#hyunjun the crewone hard hours

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⟢ can we make love now? .ᐟ

the room was suffocating, and it wasn’t because of its size. hyunjun stood against the far wall, arms crossed, his sharp gaze fixed on you. you could feel the weight of his stare like a tangible force, making your skin prickle.

“perfect,” you muttered, pacing the small space. “locked in here with you of all people. amazing.”

he scoffed, the sound grating. “trust me, i’d rather be anywhere else, too. don’t flatter yourself.”

you whirled around to face him, your frustration boiling over. “what is your deal with me? you act like i’m some plague, and i’m sick of it.”

he straightened, his smirk fading into something colder, sharper. “you don’t get it, do you?” you shot him an annoyed glare. “then enlighten me,” you snapped, taking a step closer despite yourself.

his silence stretched, his jaw tight as if he were fighting an internal battle. the tension that always simmered between you now roared like a flame, the air thick enough to choke on. you could feel your pulse pounding, but you weren’t sure if it was from anger- or something else entirely.

hyunjun’s eyes burned into yours, his composure finally cracking as he stepped forward, closing the gap. “you think i hate you?” his voice was low, rough, and it sent a shiver down your spine. “i’ve been trying not to want you.” his words hit like a thunderclap, leaving you frozen in place.

your breath hitched, and for a moment, all you could hear was the erratic thrum of your heart. “you’re lying,” you whispered, though the words lacked conviction. “i wish i was.” his gaze dropped briefly to your lips, and when it flicked back up, it was filled with a raw intensity that left you reeling. “but every time you talk, every time you’re near me, it’s like i’m losing control.”

his confession hung between you, the final wall between animosity and desire crumbling. slowly, you felt yourself leaning into the pull, the air between you electric and inescapable.

“you’re insufferable,” you murmured, though your voice wavered as his hand brushed yours, the smallest touch igniting something in you that you couldn’t deny.

“and you’re impossible,” he shot back, but the corners of his mouth twitched, like he was holding back a smirk.

then, as if the tension couldn’t be contained any longer, he closed the distance entirely.