The air, once thick with the echoes of their painful confessions, grew still. Taekyun's tear-filled eyes searched Rinwoo's, seeing not the anger or the pity he feared, but a profound, weary understanding that mirrored his own shattered soul.
Slowly, giving Rinwoo every chance to pull away, Taekyun raised a trembling hand to cradle his jaw. His thumb gently brushed away the lingering dampness on Rinwoo's cheek.
"I have wanted to do this," Taekyun whispered, his voice a raw, broken thing, "since the moment I first saw you. Truly saw you."
And then he leaned in, closing the infinitesimal space between them.
It wasn't a kiss of passion or conquest. It was a question. A plea. A sealing of a vow.
