Ch 12

Haein nods, his eyes twinkling with anticipation. "Let's watch the movie! I'm excited to see what you've chosen."

Minho stands up, crossing over to the tv and picking up the remote. He feels a wave of nervousness crash over him as he begins scrolling through the options, secretly nervous about Haein's reaction to the movie he's picked out. After a few moments, Minho finds 'Dreaful Night' in the list of movies and presses play, the opening credits starting to roll. Haein's gaze flits from the screen back to Minho, a quizzical look flashing across his face. "Wait a minute," Haein says, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Is this...?" He trails off as he realizes exactly what movie they're watching. "Yup," Minho says, feeling a mixture of excitement and apprehension. "The movie we both acted in."

Haein lets out a small gasp, his eyes widening in surprise. "You chose this movie?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. Minho nods, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. "Yeah. I thought it would be fun to watch it together." He averts his gaze from Haein, feeling suddenly shy. Haein doesn't respond right away, his gaze fixed on the screen as the movie begins playing. Minho risks a glance in his direction, trying to gauge his reaction. As the movie continues, Minho can't help but steal glances at Haein's face, watching for any sign of emotion. He sees the way Haein's eyes widen during certain scenes, the way his lips tug upwards into a small smile, the way his expression shifts to a look of sadness during sad scenes. Minho feels a strange mix of emotions as he watches Haein's reactions. His heart aches with longing, wanting to reach out and hold him, but he keeps his hands firmly clenched in his lap. He's scared of ruining this moment, of pushing things too far. As the movie continues on, Minho finds himself paying more attention to Haein than the movie itself. He watches the way the light from the screen casts shadows on Haein's face, the way his hair falls across his forehead in soft waves, the way his eyes shine with emotion. The movie is nearly halfway over when Minho finally shifts his gaze back to the screen, but he can't bring himself to focus on it. His mind is too preoccupied with thoughts of Haein, who is sitting so close yet feels so far away. Haein leans forward, as if enthralled by the plot, and Minho's heart skips a beat. He can feel the heat radiating off Haein's body, and suddenly all he wants to do is touch him him, to feel his skin against his own. Without thinking, Minho reaches out and places a tentative hand on Haein's leg. He feels a jolt of electricity at the contact, his heart pounding faster. He feels Haein's gaze flick in his direction, his eyes widening in surprise, but he doesn't move his hand away. "Minho...?" Haein's voice is soft, almost tentative, and Minho braces himself for the worst. But then he feels Haein's hand cover his own, intertwining their fingers. Minho's heart leaps in his chest as he looks at their hands, intertwined on Haein's leg. He dares to raise his gaze to meet Haein's, and he's struck by the emotions he sees there. It's as is everything they've been holding back, every feeling and desire they've been too afraid to acknowledge, is suddenly laid bare between them. The movie continues playing on in the background, but Minho couldn't care less about it now. All he can focus on is the way Haein's hand feels in his, the way their knuckles brush together with every subtle movement. Without realizing it, Minho has shifted closer to Haein on the couch, their thighs now touching. He can feel the warmth radiating off Haein's body, and it's driving him crazy. With a sudden boldness, Minho gently tugs on Haein's hand, pulling him closer. Haein lets out a small gasp, his eyes widening as he's suddenly pressed tightly against Minho's side. The feeling of Haein's body against his own is almost too much to handle. Minho's heart is pounding, his breathing shallow and uneven. He wants to lean in, to close the small distance between their faces and kiss him, but he's terrified of ruining the moment.