Ch 14

Minho shakes his head, his fingers tracing the line of Haein's jaw. "It was the same for me," he admits. "I was terrified of ruining things, of pushing you away." He hesitates, his thumb brushing against Haein's lower lip. "But I realized...I can't keep it all bottled up anymore. It's unbearable." Haein's breath hitches at the touch, his gaze locked on Minho's face. "I know...the waiting, the uncertainty...it was tearing me apart inside." His hand reaches up to cover Minho's, holding it against his cheek. "But now that we've said it...now that we both know...I don't want to wait anymore." The words send a shiver down Minho's spine. He's wanted this for so long, and now it's right within his grasp. "Neither do I," he whispers, shifting closer to Haein on the couch. "I can't wait another second." Haein closes the remaining distance between them, his body pressing against Minho's. "Then don't," he whispers, his breath hot against Minho's skin. "Don't wait." Minho doesn't hesitate. With one swift movement, he cups Haein's face in his hands and kisses him. It's like fireworks exploding in his chest, all the pent-up emotion and desire they've been holding back finally bursting to the surface. Haein responds instantly, kissing him back with a desperate fervor. His hands grip Minho's shirt, pulling him infinitely closer as he surges up to meet his lips. It's like they can't get enough of each other, like they've been starving for this very moment for far too long. The movie is long forgotten as they lose themselves in each other. Minho's hands roam over Haein's body, exploring every inch of him like he's mapping out a new territory. Haein melts under his touch, his fingers tangling in Minho's hair as he deepens the kiss. The world around them fades away, their focus solely on each other. The only sounds are their soft gasps and sighs, the only sensations are the warmth of each other's bodies, the only taste is the sweetness of their lips. As the kiss deepens further, Minho gently pushes Haein down onto the couch, hovering above him with a possessive gleam in his eye. Haein goes willingly, his eyes locked on Minho's. Minho breaks the kiss, his gaze roaming over Haein's face. His eyes are half-lidded, his cheeks flushed, and his lips swollen and red. He's never looked more beautiful. "God, you're gorgeous," Minho breathes, his hands roaming over Haein's sides. Haein shivers at the words, his body arching up into Minho's touch. "That's not fair," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. "You can't say things like that when I'm a mess like this." Minho smirks, his fingers trailing a path down Haein's side and coming to rest on his hip. "Why not?" He teases, leaning down to brush his lips against Haein's neck. "It's the truth." Haein gasps as Minho's lips touch his skin, his body automatically arching up into him. "It's still not fair," he mutters, even as he bares more of his neck for Minho's ministrations. "You have no idea what those words do to me." Minho hums against Haein's skin, his hand sliding under the hem of his shirt. "Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea," he murmurs, his fingers trailing over the smooth skin of Haein's stomach. "You're so responsive." Haein shudders at the touch, his hands gripping Minho's shirt tightly. "You're driving me crazy," he breathes, his body trembling with each light brush of Minho's fingertips. "I can barely think straight." Minho laughs softly, pleased with the effect he's having on Haein. "Good," he says, his lips trailing up the column of Haein's throat. "I want you to lose every rational thought, just focus on the way I make you feel." Haein lets out a soft whine as Minho's words send a wave of heat through his body. "That's not difficult," he manages to say, tilting his head back to give Minho better access. "You make me feel things I've never felt before." Minho hums in approval at the response, his lips finding a particularly sensitive spot just below Haein's ear. He sucks gently on the skin, his teeth grazing the area. "Only me?" he murmurs, his fingers tracing mindless patterns on Haein's hip. Haein gasps at the sensation, his eyes shutting tight. "Yes, only you," he breathes, crawling up into Minho's touch. "No one else has ever made me feel like this."