"Cheol! Come here!"
Seungcheol's steps echo softly in the room as he places his meticulously tailored suit on the plush couch, each fold and crease a testament to its elegance. Jeonghan's playful gaze beckons him closer from the dressing room, a secret shared between them in the hushed atmosphere of anticipation.
"Yes?"
"I can't reach the zipper. Can you help me?" Jeonghan's voice carries a hint of playful vulnerability as he pouts, his lips forming an enticing curve. The satin shirt drapes over his back, revealing a delicate expanse of skin that beckons Seungcheol's attention.
With a subtle yet inviting gesture, Jeonghan requests assistance, the unspoken connection between them adding a touch of intimacy to the dressing room's ambiance.
A subtle warmth creeps up Seungcheol's neck as his gaze lingers on Jeonghan's exposed back. His hands, tinged with a gentle tremor, rise with a mix of anticipation and tender admiration. The quiet intimacy of the moment envelops them as he delicately begins to zip up Jeonghan's satin shirt, each movement echoing a shared connection between the two.
After an hour immersed in the shop's allure, Jeonghan yields to Seungcheol's persistent charm, finally succumbing to trying on the coveted satin shirt. Within the dressing room's confines, a subtle struggle unfolds as the smooth fabric teases Jeonghan's fingers, creating an intricate dance between desire and hesitation. The air is filled with the lingering anticipation of a choice made, and the dressing room holds the secrets of their shared exploration within the garments of possibility.
"I've been trying for so long, but my hand just can't seem to reach it," Seungcheol's ears tune into Jeonghan's persistent whines, pleading for assistance in the confined dressing room.
Yet, his attention is captivated by the canvas of Jeonghan's exposed back, a tableau of smooth, milky skin inviting his touch. Despite Jeonghan's words, Seungcheol's focus remains steadfast on the delicate task at hand, the air thick with a quiet tension that transcends the struggle within the satin shirt.
"Zip it," Jeonghan insists, guiding Seungcheol's hands to rest on his back. An electric jolt courses through Seungcheol's body, the sensation heightened by the silky touch of Jeonghan's skin, a canvas of unparalleled smoothness.
His inner struggle intensifies as Seungcheol fights the urge to explore further. The cold metal of the zipper becomes a point of focus, momentarily distracting him from the allure of Jeonghan's back.
Fuck it!
The internal battle reaches its tipping point, and Seungcheol succumbs to the overwhelming desire. With a decisive move, he firmly places his hands on Jeonghan's shoulders, turning him around to claim his lips in a moment of passionate surrender. The dressing room witnesses the culmination of unspoken tension, as their connection transcends the boundaries of fabric and touch.
"Cheol!"
"Shut up!" Seungcheol hisses, silencing Jeonghan with a possessive squeeze on his waist, sealing the command with a demanding kiss. Dominance courses through the embrace as Seungcheol effortlessly lifts Jeonghan by his thighs, wrapping them around his own waist. Jeonghan's whines fuel the intensity.
Breaking the kiss, Seungcheol ventures towards Jeonghan's neck, each passionate mark a stroke in his personal canvas. Sucking and biting, he leaves an imprint of desire, claiming Jeonghan's neck as his own masterpiece, a testament to the fervor that unfolds within the intimate confines of the dressing room.
"Fuck," Seungcheol's whispered words dance provocatively near Jeonghan's ear, his lips leaving a sloppy yet passionate mark on the sensitive earlobe, a testament to the heated exchange within the dressing room's intimate space.
"Stop, someone might come," Jeonghan warns, attempting to pull back, but his resistance falters under the intoxicating spell of Seungcheol's kisses along his jawline.
"Let them, they'll get a free show then," Seungcheol defiantly replies, facing Jeonghan and sealing the sentiment with a forceful peck against his lips.
"The way you make me feel is so strong and exotic, Jeonghan. Fuck, I just want to kiss you all over and worship you forever," Seungcheol confesses, his hands sliding inside the shirt, tracing sensual paths across the contours of Jeonghan's chest, crafting an enchanting symphony of desire within the clandestine confines of the dressing room.
"Hannie..." Seungcheol's whisper delicately caresses Jeonghan's lips, the air thickening with heightened intimacy. Jeonghan meets his gaze, staring back through fluttering lashes that add an extra layer of allure to the moment, intensifying the connection shared in the hushed atmosphere of their private encounter.
"Yes?"
"You hold the whole galaxy in your eyes, Hannie," Seungcheol utters with a tenderness that transcends the confines of the dressing room. His fingers move with a gentle touch, softly caressing Jeonghan's cheeks as if savoring the delicate texture of a cherished masterpiece. Jeonghan responds with a smile, a celestial reflection in his eyes, as the words linger in the air, creating an intimate moment where the universe seems to pause, captivated by the sincerity of their connection
"Never let it down for anyone hm?"
"This feels so real. If someone had witnessed it, they would believe we are a couple deeply in love with each other," Jeonghan remarks with a lighthearted laugh. The atmosphere in the dressing room resonates with a palpable authenticity, where shared glances and intimate gestures paint a picture of affection that, for a fleeting moment, transcends the boundaries of the shop's reality.
"It is"
Jeonghan's smile freezes, the fleeting laughter replaced by a moment of solemnity as he gazes into Seungcheol's eyes. The intensity in Seungcheol's gaze holds a captivating charm and a profound truth, transcending the playful facade. With a gentle lean, Seungcheol plants a soft kiss on Jeonghan's lips, the tender connection between them encapsulating a depth of emotion that lingers in the quiet air of the dressing room.
"It is real for me, always has been since the moment you first smiled at me; you had me there..." Seungcheol confesses, his words carrying the weight of genuine emotion. The atmosphere in the dressing room seems to still, capturing the essence of a profound connection that transcends mere moments—a sentiment woven into the fabric of their shared history, marked by that initial smile that ignited a spark and set the course for something undeniably genuine.
"You and me is real hannie, us is real.."
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-Vaish
Why does the confession takes place at the most random place? Lol 😂 and the confession was not supposed to be here it was around 50 chp or sum but okay ig.. 🫣🫂
Who expected the confession?
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