Between the lines /SOOGYU/

Do Not Disturb

Friday Night – A Date That Actually Feels Like One

Beomgyu couldn’t stop checking his reflection in every glass window they passed. His hair was styled but not too styled. He’d borrowed one of Yeonjun’s jackets, the fancy one with gold trim. He looked expensive. Nervous, but expensive.

Soobin looked unfairly good in a simple black turtleneck and a silver chain.

“Stop staring at me like that,” Soobin teased.

“I’m not staring,” Gyu lied. “You’re just… glowy.”

Soobin bumped their shoulders as they walked. “That’s a new one.”

Dinner was at a rooftop restaurant overlooking the city — the kind of place with candles on every table and violins playing softly in the corner. Soobin had booked it. Said he wanted their first real date to feel like something they could remember even years from now.

It worked.

They talked, laughed, and held hands under the white tablecloth. And when dessert came, Gyu fed Soobin a spoonful of tiramisu and didn’t even blush (well, not much).

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Later – The Fancy Motel

Soobin unlocked the suite door with a key card that looked like a credit card.

Inside? Damn.

There was a velvet loveseat, a king-sized bed with golden accents, a minibar stocked with everything except soju, and a bathroom that looked like it belonged in a drama. Soft music played from hidden speakers, the lighting dim and golden.

Beomgyu stood frozen at the doorway. “Did you book a honeymoon suite?”

Soobin chuckled. “I told you. I wanted tonight to be real.”

“I thought you meant, like… emotional real. Not five-star real.”

“You deserve both.”

Gyu’s cheeks burned. “Okay, smooth talker. Chill.”

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Inside – Awkward in Silk Robes

There were plush robes hanging by the bed. Gyu wore his awkwardly, fingers fiddling with the belt. Soobin had already slipped into his and was pouring two glasses of water at the marble bar.

Beomgyu cleared his throat. “So… now what?”

Soobin walked over and handed him a glass. “Now we admit we’re both nervous.”

“I’m nervous.”

“Me too.”

They sat on the edge of the bed, sipping in silence.

“I keep thinking about that first night,” Gyu said finally. “How we were drunk. How it was messy. How it… meant too much.”

Soobin nodded slowly. “I think about it, too.”

Gyu glanced at him. “What if we mess it up this time?”

Soobin set his glass down. “Then we start again. But I don’t think we will.”

Beomgyu swallowed.

Soobin reached out, brushing his fingers across Gyu’s wrist. “Can I kiss you?”

Gyu didn’t answer.

He just leaned in.

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Later – Luxury Sheets, No Pretending

They kissed like they had nowhere else to be. Like the city didn’t exist outside the golden light of that room.

Soobin’s hands found Gyu’s waist, slow and sure. Gyu’s fingers curled in the soft fabric of Soobin’s robe, pulling him closer until there was nothing between them.

Clothes came off with less urgency this time — more reverence. A slow peel of skin, a reverent gaze. Like every inch of each other deserved to be remembered.

And under those silky sheets, they finally touched like they meant it.

Soft groans. Stolen breaths. Soobin kissed along Gyu’s collarbone while Gyu gripped the sheets with white knuckles. It was careful. Then it wasn’t.

Because once they crossed that line, there was no going slow.

Soobin kissed down Gyu’s chest again, tracing the places he'd only touched before. Gyu arched under him, breathy and undone, the city lights painting golden shapes on their skin.

It was raw.

Hot.

Honest.

Their moans were muffled by kisses. Their hands gripped and guided, no need for words. And when Soobin whispered, “Let me take care of you,” Gyu only nodded, desperate and glowing.

They didn’t hold back.

And when it was done — bodies trembling, skin sticky, hearts pounding like war drums — they just stayed like that.

Soobin ran his fingers through Gyu’s damp hair, both of them tangled in a mess of limbs and high thread-count sheets.

“I really like you,” Soobin said against his neck.

“I know,” Gyu whispered back. “Me too.”