Blind To You, Bound To You 💕 NutHong 💕

11. Between classes and glances❤️

The next morning, Nut dragged himself out of bed, still feeling the burn of last night. His hair was messy, his shirt wrinkled, and his chest still felt tight from the closeness with Hong.

By the time he reached university, he was trying—very hard—to act normal.

Hong was already there, sitting under the large oak near the entrance, looking deceptively casual. But Nut caught the way Hong’s fingers twitched when they brushed against his bag, the subtle glances he couldn’t quite hide.

“Morning,” Nut muttered, trying to keep his voice steady.

“Morning…” Hong replied, voice low, teasing just enough to make Nut’s heart skip.

Nut rolled his eyes. “You’re smirking already. What now?”

Hong leaned back on his hands, eyes flicking toward Nut, playful and hungry all at once. “Nothing… maybe just remembering how stubborn you are.”

Nut frowned. “That’s not a compliment.”

Hong shrugged lazily. “Doesn’t have to be. You liked the kiss last night.”

Nut’s stomach flipped. “I… don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Hong smirked, standing up and brushing off his jeans. “Uh-huh… sure.” He leaned closer, voice dropping. “You can’t lie to me, you know. I saw it in your eyes.”

Nut clenched his fists, pretending to adjust his backpack. “You’re imagining things.”

“Am I?” Hong countered, stepping closer, deliberately close enough for Nut to feel the heat radiating off him. His hand brushed Nut’s arm lightly, teasing but charged.

Nut’s breath hitched, and for a moment he just froze, heart hammering. Hong’s gaze held his, intense, knowing, dangerous.

“Hong—don’t,” Nut muttered, voice shaking.

Hong only smiled, that lazy, mischievous grin that made Nut’s defenses crumble. “But I already want you.”

Nut groaned quietly, pressing a hand to his forehead. This is bad. This is so bad…

Classes were about to start, and yet all Nut could think about was how to survive the day with Hong acting like… this.
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They entered the class
The classroom buzzed with quiet chatter as everyone settled in. The professor hadn’t arrived yet, giving the group time to sprawl across their usual seats.

Hong slid into his chair near the window, light pouring over his face, catching in his hair. He didn’t notice Nut’s eyes following him—at least, not right away.

Nut sat two rows behind, pretending to scroll through his phone, but his gaze kept drifting toward Hong. Every tilt of his head, every faint smile tugging at his lips—it was impossible to look away.

Stop staring, Nut told himself, tapping the desk. You’re going to get caught.

Too late.

Diamond turned his head just in time to catch Nut’s frozen gaze.

A faint smirk formed on his lips. “Enjoying the view, Nut?” he asked, voice low but teasing enough for Tui—sitting beside him—to raise a brow.

Nut blinked, startled. “What—no, I was just—”

Diamond leaned closer, whispering, “You’ve been staring for like… five minutes. If you want his number, you already have it.”

Nut’s ears turned red. “It’s not like that,” he muttered, glancing down at his notes.

Hong turned around then, sensing the shift in tone. “What’s going on?”

Diamond chuckled. “Nothing. Nut’s just very… focused today.”

Hong tilted his head, meeting Nut’s eyes for a brief, charged second.

That tiny smile appeared again—the one that made Nut forget how to breathe.

“Focused, huh?” Hong said, his voice dipping with quiet amusement. “Guess I should be flattered.”

Nut’s jaw tightened, his pen scribbling nonsense on the paper just to look busy. “You’re impossible,” he hissed under his breath.

From the front of the room, the professor finally walked in, calling for silence.

But the air around Nut and Hong was anything but calm.

Hong didn’t look back again. He didn’t have to. Nut could feel him—the pull, the gravity—like an invisible thread tying them together across the room.

And somewhere between the teacher’s voice and his own restless thoughts, Nut realized:
This wasn’t just desire anymore.
It was dangerous.

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