Blind To You, Bound To You 💕 NutHong 💕

8.Behind the closed doors 💗

Nut's eyes widened. His hands froze on Hong's shoulders.
"You're drunk," he said quickly, trying to inject steel into his tone. "You don't know what you're asking for."

But Hong's lips curved into a mischievous smile, his fingers lightly tugging at Nut's sleeve. "I know exactly what I'm asking." He leaned closer, whispering against Nut's ear, "I don't want to be anywhere else... just with you."

Nut swallowed hard, heat crawling up his neck. His heart thrashed between guilt and desire.

Images of Lego with Diamond stabbed him again, but here Hong was-so close, so open, so his in this moment.

He cupped Hong's face, forcing him to look up. "Hong... if I take you home like this, there's no turning back. Do you get that?"

Hong's laugh was light, almost fragile. "Then don't turn back."

Nut's jaw clenched. He hated how easily those words cracked his walls. He exhaled shakily, then muttered, "Fine. Let's go."

When they stepped out of the washroom, Hong leaning against Nut's side, the group instantly noticed.

"Whoa, whoa, where are you two going?" Tui smirked knowingly.

"Hong can't even stand straight!" someone else laughed.

Nut shot them a glare sharp enough to cut. "He's sick. I'm taking him home."

No one dared argue, though the teasing eyes followed them all the way out.

Outside, under the hazy streetlights, Hong's head rested against Nut's shoulder.

"See?" Hong murmured. "Your place is already better than here."

And Nut knew-this night was going to change everything.
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Nut fumbled with the keys at his front door, one arm wrapped tightly around Hong to keep him from falling over.

Hong wasn't completely gone, but he was drunk enough that every step felt like a dance.

"Why are your keys so... slippery?" Hong slurred, giggling as he leaned closer, his breath warm against Nut's neck.

Nut finally pushed the door open, sighing. "They're not slippery-you just can't see straight."

He guided Hong inside, closing the door quickly behind them.

Hong kicked off his shoes clumsily, nearly tripping, but Nut caught him again. "You're impossible," Nut muttered, though his grip was gentle.

Hong looked up at him, eyes hazy but burning. "Impossible to resist?" he teased, lips tugging into a lazy grin.

Nut's chest tightened. He should have ignored it, pushed Hong onto the couch to sleep it off, but instead... he froze, caught in the way Hong's gaze lingered on his mouth.

"You're drunk," Nut managed, voice low, warning.

Hong leaned closer anyway, his breath heavy with alcohol. "So? You wanted it too at the bar."

Nut's control snapped for a second. He pushed Hong against the couch, lips crashing down on his with a ferocity he couldn't hold back.

Hong gasped, then melted into it, hands clawing at Nut's shirt, pulling him closer, deeper.

The kiss was messy, desperate, all heat and no thought.

When they finally broke apart, both of them panting, Hong laughed breathlessly. "See? You do want me."

Nut pressed his forehead against Hong's, eyes shut tight, fighting himself. "This isn't-"

But Hong's fingers trailed down his chest, making him shiver. "Don't say it. Just... don't stop."

Nut knew this was dangerous. It wasn't love, not yet. It was need, raw and consuming.

And as he kissed Hong again, harder this time, he realized he didn't care. Not tonight.

Nut pulled back, chest heaving, lips still swollen from the kiss.

Hong's eyes glittered in the low light, half-drunk but very aware.

Neither spoke for a moment, the silence louder than any words.

Finally, Nut whispered, more to himself than Hong, "We shouldn't have..."

But Hong only smirked, fingertips brushing Nut's jaw. "Too late. The line's already crossed."

And Nut knew-whatever this was, there was no going back.
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Nut helped Hong into the room, half-carrying him.

The moment they stumbled inside, Hong pulled at Nut's sleeve, dragging him closer.

"Don't leave..." Hong's voice was a breath, his eyes dark but pleading.

Nut tried to steady him on the bed, but Hong's fingers curled into his shirt, refusing to let go.

Their faces were inches apart.

"Hong-" Nut started, but before he could finish.

Hong pressed their foreheads together, smiling faintly. "Feels... good when you're close."

Nut's throat tightened. He should have pulled away. He didn't.

The kiss came again, softer than before, but lingering, burning.

Nut responded-hesitant at first, then deeper, hungrier, his hand finding the back of Hong's neck.

Hong gasped against his lips, tilting his head to let Nut in further.

They broke apart only to breathe, and even then, Hong whispered, almost daring, "Don't stop."

Nut's restraint snapped. He pushed Hong gently back onto the mattress, kissing him again and again-intense, unrelenting, until both of them were breathless and trembling.

When the storm eased, Hong slept between the kiss.

Nut backed up , chuckling. He got off from Hong and covering him with blanket.

Hong sprawled against the pillow, cheeks flushed, a dazed smile tugging his lips.

Nut stayed kneeling by the bed, chest heaving, staring at what they had just done.

This wasn't love. Not yet.
But it was a fire neither of them could put out.

Nut lay on his back, eyes wide open in the dark, chest still burning from the taste of Hong's lips.

Beside him, Hong had already drifted into a soft, drunken sleep, his hand still loosely tangled in Nut's shirt.

Nut didn't dare move. He didn't dare breathe too loudly.

Because tonight... something had shifted.

Something they couldn't take back.