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Gi-Hun was sure, from the bottom of his heart, that Young-Il was some type of angel.
He had a look in his eyes that he could've sworn only existed in Disney movies when the prince looked at the love of his life.
His gaze was soft, filled with understanding. Gi-Hun was surprised Young-Il would even talk to someone like him.
Gi-Hun's heart was pounding as he looked into Young-Il's eyes. The gentle way Young-Il spoke to him made him feel like he was worth something, even if he wasn't sure why.
–Young-Il's hand brushed against his, and a spark of electricity ran through him. It was a simple touch, but it felt like a lifetime. Young-Il's eyes never left his as he spoke softly. His black hair waved in salutation in front of him.
“You know, Gi-Hun..” Young-Il paused, "I think you understand me in a way no one else does." His words carried a gentle lilt, almost melodic.
Young-Il's hand slipped further into Gi-Huns, their fingers intertwining. A warm, reassuring smile graced his face as he spoke. "We both feel things so intensely, don't we?”
Gi-Hun smiled, genuinely, for the first time in years, his fingers tightening around Young-Ils. A soft chuckle escaping from the back of his throat, “Yeah, I guess we do”
Young-Il's smile deepens, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and he leans in slightly, his voice a whisper, "You know, I've been waiting for someone like you, Gi-Hun. Someone who gets me”
His thumb brushes against Gi-Hun's palm, sending another shiver through him. "Tell me, Gi-Hun, what do you feel when you look at me?”
Gi-Hun was caught off guard, his face getting warmer. “I.. what do I think of you?”
Young-Il leaned in, his eyes searching Gi-Hun's with an intensity that makes his heart race, Gi-Hun scrambled to find the words to express what he felt. "I... I think you're... you're incredible, Young-Il," He managed to say, his voice trembling. "When I look at you, I feel... I feel seen. Like someone finally understands me. And I want to understand you too.”
Young-Il's eyes shine brightly as he hears the words. His free hand comes up to gently cup Gi-Hun's cheek, the touch warm and tender. "Oh, Gi-Hun. You have no idea how much that means to me." His thumb brushes against his cheekbone, sending tingles through his skin.
"I feel it too, this connection between us. it's beautiful, isn't it?”
Gi-Hun looks down, trying to hide his smile that reached from ear to ear. He swallows his happiness and looks up again, immediately sucked into the eyes of the man in front of him. He glances at his lips quickly before glancing back at the mesmerizing eyes that had started this.
“Yeah.. It is beautiful, Young-Il. I never thought I'd feel this way about anyone. Especially not in.. here."
Young-Il's hand moves from his cheek to the back of his neck, gently pulling Gi-hun closer. His face draws near, his breath warm against his skin. "Gi-Hun, I... I want to kiss you." His words are quiet, almost a whisper, and his gaze holds Gi-Hun’s with a passion that takes his breath away.
Gi-Hun's heart pounds in his chest, his breath hitches, and his eyes widen as Young-Il's words sink in. The moment feels suspended in time, the world around him fading into the background. Young-Il's hand at the back of his neck sends a shiver down his spine, and he could feel Young-Il's breath, warm and steady, against his skin. Gi-Hun's mind races, processing the raw honesty in his voice, and the passion in his eyes.
Young-Il's eyes search Gi-Hun's, his gaze intense and full of longing. His thumb gently caresses his cheek again as he leans in even closer, their lips barely a breath away. The air between them crackles with tension, and Gi-Hun could feel the heat radiating off his skin.
"I've wanted to do this since the moment I saw you, Gi-Hun," Young-Il murmurs, his voice low and husky with desire. "Tell me you want this too.”
Gi-Hun's heart races as he stares into Young-Il's intense gaze, feeling the heat of his breath against his lips. The world around them fades away, leaving only the two of them in the charged moment. Gi-Hun's mind swirls with a mix of nervousness and overwhelming desire. He's never felt this way before, never wanted someone so intensely. Young-Il's words, spoken with such raw honesty, send a shiver down his spine.
"I…”
Gi-Hun's voice trembles as he speaks, his heart pounding in his chest. "I do want this, Young-Il. I want you." The words come out barely above a whisper, but they carry the weight of his deepest desires. His eyes search Young-Il's, looking for any sign of hesitation or doubt, but all he sees is the same burning intensity reflected back at him.
Young-Il's eyes sparkle with joy at Gi-Hun's words, and he closes the remaining distance between them, capturing Gi-Hun's lips in a tender, passionate kiss. It's a kiss filled with longing, desire, and the promise of a deeper connection.
Gi-Hun's eyes flutter closed as their lips meet, and he feels himself melting into the kiss.
Young-Il's lips are soft and warm against Gi-Hun's, moving with a gentle urgency that sends sparks of electricity through both their bodies. His hand at the back of Gi-Hun's neck slides up into his hair, cradling his head as he deepens the kiss. Gi-Hun's hands come up to rest on Young-Il's chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath his fingertips.
The kiss is everything Gi-Hun has ever dreamed of and more.
As Young-Il's lips part slightly, inviting Gi-Hun in, he finds himself responding eagerly, his own lips moving against the man in a dance that feels both new and familiar. The taste of him is intoxicating, a mix of sweetness and warmth that makes him want to deepen the kiss even further. Gi-Hun's hands, still resting on his chest, slide up to his shoulders, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt.
As he explores the contours of Young-Il's body with his hands, he feels a subtle shift in the atmosphere around him. The air seems to grow warmer. Young-Il's hands, which had been so gentle until now, begin to move with more urgency, exploring Gi-Hun's back, his arms, and finally settling on his waist, pulling him closer.
Young-Il pulls away, flipping his hair out of his face. A dark blush creeps across his face as he releases his hands from Gi-Hun's waist.
"Wow, that was... that was amazing, Gi-Hun." His eyes are still dark with longing, but he tried to regain his composure. "I've wanted to do that for so long." He chuckles softly, running a hand through his hair.
Young-Il looks at Gi-Hun tenderly, a soft smile playing on his kiss-swollen lips. The air between them is still heavy with the passion of the recent kiss, the heat of which lingers on their skin. "Gi-Hun, I have to confess something." His voice is low and intimate. "I... I think I'm falling for you. I mean, I know I barely know you, but..." He trails off, looking away with a shy grin.
“I think I'm falling for you, too, Young-Il.”