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Boss stood with a drink in hand, the bitter taste of beer lingering on his tongue as his eyes stayed fixed-glued-to Noeul. The boy was with his own group of friends, swaying to the music like it lived inside him. His laughter rang out, bright and carefree, so intoxicating that just watching him, you could tell-he was having the time of his life.
Boss wasn't sure if he wanted to get mad... or completely lose control.
Noeul looked sinfully good. Every movement, every laugh, every flutter of his eyelashes seemed designed to drive Boss insane. From where he stood, he could tell Noeul was drunk-his carefree energy had a looseness to it, a recklessness. Still, Boss didn't move. Not until one of Noeul's friends had the nerve to slip an arm around his waist.
He didn't even remember walking over. One moment, he was still. The next, he had his hand clamped around Noeul's wrist, yanking him out of that grip like it burned.
"We're leaving," Boss growled, his voice low and clipped.
Noeul blinked up at him, dazed. "Boss... I was looking for you... Where did you go?" he slurred softly, his eyes barely visible beneath his messy hair.
"Let's go," Boss repeated, brushing the question aside like it didn't matter-because right now, it didn't. He glanced at the group Noeul had been with, a tight smile tugging at his lips. "Thanks for watching him," he muttered, tone polite but ice-cold.
Then he turned and walked off, dragging Noeul with him-possessive, unapologetic-as they made their way back to the hotel near the Sornkan Festival party.
"Boss, where did you go?" Noeul asked as they walked side by side down the dimly lit road toward their hotel.
Boss kept his gaze forward. "I just needed some space. You were with your friends. I didn't want to intrude."
Noeul stopped for a second, frustration flashing in his eyes. "What do you mean 'intrude'? If you need space, say that. But don't use me as an excuse. You're allowed to intrude on me, Boss. Always."
His voice had risen just enough to turn heads, and Boss tensed.
"Okay. I get it. But lower your voice-this street isn't empty," Boss said through gritted teeth, glancing at the nearby crowd.
But Noeul didn't care. He kept talking, loud and unfiltered, walking with a slight stumble in his step, drunken honesty dripping from his lips.
Once they reached their hotel room, Boss didn't say another word. He pulled off his clothes in silence and stepped into the bathroom, ready to let the cold water calm the storm building inside him. But before he could even turn the faucet, the door opened-and Noeul walked in. Naked.
Boss froze.
The second he laid eyes on Noeul's bare skin, his body betrayed him-an instant, aching erection. This-this was why he kept his distance at the party.
Ever since filming The Boy Next World, he'd lost all restraint around Noeul. The boy was a walking temptation, always finding new ways to set him on fire. Watching him dance earlier, drunk and carefree, was already torture. But this?
This was hell.
Boss tried to turn away, to hide his arousal, but it was useless. Noeul had already seen it-and worse, he was smiling.
"Can you come back when I'm done bathing?" Boss said tightly, his voice strained, his back pressed against the cold tiles as if they could anchor him.
Noeul stepped into the stall with him, their bodies mere inches apart. "Why? It's not like we haven't showered together before."
"You're drunk," Boss bit out, jaw clenched. "You're not thinking straight."
But Noeul leaned in, his breath ghosting over Boss's ear. "Boss... you're leaking pre-cum." His voice dropped to a whisper, laced with mischief and want. His hand slid around Boss's throbbing erection. "Stop pretending. Stop saying things you don't mean."
And then he kissed him.
Boss groaned into the kiss, all logic evaporating under the heat of Noeul's mouth and touch. Noeul's body pressed against his, skin to skin, and his hand worked him with slow, maddening strokes. Boss couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. His own hand found Noeul's erection, and together, they drowned in each other's moans-the steam of the shower swirling around them like a secret only they knew.
Later, after the high had burned out and the water had gone cold, Noeul collapsed onto the bed and passed out, his breath even, his expression soft.
Boss sat on the edge of the bed, towel around his waist, staring blankly at the floor.
His body had been satisfied.
But his heart?
A chaotic mess of desire, guilt, and something dangerously close to love.
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