(M/M erotic scene – reader discretion is advised)
> Ji-Han hadn't moved.
Not when Jae-In lifted his hand to tag his name on his wall.
Not when he crossed the threshold like he owned the place.
Not even when their eyes locked like two blades ready to bleed.
He only moved when Jae-In gently pushed him against the closed door.
— "Always shirtless? Or is this just to tease me?"
Ji-Han raised an eyebrow, a half-smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
— "And you? Always this rude?"
— "You're gonna love my rudeness."
Jae-In's hands slid over his warm, steam-slicked skin. He tugged gently at the towel wrapped around Ji-Han's hips, letting it drop to the floor.
Ji-Han inhaled a little deeper but said nothing.
He wasn't running.
He was waiting.
He was testing.
And Jae-In took the bait.
— "You want it slow? Or do you want me to earn that line on your wall?"
Ji-Han stepped closer until their chests brushed.
— "Break my bed. But let your name be the last thing I scream."
No more words were needed.