At Their New House
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The moment Hyun stepped inside, he felt it,a quiet warmth settling in his chest.
He liked the house instantly. Not just because Aunt Aera wanted to gifted it to them, but because it felt like a home.
A simple, lived-in kind of place. Unlike the cold, polished mansions he had expected from someone like Kim Taemin,the famously sharp, notoriously picky billionaire,this place was refreshingly ordinary.
A cozy yet small duplex house with soft lighting, polished wooden floors, and a gentle breeze flowing through half-open windows.
It didn't boast grandeur, but offered comfort. A place that felt like it could cradle love, even if there wasn't any yet.
The layout was simple but elegant: a sunlit kitchen that opened into a modest dining room, an office tucked neatly near the living area, a compact gym, a guest room, and a two bedrooms.
The exterior was just as welcoming, with soft garden lights illuminating a trimmed lawn and a small path of stepping stones, absolutely for a newly wedded couple.
Hyun couldn't help but smile faintly as he soaked it all in.
"How much longer are you going to stand there staring? Don't you want to freshen up?".
The sudden voice behind him pulled him out of his daze.
Hyun turned to find Taemin standing by the hallway, already changed.His thin white shirt clung lightly to his frame, slightly wrinkled at the sleeves, paired with neatly pressed brown trousers.
He looked effortlessly elegant, like someone cut out of a minimalist fashion spread. And somehow... frustratingly calm.
Hyun blinked.
When did he even got ready?
"Don't stare," Taemin said flatly, eyes narrowing slightly.
Hyun flushed immediately, caught off guard.
"W-What?! Who's staring at you?! Don't think so highly of yourself, Mr. Kim!" he shot back, flustered, before spinning on his heel and hurrying away.
"You're going the wrong way. That's my room. Yours is on the left," Taemin called out lazily.
Hyun halted mid-step, clenched his jaw, and muttered curses under his breath before stomping off in the other direction.
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Later, after freshening up, the two met at the dining table.
The atmosphere was suffocatingly quiet. The only sounds were the soft clink of spoons and knifes and the faint humming of the refrigerator.
It reminded Hyun of the silence that precedes a storm,awkward, heavy, filled with unspoken tension.
And hyun couldn't take it anymore.
"Taemin-shi," Hyun began, cautiously, "you're older than me, right?"
Taemin didn't even glance at him. "Don't talk while eating," he replied curtly, chewing slowly.
Hyun's lips twitched in annoyance. "It's just a simple question.can't you just say yes or no,?", he said under his breath, barely audible.
Taemin finally looked up, expression as blank as ever. "Yes. So what?"
Hyun fought the urge to roll his eyes.
Why is he acting like I just asked for his bank password?
"Nothing. I was just wondering,since you're already calling me informally, why can't I do the same-"
"You were the one who told me to call you informally," Taemin cut in, not even missing a beat.
Hyun closed his eyes and sighed deeply.
Why did I do that?
"Fine, fine," Hyun mumbled, then added playfully, "Then, if you don't mind, can I call you hyung?"
"No," Taemin replied instantly, without even looking up.
"Okay, then, can I call you hubby~?" Hyun asked, tone sugary sweet and eyes wide with faux innocence.
Taemin choked on his water, coughing violently.
"*Cough* What?! No! *Cough* Absolutely not!" he snapped, wiping his mouth with a napkin."I think,You can call me by my name. And don't you dare speak again while we eat."
Hyun barely suppressed a grin, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Alright then,Taemin. Is that okay?"
Taemin sighed, finally giving up. "Whatever."
But deep down, he was already questioning
How can someone could be this bold?
Had Hyun already forgotten that,they married because of their elders?
Few minutes later
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Taemin sat on the edge of his bed, his room bathed in the soft glow of his desk lamp. a laptop open beside him,its screen casting blue light on his serious face as he scanned through mails,brows slightly furrowed in focus.
The room was quiet,until a knock.
Sharp and sudden, it echoed through the silence, pulling Taemin's eyes away from the screen.
He glanced at the door with a faint scowl, irritation flashing briefly in his gaze. He hadn't been expecting anyone.
There stood Hyun,with a trolley bag in his hand, dressed in a crisp white shirt that clung a little too perfectly to his frame.
His hair was slightly tousled, and his expression unreadable,somewhere between calm and mischievous.
"What are you doing here,.. with your luggage? Don't tell me," Taemin's voice faltered slightly,as something striked in his brain at youngers look.
A rare crack in his normally composed demeanor. "You're going to live in my room with me?"
It was the first time his cool, stoic face betrayed anything,fear, maybe, or nervous anticipation.
Hyun's lips curved into the faintest of smirks,as he nods at other. "I thought it's not fair," he said casually, stepping just inside the room.
"What?" Taemin blinked, caught off guard by the answer.
"Us. Living separately," Hyun replied, voice smooth and low as he took another step forward, the wheels of the suitcase rolling silently behind him.
Taemin's confusion painted plainly across his face,until his eyes witness something, becoming wide on its own.
"W-wait! What are you doing?" he stuttered, his voice losing its usual sharp edge as Hyun slowly reached up to undo the top two buttons of his shirt.
The sound of the buttons slipping free seemed to echo in the room.
A teasing smile played on Hyun's lips. "Isn't it our wedding night?"
Taemin's throat bobbed as he swallowed, eyes unintentionally drifting downward,to the pale stretch of collarbone now exposed beneath the sheer fabric of Hyun's shirt.
He blinked hard, pulling his gaze back up. "So what? Don't tell me you want me to do it?, It?"
Hyun moved closer to taemin,who sat still in bed with bewildered look,as the air between them growing thinner with each step.while Taemin could feel the warmth of the younger's breath as their faces neared.
"Why?" Hyun whispered, voice laced with challenge. "Don't you know how to do it?"
Taemin's eyes widened in pure shock, mouth parting slightly,at that question.
But before he could find a response, a loud, carefree laugh rang through the room.
As Hyun threw his head back, his laughter echoing off the walls as he straightened up, clutching his stomach.
His eyes sparkled with mischief, the tension breaking,but only just enough.
"Haha!"
"Look at your face," Hyun laughed breathlessly, one hand clutching his side as he pointed at Taemin.
"I just came here to take my briefcase,as it got mixed up with yours.I just play along after seeing your bewildered expression about my arrival.But honestly, I didn't expect the great Kim Taemin to be this much nervous."
Taemin's cold glare was immediate, sharp as a blade,but Hyun was still too caught up in his own amusement to notice the storm building.
His laughter, however, faded quickly at the next moment Taemin rose from the bed with slow, deliberate movements moving towards him.
His eyes locked on Hyun with an intensity that sent a shiver crawling down the younger man's spine.
"Taemin..." Hyun's voice cracked slightly as he instinctively took a step back. "It was just a joke, okay?"
The CEO said nothing, only continued his approach measured steps, face unreadable, but his eyes darkened with something unreadable.
"You shouldn't take it so seriously," Hyun tried again, his words rushing out now, a nervous smile twitching on his lips.
But Taemin didn't stop. His silence was louder than any outburst.
Until Hyun's leg accidently bumped the edge of the bed, causing him to stumble backward.
He instinctively reached out, grabbing Taemin's wrist for balance, and in the next second, Taemin was on top of him.
They both froze.
Hyun lay on his back, wide-eyed, while Taemin braced himself above him with both palms flat on the mattress, one on each side of Hyun's head to balance his weight.
Their faces hovered just inches apart. The quiet hum of the room suddenly felt deafening, filled with the sound of rapid breathing and racing heartbeats.
Their bodies barely touched, yet the heat between them was palpable,buzzing under skin and bone like an electric current.
A chill danced down both their spines, and neither dared to move, their eyes locked in a gaze neither of them could break.
It wasn't just tension,it was awareness. Of each other. Of themselves.
In that moment, both of them silently admitted something they hadn't dared to do before,that they really gotten unreal husbands for themselves,who are far too good to be true.
Too real. Too present.
Too tempting.
Slowly Taemin's face hovered above hyun's, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath.
"Now, who's nervous, Mr. Hyun?",taemin murmurs deliberately with a knowing smirk, his voice a low, smoky tease.
Hyun's throat bobbed in response, and his fingers curled slightly into the sheets beneath him. He didn't answer.
He couldn't.
As their staring continued,Something unfamiliar curled in both of their chests, yearning,something unspoken and raw, making them to gulp at their new found intimacy.
When it gets too much,unknowingly taemin dips his head a little further,aiming Hyun's soft lips,while hyun closes his eyes with anticipation,holding elders arms instinctively.
When their lips were about to touch...
Ring!
The sharp chime of the phone on the bedside table shattered the fragile moment like glass.
Taemin jerked back as if burned, his body stiff as he stood up and stepped away, carefully avoiding Hyun's wide, startled eyes.
Without a word, he walked out of the room, the door clicking shut behind him.
Hyun lay there in stunned silence, his chest rising and falling in heavy breaths, eyes fixed blankly on the ceiling,immediatly cursing for losing his control.
What was that?
What did I allowed him,this much close to me?.
And why the hell did I close my eyes?
At balcony
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"Sorry for the disturbance, boss," Junki's voice came through, crisp and professional.
Taemin leaned his forearm against the railing, eyes still fixed on the skyline. "No... you called at the right time."
A pause.
"Eh?",Junki sounded genuinely confused.
Taemin blinked, catching himself. "Nothing. Say it."
"Mr. Steve insists on meeting with you tomorrow. Shall I arrange the meeting?"
"Okay," Taemin replied flatly, already withdrawing from the conversation. He ended the call with a soft click, the screen going dark in his palm.
Silence wrapped around him again, broken only by the distant hum of traffic and the occasional wind threading through the buildings.
A second passed.
Then another.
And before he could stop himself, Taemin's right hand lifted,fingers pressing lightly against his chest, just over his heart.
It was still beating too fast.
Too loud.
Like it hadn't caught up to the fact that the moment was over.
What's wrong with you, Taemin?
What were you going to do with him?
Why did you even lean?
His jaw clenched slightly, brows furrowing. He wasn't a man who rattled easily. Calculated, composed, unreadable,that was how people saw him.
But tonight... something had cracked. A gaze. A breath. A closeness too dangerous to ignore.
He exhaled slowly, the cold air scraping through his lungs like it could ground him.
The questions hung in the air, unanswered.
A/n:Hope you enjoyed reading.