The air in the sunlit lounge grew thick and heavy. Do-hyun's gaze intensified, his earlier fondness sharpening into something more predatory. He shifted closer on the velvet sofa, the space between them vanishing.
"Seo-jun…" he murmured, his voice a low, intimate whisper. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing a stray strand of hair from Seo-jun's forehead before his hand cupped his cheek, pulling him closer.
Seo-jun's breath hitched. His body went rigid, a cold dread washing over him as Do-hyun's face leaned in, his intentions clear. Just before their lips could meet, Seo-jun flinched, turning his head away slightly.
Do-hyun stopped immediately. He pulled back, a slow, knowing smirk playing on his lips. He didn't look offended; he looked amused.
"Your scent," Do-hyun said, his voice laced with a dark curiosity. "It's changed."
Seo-jun's heart hammered against his ribs. He kept his eyes averted, his voice barely a whisper. "What… what about my scent?"
