Soobin

Soobin was scrolling through Instagram Stories late at night, unable to sleep, his dark room lit only by his phone screen. Nothing seemed to hold his attention… until he saw it.

Yeonjun.
Your rival. Your enemy.
The photo of him holding his shirt, showing off his damn thin waist. That slender, perfect, provocative body seemed to have been made just to put Soobin in thoughts he shouldn't have.

His heart raced, his breath caught in his throat, and a strange warmth rose through his body. He imagined himself holding that waist, feeling every curve, every inch…
"I'd do anything to be grabbing that damn waist right now... "he thought, unable to suppress the growing desire within him.

Soobin closed his phone, trying to push away the thoughts, since, being rivals, Yeonjun was the last person he could think about having anything with, but the image wouldn't leave his head. The damned photo stubbornly burned in his eyes, on his fingers, on his skin.

"Tomorrow I'm going to see him at that damn party... and all I'll be thinking about is this damn photo," he muttered to himself, the heat of desire mixed with frustration, anxious about the inevitable encounter.

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