The city stretched beneath them, a sea of lights and muted sounds, but on the rooftop, the world shrank to the space between them. The air smelled of cold metal and ozone, carrying the faint scent of Yul's cologne—wood, fire, something intoxicatingly sharp.
Jiwon's hand lingered at the back of Yul's neck, thumb brushing over the pulse there. He felt the quickening beat beneath his fingers and let himself trace the line of his jaw again, more boldly this time, feeling the tension in Yul's muscles relax under his touch.
Yul leaned into him, lips barely brushing Jiwon's, teasing, almost testing, letting the heat of their shared proximity build without resolving. "You're careful," Yul whispered, voice rough at the edges, gold eyes glinting in the dim rooftop light. "Too careful."
"Trained that way," Jiwon replied, breath catching. "I don't—" He stopped, realizing the words were useless. Nothing could describe the pull of Yul against him, the way every nerve screamed to cross boundaries he swore he'd never break.
Yul's hands slid down Jiwon's chest, finding the small of his back. The movement was gentle, exploratory, but deliberate—an invitation. "Then let me help you," he murmured, soft and dangerous all at once.
Jiwon's breath hitched. His other hand traveled upward, tangling in Yul's hair at the nape of his neck, tugging slightly, eliciting a low hum of approval from Yul. That sound—soft, breathy—made his knees weak.
The kiss deepened this time, tongues brushing, teeth barely grazing, a slow, deliciously torturous dance of dominance and surrender. Jiwon could feel Yul's hands roaming, careful yet insistent, exploring the plane of his shoulders, the curve of his side. Every touch sparked, every brush of skin against skin set his body alight.
Yul pulled back slightly, lips hovering near Jiwon's ear. "You taste like danger," he whispered, voice low and intimate. "And I want more."
Jiwon shivered, leaning into him. "You don't know what you're asking," he said, voice strained. But the words lacked conviction; his own pulse betrayed him.
"I do," Yul said, brushing his thumb against Jiwon's jaw, letting his fingers linger. "I've always known."
They moved together instinctively, bodies pressing closer, breaths mingling. The wind tugged at their clothes, played with strands of hair, circled around them like it had been waiting for this moment.
Jiwon tilted his head, brushing his lips over Yul's temple, then cheek, then the curve of his jaw, tasting the warmth beneath the surface. Yul responded, pressing closer, hands sliding over broad shoulders, arms wrapping around Jiwon's waist, holding him tight yet feather-light—like he could crush him or lift him into the sky at any moment.
A soft laugh escaped Yul, almost inaudible above the city hum. "You're hiding behind control," he murmured, lips brushing Jiwon's ear. "But I can feel the fire underneath."
Jiwon's hands moved to cup Yul's face, thumb brushing over a cheekbone, tracing the curve of a jaw, memorizing the angles. "And you're too dangerous," he whispered back. "Too much."
Yul smiled—a slow, knowing curve that made Jiwon's chest tighten. "Then we're perfect for each other," he teased, almost mockingly, but there was an edge of truth in his words.
They lingered there, pressed close, lips almost touching, breaths heavy, heartbeats echoing in sync. Each second stretched, drawn out by the magnetic tension between them. Neither wanted to be the first to pull away, both knowing that when they finally moved—whether closer or apart—it would change everything.
The rooftop felt infinite, the city below distant and irrelevant. For the first time, Jiwon allowed himself to simply feel—danger, desire, anticipation—all tangled into one blazing line that ran straight to Yul.
Yul tilted his head, lips brushing Jiwon's in a teasing, lingering touch. "Stay," he whispered. "Just for a moment."
Jiwon's hands tightened on Yul's waist. "You don't know what you're asking," he murmured.
Yul leaned in closer, enough that their noses brushed. "I do," he said softly, with certainty. "And I know you want it too."
A heartbeat passed. Two. Then slowly, deliberately, their lips met fully—a kiss slow, searing, full of the danger and promise that had been building since the moment they first saw each other. Hands roamed, breaths mingled, and for a suspended moment, the rest of the world ceased to exist.