The office was empty, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional sound of footsteps echoing down the hallway. Min Ho sat at his desk, finishing up the last bit of work for the day, but his mind wasn't on the documents in front of him. It hadn't been on anything else since Chanyeol had touched him that morning.
The weight of their secret, their undeniable attraction, was heavy in the air between them, and the anticipation that had been building up for days was now reaching a boiling point. Min Ho couldn't deny it any longer. He wanted Chanyeol. He needed Chanyeol.
It had started as a spark, a fleeting moment of chemistry that neither of them could ignore. But now, after the kiss, after the words they had shared, it was more than just a fleeting attraction. It was something deep, something real. And as the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city, Min Ho felt it more strongly than ever.
He glanced up at the clock. It was almost 9 p.m., and the office was nearly deserted. The only sound now was the rustling of papers as he stood up from his desk, stretching his back. His phone buzzed with a message, and he quickly reached for it, his heart skipping a beat when he saw the sender.
Chanyeol: I'm heading out in a few. I'll be in your office in 10 minutes.
The words made Min Ho's pulse quicken. It was clear what Chanyeol was suggesting, but still, a knot of nervous excitement twisted in his stomach. He wasn't sure where this was going, but he didn't care. All he knew was that he wanted Chanyeol—fully, completely.
He quickly tidied his desk, making sure everything looked professional. But as his mind raced, his thoughts kept drifting back to Chanyeol. The look in his eyes, the way his lips had felt against his... It all felt so real now, and the intensity of it left him breathless.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Min Ho's heart skipped as he quickly opened it, and there stood Chanyeol—tall, confident, yet with a softness in his eyes that made Min Ho's heart flutter. He looked even more handsome than usual, his suit slightly wrinkled from a long day of meetings, but there was something about the way he stood there, the way his gaze lingered on Min Ho, that made him feel as if the world had narrowed down to just the two of them.
"Hi," Chanyeol said, his voice low and husky, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I hope I'm not interrupting."
Min Ho's heart thudded in his chest. "No, you're not," he replied, his voice almost a whisper. "I was just finishing up. You... you came?"
Chanyeol stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. "I couldn't stop thinking about you," he said, his eyes darkening with a mix of desire and something deeper. "I want you, Min Ho. I want this—us—to be real. And I don't want to wait any longer."
The intensity in his voice made Min Ho's knees weak. His breath caught in his throat as Chanyeol crossed the room and stood before him, mere inches separating them. The air between them felt electric, charged with anticipation. Min Ho's heart raced as Chanyeol's hand reached up, cupping his cheek gently, as if testing the waters.
"Are you sure about this?" Min Ho whispered, his voice trembling slightly. "I don't want to rush you."
Chanyeol shook his head, his fingers brushing Min Ho's hair back, his touch sending shivers down his spine. "I'm sure. I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
Without another word, Chanyeol leaned in, capturing Min Ho's lips with his own. The kiss was soft at first, almost tentative, as if they were both savoring the moment. But as the minutes passed, it deepened, becoming more urgent, more demanding. Their bodies pressed together, and Min Ho felt the heat of Chanyeol's skin through the fabric of their clothes. The kiss was an explosion of passion, a release of everything they had been holding back, everything they had been too afraid to say.
Min Ho's hands moved to Chanyeol's chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt, and he couldn't help but pull Chanyeol closer, wanting more. He could feel the steady beat of Chanyeol's heart, the warmth of his breath, and it sent a thrill through him that was almost too much to bear.
Chanyeol pulled away just long enough to undress Min Ho, his fingers deftly working at the buttons of Min Ho's shirt, peeling it off of him slowly, deliberately. His eyes never left Min Ho's, and the look in them sent a wave of desire crashing through Min Ho's chest.
"You're beautiful," Chanyeol murmured, his voice thick with need. "I want to touch you... all of you."
Min Ho's breath hitched at the words, and without hesitation, he pulled Chanyeol's shirt over his head, his hands trailing down Chanyeol's toned body, feeling the warmth and strength beneath his fingertips. The moment their skin touched, it was like the world stopped spinning. Everything else faded away, leaving just the two of them, locked in this moment of raw desire.
Chanyeol's lips trailed down Min Ho's neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin, causing Min Ho to moan softly. His hands slid lower, undoing Min Ho's pants with practiced ease, and soon they were both standing there, skin to skin, their bodies trembling with the heat of the moment.
Chanyeol's eyes locked with Min Ho's once more, and for a moment, everything stood still. In that gaze, Min Ho saw not just desire, but something deeper—something that told him this wasn't just about passion, about lust. This was about love. The kind of love that could tear down walls, break barriers, and create something lasting.
"I need you, Min Ho," Chanyeol whispered, his voice strained with desire.
Min Ho's heart pounded as he nodded, pulling Chanyeol closer, his hands gripping the back of Chanyeol's neck, urging him to kiss him again. And this time, it was more than just a kiss. It was an exchange, a promise, a declaration of everything they had been holding back.
As the night wore on, they moved together in a rhythm of love and passion, each touch, each kiss, each sigh bringing them closer, connecting them in ways neither of them had ever experienced before. It was a night of pure, unadulterated love, where nothing else mattered except the two of them, lost in the intensity of their feelings.
And as they finally collapsed into each other's arms, exhausted but content, Min Ho knew that this was just the beginning. They had taken a leap, one that neither of them had expected, but it felt right. This love, this passion—it was real. And no matter the risks, no matter the challenges they would face, Min Ho knew one thing for sure.
He was willing to face it all for Chanyeol.