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Smut
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Han wanted to know how long you could stay quiet.

⭒ֺ𓏲 🌷 ִֶָ⭒

  You were sitting on the floor of Han's bedroom, flipping through a manga you'd borrowed from him. The two of you had been hanging out at his place for most of the afternoon, enjoying the lazy comfort that came with being close friends. His room was cozy, a mix of organized chaos and personal touches that made it feel undeniably his. Posters lined the walls, a couple of guitars leaned against one corner, and the faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air.

  Han was sprawled out on his bed, scrolling through his phone, occasionally showing you funny videos or memes he found. He'd always been playful, teasing you about the most random things, but today there was something different about the way he looked at you. It was subtle, just a little glint in his eyes that made your heart race whenever you caught him staring for too long.

  "What're you reading?" Han asked, his voice playful as he leaned over the edge of the bed to peek at the manga in your hands.

  "Just something you lent me," you replied, trying to sound casual. You could feel the warmth of his proximity, your skin prickling with awareness as his arm brushed against yours.

  "Is it any good?" he teased, nudging you lightly with his elbow. "Or are you just pretending to be interested so you can stay here and steal all my snacks?"

  You rolled your eyes, giving him a half-hearted glare. "Please, you're the one who keeps inviting me over. If anything, you're the one who wants me to stick around."

  Han grinned, clearly enjoying the teasing. "Maybe I do. It's nice having you here." His voice was softer now, the teasing edge gone. He looked at you for a moment longer than necessary, his gaze dropping to your lips before flicking back up to meet your eyes.

  You felt a flush of heat spread across your cheeks at the intensity of his stare. You weren't oblivious to the growing tension between the two of you. It had been building for a while now, an unspoken attraction that neither of you had fully acknowledged until now. But despite the obvious chemistry, you couldn't help feeling a bit shy under his gaze.

  "Well," you mumbled, trying to break the tension, "I'm glad you think so. I like being here too."

  Han's grin widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know," he started, his tone light, "I've noticed something about you."

  You raised an eyebrow, curious and a little wary. "What's that?"

  "You're really quiet," he said, a teasing lilt to his voice. "Like, even when you're excited or happy, you never really make a lot of noise. It's kind of cute."

   Your blush deepened, and you looked away, focusing intently on the pages of the manga in your hands. "I'm not that quiet," you muttered, feeling a bit self-conscious. "I just don't see the need to be loud all the time."

  Han chuckled, clearly amused by your reaction. "Oh, come on, don't be shy. It's not a bad thing. I just think it's interesting." He paused, leaning in a little closer, his breath warm against your ear. "I wonder what it would take to get you to be a little louder."

  You swallowed hard, your pulse quickening at his words. The implication behind them was impossible to ignore, and you felt your heart race as his hand brushed lightly against your thigh. "Han..." you started, your voice wavering slightly.

  He pulled back just enough to look at you, his expression softening slightly. "Relax, I'm just teasing," he said, though the playful glint in his eyes suggested otherwise. "Unless... you don't want me to?"