Blame no dating

Bonus

let's go

He rang the doorbell and waited, his heart pounding in his chest. A few moments later, the door opened, and James appeared, a smile on his face.

James (mc)

You're here

James said, stepping aside to let Justin in.

James (mc)

Come in, come in. I've been waiting for you.

Justin stepped inside the apartment, his gaze taking in the cozy space. The lights were dimmed, and there were a few candles lit, casting a warm glow over the room.

James (mc)

Make yourself comfortable

James said, gesturing to the couch.

James (mc)

I'll go get us some drinks.

He disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Justin alone for a few moments.

Justin sat down on the couch, feeling a flutter of nerves in his stomach. He glanced around the room, taking in the small touches that made the space feel like home - framed photos on the wall, a soft throw blanket draped over the back of the couch, a few books stacked on the coffee table.

A moment later, James returned with two glasses of red wine. He handed one to Justin and sat down next to him, their bodies only a few inches apart.

Justin (ml)

thanks,

Justin said, taking a sip of the wine. The smooth, rich flavor of the wine danced on his tongue, doing little to still the butterflies in his stomach.

James leaned back on the couch, one arm casually draped over the back of it. He turned to Justin, his eyes fixed on him.

James (mc)

So, how was practice today?"

Justin felt a pang of guilt at the question. Silan's words from earlier echoed in his mind. ''We need to focus on our music and our schedules, not on relationships. No dating.''

He forced a smile on his face.

Justin (ml)

It was good

he said, keeping his voice casual.

Justin (ml)

We're getting the hang of the new choreography.

James (mc)

that's good to hear

James said, not quite buying Justin's casual tone. He took a sip of his wine, studying Justin's expression.

James (mc)

You seem a bit distracted, though. Is something on your mind?

Justin fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, feeling uncomfortable under James' gaze. He didn't want to get into the topic of the group's strict no-dating rule.

Justin (ml)

Just tired, I guess

he said, avoiding eye contact.

James reached out and put a hand on Justin's arm, his touch gentle.

James (mc)

You know you can talk to me, right? You can tell me anything.

to be continued