Shared Spaces & Hidden Desires ? Seungcheol

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His hand dropped to his side, leaving my neck bare. And yet, his grip still lingered like a burn, the heat of his touch seared into my skin.

"It's Jeonghan," a voice called from the other side of the door.

Reality crashed down on me. Without hesitation, I reached for the door and stepped into the light, my heart hammering in my chest. The cool air outside felt jarring against the warmth that still clung to my skin.

Jeonghan stood before me, his expression unreadable. I met his eyes for only a second before moving past him, scanning the room for Seungjae.

Shit. How long had I been in there? Seungjae must have seen Seungcheol drag me away, right in front of him. But if he saw, why didn't he follow us?

Emerging from the secluded corner, I spotted him, frantically speaking to the restaurant staff. My stomach clenched. He was looking for me.

I hurried over and tapped his shoulder.

"Oh my god, yn!" Seungjae spun around, his eyes filled with concern before he wrapped me in a tight hug. "I was looking for you! Who dragged you?! Are you okay?" His hands cupped my cheeks, his thumbs brushing against my skin so gently, so tenderly.

"I'm fine, sorry about that," I rushed to explain. "That was my housemate. I grew up with him. Something urgent came up, and I wasn't answering my phone, obviously, because I was on a date with you."

His shoulders relaxed, the worry in his eyes softening. His hands slid down from my face, resting on my shoulders. "Is everything okay now?" His voice was warm, the complete opposite of the heat I'd just left behind.

"Yeah, it's all good," I said, more to end the conversation than anything else. Because truthfully? My mind was still in that room with Seungcheol. I could still feel his fingers ghosting down my skin, still hear his breath, still taste the tension that had filled the air between us.

And right now? I needed to drown it out. I needed someone else to touch me.

I grabbed Seungjae's hand, plastering on an innocent smile, and pulled him toward the exit. He followed without question, letting me lead him straight to his car. The moment the doors shut, the need became unbearable.

"Kiss me," I breathed, batting my lashes at him, my voice a mix of desperation and seduction.

His hesitation barely lasted a second before he obliged, leaning in to capture my lips in a kiss. So fucking gentle. Too gentle. I curled my fingers around his collar and yanked him deeper, tasting him, chasing something I couldn't name.

But even with my eyes closed, even with my mouth moving against Seungjae's, all I could picture was Seungcheol. The way his hand dragged down my arm, the way his breath hitched, the way he gripped my neck—rough yet deliberate, crude yet delicate.

The frustration inside me burned hotter. Without thinking, I climbed over, straddling Seungjae's lap, my thighs bracketing his sides.

"Fuck, yn, what are we doing? We're in my car," he murmured, voice unsteady. But his eyes, they were saying something else entirely.

"We're just continuing where we left off before I was rudely interrupted," I whispered, pressing my palms against his chest. Slowly, I undid the first button of his shirt, never breaking eye contact.

His pupils darkened, his restraint unraveling within seconds. His hands slid up my thighs, rougher now, more sure. "Do you really want to do this now?" he asked, gripping my ass, squeezing firmly.

I leaned in, letting my breath fan against his ear as I unbuttoned another clasp. His grip on me tightened as I whispered, "Are you sure you can wait?"

Then, before he could answer, I tilted my head and dragged my lips along his jaw, biting down just enough to make him tense beneath me.