggles as Taejoon lifted him up, his legs wrapping instinctively around Taejoon's waist as he leaned in to nuzzle his face into the crook of Taejoon's neck.