Chapter 3: Heat Between Us

The moment Jihoon stepped into Minseok’s apartment, the air felt charged, thick with unspoken tension. Minseok stood by the kitchen counter, his usual confident smirk softened by something deeper. Jihoon couldn’t quite place it—was it curiosity? Desire? His heart raced as their eyes locked, the magnetism between them undeniable.

“Come here,” Minseok said, his voice low and husky. The words sent a shiver down Jihoon’s spine, anticipation curling in the pit of his stomach. He hesitated for a split second, then moved toward him, drawn in like a moth to a flame.

Minseok’s hand reached out, brushing against Jihoon’s wrist lightly before sliding up to cup the side of his face. The touch was soft but electric, as if every nerve in Jihoon’s body had suddenly come alive. His breath caught in his throat.

“I’ve been thinking about you,” Minseok murmured, his thumb tracing the outline of Jihoon’s lips. “About this.”

Jihoon’s pulse hammered in his chest as Minseok leaned in, the space between them disappearing in a heartbeat. Their lips met in a slow, deliberate kiss, the kind that started out tender but quickly ignited into something far more intense. Jihoon’s knees felt weak as Minseok’s hands roamed, his fingers threading through Jihoon’s hair before pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.

Minseok’s lips traveled down Jihoon’s jaw, planting heated kisses along the sensitive skin of his neck. Jihoon’s breath hitched, his body responding to every touch, every kiss. It was almost overwhelming—the sensation of being wanted like this, of feeling Minseok’s desire wash over him like a tidal wave.

“Minseok…” Jihoon breathed, his hands gripping the other man’s shirt as if to anchor himself. But Minseok only chuckled softly, a sound that sent ripples of pleasure down Jihoon’s spine.

“Relax,” Minseok whispered against his skin, his voice low and seductive. “Just feel…”

And Jihoon did. Every touch, every movement was electric, pulling him further into this haze of desire that felt almost otherworldly. Minseok’s fingers slid down Jihoon’s sides, slipping beneath his shirt, his touch burning against Jihoon’s skin.

There was nothing hurried about Minseok’s movements—he was deliberate, taking his time, savoring every second, making Jihoon feel as though the world outside had ceased to exist. The only thing that mattered was this moment, this heat between them.

As they moved to the bedroom, clothes slowly disappearing, the intensity only grew. Minseok’s hands were everywhere—tracing the lines of Jihoon’s body, exploring every curve, every dip. The sounds of their breathing mingled, the quiet gasps and moans adding to the charged atmosphere.

Jihoon felt consumed by the passion that enveloped them, his body responding in ways that left him breathless. He couldn’t get enough of Minseok—of his touch, his lips, the way he made Jihoon feel like the center of the universe.

The heat of their bodies intertwined, the air thick with desire, every touch sending shivers down Jihoon’s spine. The night stretched on, and they lost themselves in each other, in the physicality of the moment, the pure, unfiltered desire that seemed to bind them together.

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