Blind To You, Bound To You 💕 NutHong 💕

15.Night too quite 🖤

Nut lay sprawled on his bed, scrolling through his phone for the hundredth time.

The house was too quiet, too empty, and his thoughts kept circling around one person.

Finally, he sighed and grabbed his phone.

“Come over,” he texted Hong.

No explanation.

No emoji.

Just that.

The reply was almost immediate.
“On my way.”

Nut tossed the phone aside and headed for a quick shower, hoping the warm water would wash off the restlessness in his chest.

It didn’t.

If anything, it made him more aware of everything he was trying not to think about.

A few minutes later—
Knock. Knock.

He froze for a second. Already?

Nut grabbed a towel around his neck and walked to the door, still shirtless, hair dripping, water tracing faint lines over his chest.

He wasn’t trying to make a statement… but it made one anyway.

He opened the door.

Hong stood there, breath catching in his throat.

For a full heartbeat, he forgot how to speak.

Nut lifted a brow. “You coming in or just staring?”

Hong blinked, stepping inside quickly. “Y-You could’ve put on a shirt, you know.”

Nut smirked slightly. “I just showered. Sorry to disappoint.”

“Disappoint?” Hong scoffed, trying to regain composure but failing miserably. “Yeah, okay.”

Nut walked past him, the towel sliding over his shoulder as he rubbed his hair dry.

Hong’s eyes followed him without permission—every movement, every drop of water.

Nut didn’t miss it.

“You good?” he asked casually, leaning against the counter, still shirtless.

Hong swallowed. “I’m fine.”

“Really?” Nut asked, stepping closer, voice dropping. “You look… tense.”

Hong let out a shaky laugh. “Wonder why.”

Nut didn’t push further.

He just handed Hong a cold drink and sat on the couch, patting the seat next to him. “Sit.”

Hong did—trying not to stare but failing spectacularly.

Their knees brushed, maybe by accident, maybe not. Nut made no effort to move away.

“So why’d you call me?” Hong asked softly.

Nut shrugged. “Felt bored.”

Hong raised a brow. “That’s it?”

Nut’s eyes flicked to Hong’s for half a second—warm, unreadable, dangerous.
“No,” he said quietly. “But that’s the only answer I’m giving you.”

Hong’s breath hitched again.

The air between them thickened, buzzing and hot, and Hong had the sudden, dizzying realization:

Tonight might be the night he loses control.

Hong settled onto the couch beside Nut, still trying to act normal — but nothing about this felt normal.

The lights were dim, the room warm, and the Nut… still shamelessly shirtless.

Nut grabbed the remote. “Movie?”

Hong nodded. “Sure. Something light.”

Nut smirked. “Something boring, then.”

He put on a random comedy, but neither of them paid attention.

The screen flickered in front of them, but the real heat came from the few inches of space — or lack of space — between them.

Halfway through the movie, Nut shifted, pulling a blanket over his legs. The edge brushed Hong’s thigh. Hong felt it like electricity.

“You cold?” Hong asked, The voice was too soft.

“A little,” Nut said, leaning back. “You’re warm though.”

That shouldn’t have made Hong’s breath catch — but it did.

Nut’s arm rested on the back of the couch, fingers just barely touching Hong’s shoulder. Not enough to be obvious. Just enough to be felt.

Hong tried to focus on the movie, but Nut moved again — turning slightly toward him. Their knees touched properly this time, steady, intentional.

Hong swallowed hard. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

Nut didn’t deny it.

He tilted his head, giving a small, amused smile. “Maybe.”

“Why?” Hong asked, voice low, barely hiding how affected he was.

Nut’s gaze slid down to Hong’s lips for a second — a second too long.
Then back up. Calm. Controlled. Dangerous.

“Because you make it too easy,” Nut murmured.

Hong stiffened. “Easy?”

Nut leaned in just a bit — not enough to kiss, just enough to shake Hong’s bones.
“You react,” Nut whispered. “More than you think.”

Hong opened his mouth, no words coming out.

Nut chuckled softly. “See? Exactly like that.”

The room fell into a thick silence, the kind that pressed against skin.

Hong shifted closer, unable to stop himself. “You’re not scared you’ll start something you can’t handle?”

Nut’s eyes didn’t waver. “Maybe I want to see how far it goes.”

Their faces were close now — too close — the air warm and unsteady.

But just as the tension peaked, Nut sat back suddenly, crossing his arms like nothing had happened.

“You hungry?” he asked casually.

Hong blinked, stunned. “Huh?”

“Kitchen,” Nut said with a shrug. “Let’s eat.”

Hong exhaled, half-annoyed, half-thrilled.

Nut was playing with him.

And for the first time… Hong didn’t want him to stop.

Hong wanted this...
Hong wanted Nut...