Blind To You, Bound To You 💕 NutHong 💕

12. Lingering heat

The bell rang for break, and Nut slipped out of class to clear his head.

The hallway buzzed with noise, but the small washroom near the stairs was quiet, the kind of quiet that made thoughts louder.

He splashed cold water on his face, staring at his reflection. His pulse still hadn’t calmed since class.

The door opened behind him.
Hong.

Their eyes met in the mirror.

“Running away again?” Hong asked softly, stepping inside.

Nut turned, forcing a shrug. “Just needed air.”

Before he could say more, the click of the lock echoed.

They both looked toward the door.

Someone—maybe as a prank—had turned the key from the outside.

Hong laughed under his breath. “Great. Trapped together.”

Nut’s throat went dry. “This isn’t funny.”

“Isn’t it?” Hong murmured, taking a step closer.

The narrow space shrank between them; Nut could feel his warmth, his breath, the unspoken tension crackling in the air.

“Hong…” Nut warned, but his voice came out rough.

Hong looked up at him—eyes dark, lips parted—and the silence broke only with their breathing.

The gravity between them pulled tight until Hong whispered, “Tell me not to,” and when Nut didn’t, he leaned in.

Their lips met—sudden, breath-stealing. Not soft, not careful. A kiss born of everything they hadn’t said.

For a heartbeat, nothing else existed.

Then—voices outside.

“Hong? You in there?”
Tui.

The sound snapped them apart, both breathing hard.

The lock rattled; the door swung open. Tui peeked in, worried. “You guys okay? Someone said the door got stuck.”

Nut stood by the sink, trying to look normal.

Hong turned to wash his hands, hiding his flushed face.

“All good,” Nut managed.

Tui frowned but didn’t press. “Alright… hurry up, class starts soon.”

When he left, the door clicked shut again.

Hong looked back, eyes still burning. “That was close,” he said quietly.

Nut swallowed hard. “Too close.”

The still lingering.
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