The amber glow of the bar cast long shadows, the clink of ice a quiet rhythm against the distant hum of Italian street life. “Another Limoncello, please.” I slid the empty glass forward, the condensation leaving a wet ring on the polished wood. Seokjun, bless that man's poor tired soul, it had surrendered to sleep hours ago. Our last night in Rome, and he was already passed out. Fuck him, but I was determined to wring every drop of enjoyment from it. Though I was just drinking and nothing else.

Suddenly, I felt a new presence settle beside me, a subtle shift in the air. “Whiskey, neat.” The voice, deep and smooth, carried an unexpected warmth, a low thrum that vibrated through the air. I glanced over, a flicker of curiosity. Dark, sharp eyes met mine, a slight upturn at the corners. He offered a small, knowing smile. “Enjoying your night?”

“Trying to,” I admitted, swirling the remaining ice in my glass. “It’s been incredible. Too short, always. It's the last night.”

“That’s the way it goes, doesn’t it?” He picked up his drink. One thing I noticed was his long hands and fingers. “Business trip for me. Barely seen anything beyond hotel conference rooms.”

“Oh, that’s a shame,” I murmured. “Italy deserves more than just a random glance from a window.”

“It does,” he agreed, his gaze lingering on mine. “But even a glimpse is better than nothing, I suppose. You’re here for a vacation, then?”

“With my best friend,” I confirmed, a small smile touching my lips. “We do this every year. Escape the grind.”

“The grind,” he repeated, a soft chuckle escaping him. “I know that feeling. What kind of grind are you escaping?”

“I run a small café back home,” I explained, a wave of familiar warmth washing over me. “Coffee, pastries, the usual. You?”

He took a slow sip of his whiskey. “Something entirely different. Less… aromatic. More numbers.” He offered a playful wink, a spark igniting in his eyes. “So, a café owner in Italy. Did you find any good beans here?”

“Oh, plenty,” I laughed. “Too many. My suitcase is probably just coffee and souvenirs now. What about you? Any interesting finds on your ‘business trip’?”

“Just this bar,” he said, his voice dropping slightly, a rich, intimate tone that made the hair on my arms prickle. “And this drink. Maybe… this conversation.”

I felt a blush creep up my neck. “Well, I’m glad to be an interesting find.” He leaned closer, a faint scent of expensive cologne and something subtly musky. Too strong, made ir hard to breathe anything except him. “You are. More than interesting, actually. What’s your name?”

“Woobin,” I offered, my voice a little breathless. “Baek Woobin.”

“Minjae,” he replied, extending a hand for a handshake, his touch warm and firm as our fingers brushed. “Kang Minjae. So, Woobin. Last night, you said? What are your plans for it? Beyond this excellent Limoncello.”

My gaze dropped to his lips, then back to his eyes, a silent question passing between us. “No plans, really,” I confessed, a thrill running through me. “Just… seeing where the night takes me.”

“Good,” he murmured, his thumb lightly stroking the back of my hand. He was warm. “Because I have a feeling it’s going to be a very interesting night.”

“I certainly hope so,” I replied, my voice a whisper, the air between us suddenly thick with unspoken possibility. My heart did that little thump-thump against my ribs. “What makes you so sure?”

He chuckled, a low, rich sound that seemed to go right into my mind, make me forget the things around me. “Just a feeling. A very strong feeling, Woobin.” His eyes, dark and intense, held mine. “This bar, as lovely as it is, feels a little… public, don’t you think?”

I swallowed, my gaze flicking around the softly lit space, suddenly aware of the other people around, the distant murmur of their conversations. “It does,” I agreed, my voice barely audible. “It really does.”

“Good,” he said, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he pushed himself away from the bar. “Then, shall we find somewhere a bit more… private?” He didn’t wait for an answer, just extended his hand, palm up, an invitation.

My fingers hesitated for only a second before I slipped mine into his, his skin warm and firm against mine. “Lead the way, Woobin.” He said, in a gentle tone.

The elevator ride up was a blur of hushed whispers and stolen glances. “So, you’re on the… what floor are you on?” I asked, my voice a little breathless as the numbers above the door steadily climbed.

He just squeezed my hand. “High enough. What about you, Woobin? Are you high enough?” He winked, and a laugh bubbled up from my chest, a soft, embarrassed sound.

Heh, I managed to look at him, my cheeks warm. “Higher than I thought I’d be tonight, that’s for sure.”

When the elevator doors dinged open on my floor, a shared glance was all it took. He followed me down the quiet hallway, the only sound was the sound of our footsteps. My hand fumbled slightly with the keycard, my fingers suddenly clumsy.

“Need a hand?” Minjae’s voice was a low murmur right next to my ear, his breath warm on my skin.

“Almost got it,” I whispered, and with a soft click, the door unlocked. I pushed the door open, stepping inside, the room bathed in the muted glow from the city lights outside. “Make yourself comfortable.”

He followed me in, the door closing with a soft snick behind him, sealing us in this, suddenly small room. The air in the room, that was previously still, now hummed with a different kind of energy. “Cozy,” he observed, his eyes sweeping over the space before settling back on me, a predatory glint in their depths. “Much cozier than the bar.”

“I think so too,” I managed, my gaze locked with his. I felt a nervous tremor, but it was overshadowed by a heady rush of anticipation. “So, Minjae. No more business talk tonight, right?”

“Hmm,” he hummed, a low, pleased sound as he took a step closer, then another, until he was right in front of me. “Definitely no business talk. Only… pleasure.” His hand reached out, cupping my cheek, his thumb gently stroking my skin. “Unless you consider this business?”

My breath hitched. “Oh, no,” I whispered, leaning into his touch. “This feels like anything but.”

“Good,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, his eyes dropping to my lips. “Because I have a feeling this is going to be very, very good business indeed.” He leaned in, and his lips found mine, a soft press of his lips on mine that quickly deepened, a spark that turned into fire all of a sudden.

His lips were soft, then firm, a gentle pressure that quickly grew insistent. My own lips parted, inviting him in, and his tongue traced the seam, a shiver running down my spine. The kiss deepened, a slow, consuming burn that left me breathless. My hands instinctively found their way to his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his jacket, pulling him closer until there was no space left between us. He smelled of whiskey and that intoxicating musk, a scent that filled my senses and made my head spin.

A soft hum escaped my throat as his fingers tangled in my hair, tilting my head back slightly, deepening the angle of the kiss. It was a kiss that promised everything, a silent conversation of raw desire and unspoken longing. My body felt alight, every nerve ending tingling.

When he finally pulled back, just inches, his eyes were heavy-lidded, filled with an emotion that mirrored my own. “Mmm,” he hummed, a low, satisfied sound, his gaze lingering on my swollen lips. “That was… a good start.”

“It was,” I whispered, my voice hoarse, my chest heaving slightly. “More than good.”

He smiled, a slow, sensual curve of his lips. “I agree.” His hands slid down my back, pulling me flush against him, and I could feel the hard line of his body pressing into mine. “So, Woobin. What now?”

My heart hammered against my ribs. “What do you want, Minjae?” I dared to ask, my gaze locked on his, searching for an answer beyond the obvious.

His eyes darkened further. “I want to know everything about you, Woobin. Every secret, every little sound you make.” His voice dropped to a husky whisper. “Starting now.”

He kissed me again, a hungry, demanding kiss that left no room for doubt. My fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, as desperate to feel the skin beneath, but I was cut off. “Ah —,” a soft gasp escaped me as his hands deftly unbuttoned my own shirt, his fingers brushing against my chest, sending a jolt of electricity through me.

The fabric fell open, revealing my skin to the cool air of the room, and then to the warmth of his touch. His palms splayed across my chest, his thumbs teasing my nipples, eliciting a soft moan that was distinctly my own. “Mmm, Minjae,” I breathed, arching into his touch.

“Say my name again, Woobin,” he murmured against my lips, his voice a low growl. “Just like that.”

He led me backwards, a gentle pressure at my lower back, until the edge of the bed met the backs of my knees. I tumbled onto the soft mattress, and he followed, his weight a welcome presence over me. The soft thud of our bodies hitting the bed was muffled by the pillows.

“Ah!” I gasped as he leaned down, his lips trailing fire down my neck, sending shivers through me. My fingers clenched in his hair, pulling him closer, demanding more. His soft stubble rasped against my skin, a delicious sensation.

“You’re beautiful, Woobin,” he whispered against my ear, his breath warm and intoxicating. “Absolutely beautiful.”

A low whimper escaped me, a sound I hadn't known I could make, as his hand slipped under my shirt, tracing the curve of my hip. The world narrowed to the feel of his skin, the scent of his cologne, the rapid beating of my own heart. This wasn't just a casual encounter; it was a desperate, primal pull, a connection forged in the quiet hum of a bar and now exploding into a symphony of sensation. I knew, with a certainty that thrilled and terrified me, that this night, and this man, would change everything.

His lips were a revelation that found mine again- soft, yet firm, with a persuasive pressure that made my knees weaken. The world narrowed to the space between us as he kissed me, his tongue slipping past my lips to tangle with mine in a dance of increasing passion.

"Minjae," I breathed into the kiss, my hands coming up to cradle his head, his hair soft under my fingers. I poured all the pent-up longing and desire into the embrace, my body molding to his as if trying to melt into him.

He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through me. "Woobin," he murmured, his voice husky with arousal. "You taste even better than I imagined."

I shivered at the praise, my heart racing in my chest. "And you," I managed, pulling back just enough to gaze up at him, my pupils dilated with need. "You're even more incredible than I thought possible."

His eyes gleamed with satisfaction and lust as he claimed my mouth again, deeper, harder this time. His hands roamed over my body, feeling out the curves and planes of my form with a possessive touch.

As the kiss broke, we were both breathing heavily, chests heaving against each other. Minjae's fingers drifted down to my collarbone, tracing the sensitive skin before slipping to the bare expanse of my chest.

I arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping me as his palm cupped the swell of my chest. "Minjae," I gasped, my head falling back as he teased my hardened nipples with his thumb. "You're driving me crazy."

His lips traveled down my neck, nipping and suckling at the tender skin, leaving a trail of heated kisses in their wake. "That's the idea," he whispered against my pulse point, his breath hot against my skin. "I want to leave you begging for more."

I was already there, my hips rocking subtly against his as he worked his magic on my body. The room seemed to spin around us, the city lights outside blurred and distant compared to the intense, all-consuming heat between us.

"Please, Minjae," I whimpered, my voice barely coherent, my body aching for release. "Don't tease me. I need you."

He chuckled again, the sound dark and wicked. With a deft flick, he unfastened my jeans, sliding his hand down to palm my straining erection through the fabric. "As you wish," With a swift motion, he pushed my jeans and underwear down, freeing my aching cock to spring up, slick and throbbing with need.

Minjae's eyes travelled down, admiring my dick- "Damn, Woobin. You really do have a star in your cafe, huh?"

I glared at him, but the amusement in his gaze only served to heighten my arousal. "Shut up," I mumbled, tugging him down by his hair until our lips met again.

This time, there was no gentle advance. We collided with a fierce, urgent hunger, our mouths slavering for each other as we devoured every inch of skin we could reach. I tasted myself on his tongue, the musky, masculine flavor sending me over the edge into pure, unadulterated bliss.

"Minjae," I whispered, my voice barely more than a breath. "I want you."

He lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine in the dim light of the room. There was a hunger there, a raw need that matched my own. "Are you sure, Woobin?"

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest.

Minjae pulled back just far enough to look me in the eye, his gaze dark with desire. "And you'll have me," he promised, his voice a low purr.

He paused for a moment, his fingers tracing the line of my hip, the curve of my thigh. "You're perfect, Woobin," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Absolutely perfect."

I felt a flush of pleasure at his words, a warmth spreading through me that had nothing to do with the heat of the room. This wasn't just about physical attraction; it was about the way he looked at me, the way he touched me, the way he made me feel seen and desired in a way I'd never experienced before.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, sending a shiver of pleasure through me. I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair as he continued to explore, his touch growing bolder, more insistent.

I arched my back, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he teased me closer and closer to the edge. My body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation. I'd never felt anything like this before, never been so consumed by desire, so lost in the moment.

And then, with a suddenness that took my breath away, he was there, his body pressed against mine, his lips finding mine in a fierce, passionate kiss. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, feeling the hard length of him against me.

"I need you, Minjae," I whispered, my voice barely more than a whisper. "Please."

He reached over to the nightstand, fumbling for a moment before finding what he was looking for. I heard the familiar sound of a condom wrapper tearing open, and then he was back, his body hovering over mine, his eyes locked on mine.

"Are you sure, Woobin?" he asked again, his voice low and rough with desire.

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yes. I've never been more sure of anything in my life." Then he leaned down, pressing his lips to the soft swell of my chest.

I arched into him, a soft cry escaping me as his tongue flicked out, tracing the edges of my undershirt. "Minjae," I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. "Please."

He chuckled again, a low, wicked sound. "I told you, patience," he murmured, his lips moving lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses down my stomach.

"Minjae!" I exclaimed, a mixture of shock and arousal coloring my voice.

He just smirked at me, his hands already working on unbuttoning his own shirt. "What?" He chuckled.

He stripped off his shirt and jeans in record time, leaving him bare before me. I couldn't help but let my gaze roam over his body, taking in every inch of his muscular frame, every curve and dip of his chest and abdomen.

He was beautiful, in a way that took my breath away. And he was all mine, at least for tonight.

He reached for me then, pulling me flush against him, his hardness pressing against my stomach. "Now," he growled, his voice rough with need. "Let's get started." He muttered, putting on the condom.

With a soft groan, he entered me, filling me completely, and I gasped, my body arching up to meet his. He moved slowly at first, his hips rocking against mine in a steady rhythm, each thrust sending a wave of pleasure crashing over me.

I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, wanting more, needing more. He quickened his pace, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he drove deeper and deeper, his body slick with sweat.

I clung to him, my fingers digging into his back as I felt the first stirrings of my orgasm, a tight knot of pleasure building deep inside me. I cried out, my voice echoing in the quiet room, and then it was there, a sudden rush of sensation that left me breathless and trembling.

Minjae groaned, his body shuddering as he reached his own climax, his arms tightening around me as he collapsed onto me, his breath hot against my neck.

We lay there for a moment, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating in sync. And then, with a soft sigh, Minjae rolled off me, pulling me close as he gathered me into his arms.

"That was..." he began, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the words.

"Incredible," I finished for him, my voice soft and dreamy.

He nodded, his eyes meeting mine in the dim light. "Absolutely incredible."

A few moments pass by, us laying together in the bed. I just closed my eyes when I heard his voice again. "Another one?" he asked, his voice a low breath.

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "Mmm," I breathed.

And then he pushed me back on the bed. It wasn't long before he was on top of me again. He gave me a moment before hebwas inside me again, in one swift thrust that stole my breath away. I cried out at the sudden intrusion, my back arching off the bed as I felt him stretch me open.

"Fuck," he groaned, his head dropping to rest against my shoulder. "You feel incredible."

I could only moan in response, my fingers scrabbling at his back, my hips lifting to meet his thrusts. He set a brutal pace this time, his hips slamming against mine with every stroke, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the room.

It was intense, overwhelming, a pleasure bordering on pain. I could feel myself building towards a climax already, my body tensing under his as he drove into me again and again.

"Minjae," I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "I'm... I'm going to..."

"I know," he growled, his thrusts growing harder, faster.

And with that, I was gone, my orgasm crashing over me in a tidal wave of pleasure. I cried out his name, my body convulsing under his as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through me.

He followed moments later, his hips. We collapsed together on the bed, our bodies slick with sweat and trembling with the aftershocks of our release.

He pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me and burying his face in my neck. "That was..." he murmured, his voice muffled against my skin. "That was amazing."

I could only nod in agreement, too overwhelmed by the intensity of what we had just shared to form a coherent response. I knew only that I had never felt anything like this before, a pleasure so deep it bordered on pain.

And I knew, without a doubt, that this was only the beginning. Minjae's lips continued to explore my skin, for a little more while. His lips on my face, neck, stomach, thighs. They were everywhere. Minjae let go of me, just to pull me back in his arms.

I smiled, snuggling closer to him as I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. I looked up at him, my voice breathless. "Minjae?"

"Hmm," He responded, his voice low and raspy.

"Stay?" I asked, leaning in to press another kiss onto his lips, as if to lure him into staying a while. I didn't know why I did that. I just wanted him to stay.

Minjae didn't respond, he just wrapped his arms around my body and held me close. I took that as a yes. I snuggled into him, letting myself calm down from the high of the night. And as I drifted off to sleep in Minjae's arms.

~Min

The sunlight spilled through the thin curtains, filling the room in a soft golden glow. My eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, I felt the warmth of last night lingering. I reached out a hand and placed it besides myself. Minjae was gone. Just like that. He vanished into the morning without a sound. When did he even leave?

I shifted, the sheets rustling under me, and when I looked around, I saw some little box on the bedside table. I got curious and reached for it. I discovered a tiny cupcake, sitting neatly inside the box, placed over a napkin. The frosting was simple, nothing fancy but there was a little note tucked beside it.

Woobin, I had to leave early. Work called, and I couldn't stay. I'm not leaving after last night without letting you know you weren't just used. Enjoy the cupcake. - Minjae

I held it in my hands for a moment, the words making me feel happy in an unexpected way. A small, soft smile tugged at my lips. Minjae was somehow leaving a reminder that he cared, even if it was only for a night.

The quietness of the hotel room suddenly felt too much. I set the note down, opened the cupcake box a little to peek inside, and finally let out a long breath. Last night had been… more than I could've expected. Fun, reckless, overwhelming in every way. And now, here I was, left alone in a luxurious room in Rome, with only a cupcake and a memory.

A knock on the door jumped me out from my thoughts. "Woobin? You up yet? We need to get moving!"

My best friend's voice was cheerful, oblivious to the private world I'd just left behind. "Yeah, yeah, give me a second!" I called back, trying to sound normal as if the universe hadn't conspired to leave me in a post-Minjae haze.

I grabbed the cupcake and the note, shoving them gently into my bag as evidence that last night had actually happened. My reflection in the mirror made me wince slightly. My messy hair, cheeks little flushed from sleep, remnants of last night's wine under my eyes. Whatever. Minjae had been worth it. I quickly pulled myself together. Took a quick shower, combed my hair into something resembling a human and not a puppy, and a few sprays of cologne, enough to feel human again.

By the time my best friend barged in with a suitcase, I was dressed, laced my sneakers, and already on autopilot, booking a cab to the airport. "Ready?" he asked, eyes scanning my room like a general inspecting troops.

"Born ready," I said, grabbing my bag and giving the cupcake one last glance. Minjae's signature on a napkin, meant for me.

The streets of Rome were alive with morning energy, people streaming into cafés for espresso, the smell of fresh bread from street-side bakeries curling into the cab. I watched the city pass by, the memories of last night mingling with the warm glow of the early sun.

I couldn't help it; I pulled out the note again and read it once more, almost like a secret. "You weren't just used." The words echoed in my head, strangely comforting. I knew, logically, it was just a one-night fling. But a one-night fling with Minjae felt different.

The cab driver hummed along the route, navigating the tight streets expertly.

A vacation fling in Rome, a hotel room, stolen kisses and whispered promises, and a tiny cupcake as a parting gift. Who even does that? Minjae. That's who.

Seokjun's sharp eyes didn't miss the corner of the folded note peeking out from my pocket. "Uh… Woobin?" His fingers snatched it up before I could react. "What's this?!"

I froze. "Uh… it's… nothing."

"Nothing?" He unfolded it and started reading, eyes widening almost immediately. "'You weren't just used.' Wait— What the fuck? Who is Minjae?"

I blinked, caught off guard by his excitement. "Uh… Minjae… he's… some guy I met last night." My response was vague, my cheeks heating up yet again.

"Some guy? That's all you're going to tell me? Woobin, come on!" Seokjun's grin stretched ear to ear. "A cupcake, a note, some mysterious Minjae… You've got to give me the full story. Every little detail!"

I groaned, hiding my face in my hands. "Seokjun, it's really nothing. Just… a one-night thing. That's it."

"Nothing?" He waved the note in the air, eyes sparkling with disbelief. "Man, a note saying you weren't just used doesn't exactly scream 'nothing.' Come on, Woobin. Height? Charming? Handsome? Smooth? Did he—ohhh, don't tell me—he had that effect on you?"

I could only laugh at his questionnaire, the embarrassment was now warming up my face. "Maybe a little," I admitted.

"A little? Come on, Woobin, you're glowing!" Seokjun leaned back in the cab seat, clearly thrilled. "And a cupcake? That's like… proof that he actually thought about you after leaving. Who even does that? This guy sounds… epic."

I groaned again, half-laughing. "He's… unforgettable. But it's just one night."

"One night, huh? Sure, sure. But I swear, Woobin… you look happy. You really look happy." Seokjun smirked, clearly enjoying himself. "Okay, I'm going to need details. And I mean all the juicy ones. Don't leave out a thing. I want to know who this Minjae is and what he did to make you act like this."

I shook my head, laughing softly, trying to hide the blush that was creeping up my neck. "Seokjun… you're relentless."

"Relentless? Please. I'm your best friend. It's my job to get the full story." He leaned back, holding the note like a trophy. "Don't worry. Your secret's safe… for now. I expect every embarrassing, flirty, ridiculous detail."

I sighed, secretly grateful he wasn't judging me, just teasing relentlessly.

Seokjun seemed incapable of keeping quiet. "I just… can't get over it! A cupcake and a note? He left you a cupcake, Woobin! And how does someone do that and make it look so casual? I need to know everything! Where did you meet him? What happened?"

I laughed again, shaking my head. "Seokjun… I already said it's just… a fling. We met at a bar, talked, and… well… it was last night. That's it."

"Ohhh, c'mon. That's it? Noooo way. You're trying to hide all the fun parts." He nudged me playfully. "I can tell. Your face says way more than you're letting on."

I could only groan, letting a small, secret smile slip. Minjae might be gone, but last night lingered, not just in my memory, but in the little cupcake, the note, and now Seokjun's teasing.

The airport approached ahead. I grabbed my bag from the cab and followed Seokjun inside. Boarding calls echoed, travelers hustled past us, announcements droned on.

Seokjun nudged me as we walked inside to the Security Check. "So… when exactly am I getting the full story?"

I rolled my eyes, hiding the smile threatening to bloom. "Soon… maybe. But for now, let me savor the memory."

Seokjun chuckled, shaking his head. "Memory, huh? You're hopeless."

We passed the security check, finally getting inside the plane. I slumped into my middle seat as the plane was boarding. Seokjun plopped into the window seat beside me, dragging his carry-on overhead.

"So," he started immediately, leaning over, "You're glowing. And I know why. What's that note in your pocket? Who's Minjae?"

I groaned, trying to hide my face. "Seokjun, it's nothing. Really. He's gone. Just… forget it."

He raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Nothing? Ohhh, come on. You're practically vibrating. Spill it. Who is this guy, and what happened last night?"

I looked at him, and looked away, and at him again. Funny yeah? No. I rolled my eyes. "Do you really want to know?"

"Absolutely. I want every juicy detail. Don't leave anything out. I'm talking height, hair, personality, the whole package."

I sighed, knowing I couldn't get away. "Fine. We met in the hotel's bar. I was just drinking, trying to enjoy the last night in Rome— You, of course, were already passed out in your room. I was all alone. And then Minjae showed up. He orderes some whiskey like you know- without mixing mixing. He was next to me and… yeah, so I noticed him."

Seokjun grinned like he was hearing a secret for the first time. "Uh-huh. Classic. And then?"

"I talked to him. He was on a business trip, barely saw Rome. I told him I was on vacation with you."

"Oh, smooth," Seokjun teased. "And flirting started immediately, right?"

"Not really but kinda," I admitted. "He talked for a while, like casual things and then he leaned close, touched my hand. I couldn't ignore it."

Seokjun practically squealed. "Hand on yours? Electric? No way. Come on, what happened next?"

I groaned. "He invited me somewhere private. Said the bar was too public. I hesitated, but I went with him. Elevator ride, hallway… it was all kind of… exciting."

"In the hotel?" Seokjun's eyes widened. "Dude. I can't even. And then what?"

I laughed nervously. "We kissed. At first soft, then… it got intense. His hands everywhere. I mean, really everywhere. Undressed each other. It was messy, passionate, urgent."

"Messy and passionate? Holy shit, Woobin!" Seokjun leaned forward. "You mean… you guys…?"

"Yes, Seokjun. We had sex. Multiple times. And it was… intense. He was confident, dominant, but careful. Making sure I wanted it. And I did. I wanted him."

Seokjun's jaw dropped. "Unbelievable. And he… thought of you after? That note? Cupcake?"

I nodded, a little shy. "Yeah. He left a note saying I wasn't just used, and a cupcake. It was thoughtful, I guess. Even if it was just a one-night thing."

Seokjun laughed, shaking his head. "Dude. You are glowing, like, seriously. And you're trying to say it's nothing?"

I groaned again. "Seokjun, it was amazing, but it's over now. He's gone."

"Gone? Sure, but dude, the memories! And the cupcake! And the note! This is wild. You're glowing, man. I can't stop staring at you."

I laughed nervously, staring out the window. "Yeah… okay, I admit it was amazing. But we only met last night. That's it."

Seokjun leaned closer, grinning. "Oh, come on. Was he teasing you? Did he make you blush? Did you… enjoy it?"

"Yes. Yes to all of that," I admitted, cheeks heating. "He teased me, I teased him back. It was amazing. I've never felt anything like it."

Seokjun clapped me on the shoulder. "Dude. I can't believe this. You, glowing, a note, a cupcake, and a mysterious Minjae. I want the full story, play-by-play. Bar, elevator, hotel room… every embarrassing detail."

I groaned again, hiding my face. "Seokjun… you're relentless. Fine. But it's embarrassing and explicit."

"Exactly! That's the fun part. Come on. I'm your best friend. You have to tell me. Like… step by step. Don't skip anything. I need to know exactly what happened."

I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "Seokjun, please. You don't need to know every detail."

"Oh, I need to. Come on, man, you can't just drop a name like Minjae and leave me hanging. How did it start? Did you kiss first? Did he… touch you?"

I peeked at him, cheeks burning. "We kissed first. That's… the beginning."

"Yeah, but like… how? Soft? Hard? Tongue?"

"Tongue. Soft at first, then… deeper. More intense."

Seokjun practically squealed. "Ohhh, intensity! I like it! Okay, and then what? Hands? Where?"

I groaned. "Hands… everywhere. Shoulders, back… lower."

Seokjun practically leaned over me. "Lower? Lower? Woobin, tell me exactly! Chest? Neck? Your… hips?"

"Yes! Chest, neck, hips… everywhere he could reach. He was… aggressive but careful. Making sure I was okay."

Seokjun laughed loudly. "Holy crap! And clothes? Who got undressed first?"

"I think… me? He kissed me and then slowly undid my shirt. Hands roaming everywhere. I was… I don't know, lost in it. Then he got undressed too."

"And then?" Seokjun pressed, leaning practically onto my lap. "Did he… you know… go inside? How? Slow? Fast?"

I swallowed, heat creeping up my neck. "Yes… inside. Slow at first. Careful. Then… faster. Needed me as much as I needed him."

Seokjun's eyes went wide. "Oh my god! Did you… move? Touch him back?"

"Yes, of course. Grabbed him, kissed him… everything. It was… intense. I've never… felt anything like it."

"And the sounds, Woobin! Did he… groan? Whisper? Did you?"

I groaned audibly. "Yes! He whispered things to me, I… I moaned like- Everything. I was… loud enough that I'm surprised nobody heard in the hallway."

Seokjun chuckled. "And the… climax? Did you finish? How many times?"

I flushed even harder. "Yes, both of us. Multiple times. I've never been so exhausted but… so good."

He leaned back, shaking his head, laughing. "Dude, that's insane! And the note and cupcake afterward? He didn't just leave you hanging?"

"No. He left the note and the cupcake. Said he wasn't just leaving me used. Then he had to go to work."

Seokjun grinned, practically bouncing. "Man, I can't believe this. Glowing, multiple orgasms, cupcakes, thoughtful notes… Woobin, you lucky bastard. I need to live vicariously through you. Step by step—kiss, undress, touches, positions… everything!"

I groaned, but finally gave in, recounting every movement, every kiss, every touch, every whisper, and moan. Seokjun listened in disbelief, awe, and nonstop teasing. "Woobin… dude. This is next-level. I don't know whether to be jealous or impressed!"

I just laughed, leaning back in my seat, cheeks still warm. Last night was unforgettable, and apparently, now, Seokjun's favorite topic of conversation. I took out my phone as we borh quieted down, just to pass time. I was scrolling aimlessly, doing everything in my power not to get bored. I looked up to see how many passengers were seated.

And then I saw him.

Minjae.

Just walking through the aisle, no backpack, no luggage, nothing— just him. Gray coat, pants, shirt. It fit him perfectly. Anyone could guess it was tailored for him. He was walking slowly and my brain short-circuited.

Don't look. Don't look. Act normal. Pretend you don't know him.

Seokjun, naturally, was completely unaware, fiddling with his headphones and humming some random tune. Thank god for small mercies.

I forced my eyes back to my phone, but my hands were trembling. My fingers hovered over the screen like I could make it a shield between us.

He passed a few rows, coming over. My stomach twisted. He glanced at me. Oh god, he sees me. I felt my pulse spike.

Then… he stopped in front of my row. Right there. Just letting his presence register. No words, no smiles, just that calm, devastating air that made my heart pound and my palms sweat.

I froze. Every rational thought fled like a butterfly. Act normal. Look at Seokjun. Pretend nothing is happening. Oh god he's still looking. Breathe. Don't sweat. Don't make eye contact.

But my brain? Gone. He just existed. And that was enough to make me lose it.

Seokjun shifted beside me, finally noticing my sudden stiffness. "Dude… you're freaking me out. You're twitching. What's going on?"

"Nothing!" I hissed, voice tight. "I'm fine."

Seokjun raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh. Totally fine. You're glowing, by the way. Really… radiant. Are you okay?"

I groaned silently, pressing my face into my hands. "Seokjun, stop. Just stop. Please."

Minjae slowly slid into the aisle seat next to mine. No words. No acknowledgment. Just sat. Calm. Composed. Completely aware of the chaos he was causing inside me, but not letting it show.

My chest felt like it had been hit with a hammer. My hands were sweaty. My legs twitched uncontrollably under the seat.

Seokjun, meanwhile, kept scrolling, blissfully unaware. "So… you're just… staring at the aisle, huh?" he said casually.

"No! I'm not—" I started, but stopped. Minjae was literally right there. I couldn't speak. Couldn't move. Couldn't breathe.

He leaned back slightly, relaxed, his presence calm, teasing. He knew I was panicking. That tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his lips confirmed it. He was letting me stew.

I tried to focus on my lap. Breathe. Don't look. Don't. Just don't.

Seokjun nudged me again. "Dude, you're pale. Seriously. Something's going on. You're shaking. Are you cold or… what?"

"No! I'm fine!" I hissed, trying to sound normal. My voice was shaky. Too late. My heart was racing like it wanted to jump out of my chest.

Minjae didn't move. Didn't say a word. Just existed beside me, calm, composed, like nothing had happened, yet every nerve in my body was screaming.

Oh god, oh god, oh god. He knows I know he knows. And I can't—don't look—don't look—

Seokjun, of course, was completely oblivious. "You're sweating, by the way. Hot flashes? Nervous? Excited? What's going on?"

I groaned internally. "Seokjun, for the love of god, stop talking!"

Minjae gave me the tiniest glance. Just one, subtle, calm, acknowledging. No smirk this time. Not teasing. Just… awareness. And that made me want to crawl under the seat.

I pressed my hands against my face. Tried to disappear. Tried to make myself invisible.

Seokjun hummed again, scrolling, muttering under his breath. "Man… you're acting weird. Something's up. I can tell. Maybe… someone sitting next to you? Huh?"

I froze. Yes. Someone. Someone I can't handle. Someone who ruins my ability to act casual ever again.

Minjae shifted slightly in his seat calmly. No teasing. Just his subtle presence, like he was letting me figure out my own panic.

I could feel my heart hammering. My stomach was in knots. My hands were shaking. I wanted to speak, to say something, anything, but I couldn't.

Seokjun leaned back finally, oblivious. "Alright, whatever. You're freaking out, that's fine. But you need to calm down, man. You're about to be on a plane for a few hours."

I groaned quietly, resting my face on my arm, still trembling slightly. Minjae, beside me, was the picture of calm. He hadn't said a word. Just let me panic silently while I tried, and failed to act normal.

And all the while… Minjae just sat there, letting me stew in my own chaos, completely aware but completely gentle.

Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

~ Min

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