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-Dino, Wait
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Theyâre not supposed to do this.
Thatâs what Chan tells himself â and Yeonjun â when they run into each other in the hotel elevator. He barely has a chance to hit his floor number before Yeonjun crowds him against the wall, messy hair and cologne making Chan dizzy.
âYou should come back to my room,â Yeonjun says quietly, lips brushing against the shell of Chanâs ear. Itâs more of a statement than it is a question.
Chan swallows hard, his fingers twitching at his sides. âWeâre not supposed to do this.â
âBut itâs been so long,â Yeonjun whines, dragging the words out. His hand presses firmly against Chanâs waist, thumb brushing circles over his shirt.
They havenât done this â hooking up when their schedules accidently match up and they end up in the same city, in the same hotel â in months. Months he spent convincing himself it was over.
The last time, Chan had told him it couldnât happen again. Heâd meant it. This was dangerous, because Yeonjun wasnât careful but mostly because he was terrified of the way his heart skipped whenever Yeonjun texted.
He told himself he was done, but Yeonjunâs breath against his skin is warm, his fingers teasing under Chanâs shirt in just the right way and Chan knows how this ends.
The elevator doors open and for a second, Chan considers stepping back, staying inside and going back to his room. But then Yeonjun curls his fingers around Chan's wrist, tugging him forward with a confidence that makes it hard to resist.
Chan follows.
He glances over his shoulder as they walk, scanning the hallway for anyone familiar. His chest tightens at the thought of Seungkwan catching them. Seungkwan knows too much and Chan is already weary of the way heâd look at him if he knew what was about to happen.
Thankfully, they make it to Yeonjunâs room without crossing anyoneâs path. The minute the door shuts behind them, Yeonjun turns, pressing Chan against it and kissing him. Itâs hungry and a little rough, the way Yeonjun always is, and Chan lets himself met into it despite the nagging voice at the back of his mind screaming at him that this is a bad idea.
âI missed this,â Yeonjun says against his lips before dipping lower, his mouth hot against the curve of Chanâs neck.
âDonât leave marks,â Chan breathes out, tilting his head to give him more space.
Yeonjun laughs. âIâm not dumb.â
âYouâve done it before.â
Yeonjun pulls back, just enough to pout, his hand lingering on Chanâs hips. âWeâre performing tomorrow, I wouldnât do that to you.â
âSo considerate,â Chan mutters, his tone sharp enough that it makes Yeonjun pause.
Yeonjunâs brows furrow as he studies Chanâs face. âAre you mad at me? It feels like youâre mad at me."
Chan wants to say no. He wants to brush it off and let Yeonjun kiss him again, let the press of his body distract him from thinking, but the words stick in his throat. Heâs not mad, heâs a little bitter and jealous and tired of pretending it doesnât bother him. Chan wishes he was better than this, but the rumours make him spin out of control with how much he wishes Yeonjun was his.
âIâm not mad,â he says eventually, unconvinging.
Yeonjun frowns, his thumb brushing over Chanâs cheek. âThen whatâs wrong?â
âNothing.â Chan tries to lean in, to kiss him again, but Yeonjun stops him, his hand firm against Chanâs chest.
âChan-ah,â Yeonjun says softly. âTalk to me.â
Chan exhales, his shoulders sagging. âI think we should stop hooking up.â
Yeonjun blinks, the hand on Chanâs chest sliding off. Chan misses the contact already. âThatâs what you said last time. You still havenât told me why.â
âI think we should stop hooking up because I like you,â Chan admits.
âOh.â
Itâs a simple response, but it hits Chan like a truck. He feels a wave of panic rising and he immediately has to backtrack. âIâm sorry. I shouldnât haveââ
âWait,â Yeonjun cuts him off, hands coming up to cup Chanâs face. âDo you think I donât like you? Do you think Iâm hooking up with other people?â
Chan hesitates, eyes darting away from Yeonjunâs gaze. âArenât you?â
âNo.â Yeonjun almost sounds offended. âI thought we were taking it slow. Iâm not seeing anyone else Chan, itâs just you. I want you.â
Chan exhales, looking back up to meet Yeonjunâs eyes. âI really thoughtâŚâ
âWhy didnât you ask?â Yeonjun presses.
Chan hesitates, chewing on the inside of his cheek. The answer isnât easy. He didnât ask because he was scared, because Yeonjun has a reputation, because he wasnât sure heâd survive liking Yeonjun.
But he doesnât say any of that. Instead he laughs, deflecting. âYou sound like Seungkwan.â
âSeungkwan is pretty smart.â
Chan huffs but before he can say anything else, Yeonjun kisses him again. Itâs gentle, more tender than earlier and his lips donât leave Chan as he walks them back to the bed. When Yeonjun slides inside him later, itâs softer than usual, less hurried. He holds Chan close, whispers reassuring words between kisses like he knows Chan needs to hear them.
When theyâre done, Chan curls against Yeonjunâs side, melting into his hold. He knows he should go back to his room, that theyâll look for him in the morning, but he canât bring himself to leave the warmth of Yeonjunâs arms.
Not now and probably not ever.
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