Shared Spaces & Hidden Desires ? Seungcheol

YN

We sat in Seungjae's car, parked outside my apartment. Silence stretched between us before I finally broke it.

"Wanna come in?"

He turned to me, eyes sparkling with mischief. A smirk played on his lips. "So that's how I get an invitation, huh?"

I rolled my eyes, smacking his arm playfully before crossing mine in mock offense. "Fine. Don't come, then. Bye."

I reached for the door handle, about to step out, but his hand moved faster—gripping my wrist and pulling me back into my seat. Before I could react, his fingers traced along my jaw, tilting my face toward him. His touch was featherlight, teasing.

"Sulking already?" His voice was warm, laced with amusement.

I tried to pull away, but he caught my chin, guiding me into a kiss. His lips melted into mine effortlessly, as if my body had already decided for me.

When he pulled back, his breath lingered between us. "Still sulking?" he asked, searching my eyes.

I huffed, crossing my arms. "You didn't even answer me."

He chuckled, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "Yes, yn. I'd love to come in."

I smiled, leading him toward my apartment.

Deep down, I was hoping he was home.

Watch me bring Seungjae inside. Watch me lead him to my room. Listen to my screams as I let him satisfy me.

As soon as we stepped in, I spotted them—his shoes by the door.

He's home.

My pulse quickened. My eyes darted around, searching for him, and then.

He appeared.

Seungcheol stepped out of his room, topless, his damp hair tousled, water droplets sliding down his toned chest.

Fuck.

I clenched my jaw, fingers tightening around Seungjae's hand as I led him forward. Our eyes met, and for a split second, I swore the air shifted.

But I turned away first.

Keep watching, Seungcheol. Watch me bring Seungjae into my room. Watch me let him fuck me.

No movement. No reaction. But I knew he was watching.

The moment we entered my room and the door clicked shut, Seungjae exhaled, glancing around. "Your place is beautiful. Just like you."

I forced a smile, my mind still reeling from the sight downstairs. My skin burned where Seungcheol's gaze had lingered.

Focus.

I turned to Seungjae, placing my hands on his chest, slowly pushing him back against the door. My fingers trailed down his torso, teasing, deliberate.

I tilted my head up, fluttering my lashes as I pressed my weight against him, feeling the warmth of his body through his clothes.

Let's see if he's still watching.

My hands slowly traveled up his torso, fingertips tracing along his skin until they reached his jaw. I gave it a gentle shove, tilting his face toward mine, deepening the space between us.

His hands slid down my back, fingers skimming over my curves before settling on my ass. With a firm grip, he moved lower, his palms pressing into my thighs.

And then, he lifted me.

His strength made it effortless, carrying my weight as our lips clashed hungrily. Our tongues tangled, breaths growing ragged, the heat between us intensifying. I could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest against mine, the urgency in the way he held me.