No Strings Attached

.Until the truth becomes impossible to ignore.

Neither of them hesitated.

Sehun barely got the door open before Baekhyun was pulling him inside. The city lights cast a soft glow through the massive windows, but neither of them cared about the view. The only thing on Baekhyun's mind was the heat pooling in his stomach-the adrenaline, the rush, the absolute thrill of giving in.

Sehun kicked the door shut, his voice lower now, rougher. "We shouldn't be doing this."

Baekhyun smirked, fingers trailing down Sehun's chest. "Then stop me."

Sehun didn't.

Instead, he grabbed Baekhyun's wrists and pushed him onto the couch, hovering over him, eyes dark with something Baekhyun refused to name.

Baekhyun swallowed. His pulse was out of control, but he kept his voice steady. "No emotions. No strings. Just stress relief. That was the deal."

Sehun's jaw ticked. For a second-just a second-he hesitated.

Then he leaned down, lips brushing against Baekhyun's ear as he whispered, "I don't break deals."

And just like that, they were at war again.

A war they both knew they were losing.

Scene: The Morning After – Unresolved Tension

Baekhyun woke up to the soft glow of morning sunlight filtering through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows. His body ached in all the right places, warmth still lingering where Sehun had touched him.

For a moment, just a fleeting second, it felt nice.

Then reality set in.

Sehun was still here.

Baekhyun turned his head and found the man lying beside him, hair tousled, bare chest rising and falling in steady breaths. Peaceful. Too peaceful for someone who usually exuded arrogance like a second skin.

Baekhyun swallowed.

This wasn’t supposed to feel intimate.

Sliding out of bed as quietly as possible, he reached for his clothes, hastily pulling on his shirt. He needed to leave before Sehun woke up. Before things got awkward.

Before he started overthinking.

But the moment he stood up, a deep voice, still rough from sleep, broke the silence.

"Running away again?"

Baekhyun froze.

He turned slowly to find Sehun propped up on one elbow, watching him with a knowing smirk. His gaze was lazy, amused, and infuriatingly attractive.

Baekhyun scoffed, forcing nonchalance into his tone. "I have a meeting in an hour. Unlike you, some of us actually work for a living."

Sehun hummed, stretching. The movement was unintentional, effortless, but it still made Baekhyun’s throat go dry. "You say that, but you always end up here anyway."

Baekhyun shot him a glare. "It’s just convenient."

Sehun’s smirk widened. "Sure."

Baekhyun hated the way his stomach flipped.

He grabbed his blazer and turned for the door. "I’ll see you at the next meeting."

Sehun’s voice followed him, smooth and teasing. "Or before that, if you get bored."

Baekhyun didn’t dignify that with a response.

But as he stepped out into the crisp morning air, he hated how true those words felt.