The light was soft, golden.
Min-Jae lay asleep, skin warm against Ji-Hoon's, breath gentle on his collarbone.
Ji-Hoon stayed still, watching him, fingers ghosting over the line of his jaw.
So real. So close. Too good to be a dream.
When Min-Jae opened his eyes, he smiled sleepily.
"Do you regret it?" he asked.
Ji-Hoon answered without thinking. "I've dreamed of it for too long to ever regret it."
Their lips met again—no longer hungry, but deep, full of something that felt frighteningly close to love.
Hands roamed again. Not frantic, not rushed. Ji-Hoon touched him like he was memorizing a prayer. Min-Jae responded with soft gasps, his body arching under every caress.
Ji-Hoon moved lower, worshipping every inch. He wanted to taste, to feel, to prove that this was real.
And when he entered him, slowly, lovingly—Min-Jae let out a shuddered moan, head buried in the pillow, whispering his name over and over.
The rhythm was steady. Intimate. Fingers interlaced. Lips brushing. Chests pressed together.
It wasn't just sex.
It was a confession in motion.
They came together, shivering, breathless, wrapped around each other like they might never let go.
And when it was over… they didn't.
Ji-Hoon pulled him close, whispering,
"I'm not letting you walk away from this."
Min-Jae's smile said everything.
He wasn't going anywhere.
The end