It had been a long day — the kind that leaves your feet sore and your heart full. The café had closed an hour ago, and the last light of twilight faded behind the city skyline. Now, soft jazz hummed from a small speaker, blending into the low rustle of fabric and the clink of mugs being washed in the kitchen.
Kai emerged from the shower, his hair still damp, dressed in a loose cotton shirt that hung off one shoulder. He found Soobin sitting on the couch, thumbing through a book he wasn’t really reading, his body tired but his eyes alert — waiting.
“Still awake?” Kai asked softly, approaching from behind.
Soobin smiled faintly, not looking up. “I was waiting for you.”
Kai walked around the couch and sat down beside him, pulling his knees up and resting his chin on them. “You didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to.”
There was a pause. The moment hung quietly, the air warm with something unspoken.
Soobin closed the book and set it aside, then reached out, brushing a strand of damp hair from Kai’s forehead. His fingers lingered — grazing skin, then drifting down to trace Kai’s jaw. Kai leaned into the touch, eyes fluttering shut.
“I like you like this,” Soobin murmured.
Kai opened one eye lazily. “Like what?”
“Softer. Bare. Yours.”
Kai’s lips curved into a slow smile. “Then come closer.”
Soobin leaned in. Their foreheads touched first — a moment of stillness, a breath passed between them — before their lips found each other. The kiss was unhurried, like they had all the time in the world. It was sweet, familiar… but quickly grew deeper, their connection growing heavier with every second.
Soobin’s hands slid around Kai’s waist, pulling him into his lap. Kai’s legs straddled him without hesitation, arms wrapping around his shoulders as he kissed him again — slower this time, more deliberate. It was the kind of kiss that spoke of years, of knowing every scar and loving it anyway.
“You make it so hard to be patient,” Kai whispered against Soobin’s lips.
“You never were patient to begin with.”
Kai laughed, a soft huff against Soobin’s neck. “Shut up.”
Their laughter gave way to breathlessness as hands explored — fingertips gliding over ribs, brushing over the nape of a neck, tracing down the curve of a back. Every touch felt like poetry. Every sigh was a lyric.
Soobin stood, carrying Kai with him, their bodies pressed together. He brought him into their room, the lights dimmed to golden warmth. The world outside faded — there was only the soft rustle of clothes being discarded, the warmth of bare skin against skin, the whisper of Kai’s name on Soobin’s lips like a prayer.
They sank into the bed like it had been waiting for them all day. There was no rush — no frenzy. Just the quiet, aching way two people love each other after everything they’ve been through.
Kai ran his fingers down Soobin’s spine, slow and reverent. “You always hold me like I’ll disappear.”
“Because I’m still afraid,” Soobin admitted softly, leaning down to kiss Kai’s collarbone. “Of losing this. You.”
“You won’t,” Kai whispered, cupping his face. “I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.”
Soobin’s hands trembled slightly as they laced with Kai’s. They moved together in a rhythm that wasn’t just physical, but deeply emotional — a silent conversation between their bodies. It was warmth, forgiveness, longing, and surrender all wrapped into one.
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Only You (YeonGyu)
Фанфикшн(completed) In a world that feels cold and unforgiving, a quiet student carries the weight of sadness and pain, navigating life with numb footsteps and a heart too used to disappointment. That is, until he meets him-his teacher. Charismatic, warm, a...
