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They’d escaped…
Or so they thought.
Hyunjin and Chan figured that once they had clawed their way out of that hellhole, the turmoil in their minds would ease up, though that couldn’t be further from the truth.
Hyunjin felt it simmering beneath the surface, the unspoken tension between the two of them. The urge to pull the other man closer. The primitive hunger to get under his skin, both physically and figuratively. To leave his mark inside and out, to carve himself so deeply into Chan’s mind that he’d only be able to conjure up thoughts of the younger.
Despite that sounding like pure heaven to Hyunjin had the roles of been reversed, he knew he had to lock the FUCK in.
Chan noticed it, too.
It was lingering touches, quick glances, standing too close to each other to believe the notion that ‘they’re just friends’. But it wasn’t close enough, wouldn’t ever be.
This back and forth, this dancing around the subject had them both agitated. It showed in their performance; subtle missteps that could end in disaster, wrong turns, knocking things over in a rush to find somewhere to go, somewhere to *hide*.
This place they were in, this warehouse, was a death trap. It was a disaster waiting to happen—one wrong move from them and there would no longer be a way out.
The ground was littered with dirt and dust and rocks, trash was scattered everywhere. There were crates, boxes, empty shelves, broken glass. Nothing was to their advantage here.
Chan couldn’t count the amount of times they’ve both had to pull each other back from crashing into something. It’s as if freedom was trying to evade them by any means necessary.