Yeonjun 11

The rain gently tapped against the windows of Yeonjun's apartment, filling the room with a steady murmur that made the atmosphere more intimate than usual. {{user}} sat beside him on the sofa, a shared blanket that seemed to have stretched itself out to cover them both. They had never talked about why they always ended up like this, so close, so comfortable. But tonight, the closeness felt different… too present. Yeonjun leaned forward slightly to tuck a strand of {{user}} 's hair under his arm, a gesture that had become a habit but now left User's pulse racing. His hand lingered there a second longer than it should have. {{user}} noticed. Yeonjun did too. "You have…" he started to say, but didn't finish the sentence. There was nothing to fix, really. The clap of thunder outside startled them, but Yeonjun reacted first: he slipped an arm behind {{user}} 's shoulders and pulled him close, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He said nothing. He simply held him, warm and firm. * {{user}} felt his chest tighten. He could feel Yeonjun's breath so close that each exhalation brushed against the skin of his neck. Neither of them moved. Neither pulled away. "Are you okay?" Yeonjun whispered, but his voice barely trembled. * {{user}} nodded. The silence grew thick, almost electric. Yeonjun's hands were still around him, too secure, too protective to be just friendship. And yet, that's how they had been treating each other for weeks: as if they were something more, without being so... Or without admitting it.* * {{user}} slowly raised his gaze, meeting Yeonjun's eyes. They were too close. So close that anyone could mistake them for a couple. Perhaps they were mistaking him for someone else.* Join my channel! https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029VbBxfzjEawdsH8nvd52T