THE LIE BETWEEN US || yeonbin||

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The dorm was quiet.

Not the peaceful kind. The loaded kind.

Yeonjun had barely stepped through the door when he felt it-heat crawling up his spine. The door clicked shut behind him. No members. No cameras. Just that humming, dangerous silence.

Soobin was right behind him.

Not rushing. Just walking. Slow. Controlled.

Predatory.

Yeonjun turned around with a grin he didn't feel. "You've been quiet."

Soobin's eyes were dark. "And you've been reckless."

Yeonjun laughed, trying to play it off. "Come on. It was just fanservice."

Soobin stepped closer. "Blowing kisses? Flirting like you were on a dating show? Pressing your thighs into your seat like you wanted people to stare?"

He was toe to toe with Yeonjun now. No smirk. No teasing. Just heat.

Yeonjun's voice faltered. "You're being dramatic-"

Soobin's hand came up. Not rough. Not loud.

Just firm.

His palm cradled Yeonjun's jaw. Tilted it.

"You've been acting like I don't know how to make you behave."

Yeonjun's breath hitched. His bravado cracked.

There was nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.

He was cornered. And he knew it.

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The Bedroom

Soobin walked him backwards into his room - the familiar space suddenly too small, too charged. The door closed with a soft thud behind them.

Yeonjun stepped back until his knees hit the edge of the bed.

Soobin didn't let him fall.

He pushed him down.

Climbed over him.

"You wanted attention?" Soobin asked, voice low and steady. "You have mine now."

Yeonjun swallowed. "I-"

"Shh."

Soobin leaned in, breath warm against his ear. "No more brat games."

He kissed him then. Nothing soft. Nothing slow.

It was punishment.

It was possession.

And Yeonjun melted into it - all teasing gone, replaced with something raw and breathless.

Soobin's hands slid under his shirt, dragging it up inch by inch. His mouth followed, leaving kisses and bites - a trail of reminders.

"Every time you act up in public," Soobin whispered, "you're going to remember this."

Yeonjun gasped, clinging to his shoulders. "Soobin-"

"No."

Soobin's hand gripped his waist, grounding him. "No more talking."

And for once, Yeonjun obeyed.

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Later

They lay there in silence.

Yeonjun's hair was a mess. His lips were swollen. His body ached-in all the right ways.

Soobin pulled him close, burying his face in Yeonjun's shoulder. "You okay?"

Yeonjun nodded. "You didn't hold back."

"You didn't want me to."

A pause.

Then Yeonjun laughed softly. "I deserved that."

Soobin looked up. "You deserve everything. Even when you're a menace."

They kissed again, this time soft - slow.

Like they had time.

They didn't.

⸻

Ping.

Soobin's phone buzzed on the nightstand.

One buzz.

Then three.

Then nonstop.

Yeonjun groaned. "Ignore it."

Soobin reached for it, still tangled in the sheets.

His entire body went still.

Yeonjun sat up. "What is it?"

Soobin turned the phone toward him.

On the screen:

DISPATCH EXCLUSIVE: Secret TXT Couple? Leaked Dorm Footage Sparks Chaos

A blurry screenshot. Two figures. One seated on the other's lap. Kissing.

It was them.

Yeonjun stared. "No. No, they couldn't-"

The messages started flooding in.
• Manager: "Get out of bed. Now."
• Staff: "DO NOT POST. DO NOT COMMENT."
• Beomgyu: "Holy sht. They leaked it."*

Yeonjun's hands trembled.

Soobin pulled him in without a word.

Yeonjun shook. "This will ruin everything."

"No." Soobin's voice was steady. "It'll change everything. But not ruin us."

The fan meeting was foreplay.
The dorm was confession.

But this?
This was war.