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kwancat7 · 3 months ago

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|| Clandestine Crush | Joshua Oneshot

You stepped into the cafe, the rich smell of coffee hitting you right away. Today was a big deal—you were meeting Joshua. Your secret boyfriend. Everyone in SEVENTEEN knew, but outside that circle, it was still under wraps.

You settled into a corner table, scanning the room. A few minutes later, the door swung open, and in walked Joshua, dressed all in black with a black mask covering half his face. He looked effortlessly cool, like he just stepped out of a music video.

“Hey!” he called out, his eyes lighting up when he spotted you.

“Hey! You’re late!” you shot back, pretending to be annoyed.

“Had to deal with the guys. They insisted I get you your favorite pastries,” he said, pulling down his mask just enough to flash that smile.

“Lucky me!” you grinned, feeling butterflies.

He leaned in, resting his chin on his hand. “You know I can’t resist spoiling you.”

The vibe was easy as you talked, but deep down, you wished you could just be open about your relationship. Holding hands in public, showing the world you were together—it all felt so tempting.

“Are you okay?” Joshua asked, tilting his head. “You look kinda… lost.”

You sighed, fiddling with your drink. “I just wish we could be more open about this. Hiding it is kinda exhausting.”

He reached across the table, his fingers brushing yours. “I get it. But the guys have our backs, and they’re really good at keeping it low-key. We just need to hang in there.”

“Yeah, but sometimes I want to scream that I’m dating Joshua Hong,” you admitted, half-laughing.

“Can you imagine? Total chaos!” he chuckled, his eyes sparkling.

“Right? But still, it would be worth it,” you said, feeling a little lighter. “I want to celebrate us without feeling like we’re sneaking around.”

“Soon,” he promised, his expression serious. “We’ll figure this out.”

Just then, the door swung open, and in walked Dino, Woozi, and Mingyu, who immediately spotted you.

“There you are! We thought we’d lost you to the coffee!” Dino joked, flashing a grin.

Your heart raced as Joshua leaned back, slipping into 'friend' mode. It felt like a switch had flipped, but you couldn’t help but smile at the guys.

“Yeah, we were just… talking about music,” Joshua said, sounding casual.

“Sure, music,” Mingyu smirked, clearly in on the joke. “Let’s grab a table!”

The energy shifted as they settled in, filling the space with laughter and teasing. It felt good being surrounded by them, knowing they accepted your relationship, even if the world didn’t.

As the group joked around, you caught Joshua’s eye. He gave you that familiar soft smile, and for a moment, it felt like you were the only two people in the room.

Later, after the laughter died down, you leaned in closer to Joshua. “Can we meet again soon? Just us?”

“Definitely,” he replied, his eyes lighting up. “Maybe that new dessert place?”

With every laugh and subtle touch, you felt the thrill of being together. Yet, the question lingered: when would you finally stop hiding?

“Sounds awesome,” you said, your heart racing at the thought.

As the evening continued, a buzz of excitement filled the air. But a thought nagged at you—how long could you keep this hidden? ...

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kerolystar2 · 2 days ago

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Synopsis:

After a stolen, fiery kiss from a masked man at a party, Fadel finds himself unable to ignore the attraction he feels for Style, a man who stirs his emotions in ways he doesn't want to admit. Fadel struggles against this growing passion, trying to resist the impulses that challenge his resistance.

Style, on the other hand, is determined to win Fadel over. Knowing that Fadel hates his presence, he uses that to his advantage, creating a dangerous game of seduction. But behind his provocations, there is a goal: to help Kant, Fadel’s brother-in-law, win Bison, Fadel’s younger brother. To do this, Style makes a bet—push Fadel out of the way, with the condition of winning an imported car.

As both of them try to uncover the identity of the masked man who has stirred their feelings, the truth is that the love they seek is right in front of them, hidden behind the masks they wear to protect themselves.

Kant and Bison are the embodiment of chaos and intensity. Kant, Fadel’s brother-in-law, is unpredictable, challenging, and bold, relishing in provoking and challenging everything around him, especially Bison, his boyfriend. Bison, on the other hand, is Fadel’s younger brother—confident, untamed, and in love with Kant, with whom he shares a fiery and intense relationship full of power plays. Together, they explore a relationship where the line between domination and submission is thin, with both alternating between controlling and being controlled. Despite the provocations and power struggles, what truly unites them is a deep and genuine love, where the challenges are a form of expression for their bond. But with Fadel caught up in his own dilemmas and Style in his way, Kant and Bison must fight to keep what they have, as the chaos of their emotions and desires threatens to consume them.

*"Between Fire and Shadows"* is a story of forbidden passion, mystery, and emotional games, where desire mixes with pride and resistance.

___***___

**Chapter 1: Night of Sins and Neon**

“The neon screams. The heart responds. And under the masks, desires meet.”

The electronic music pulsed through the cracked concrete of the abandoned warehouse, invading the bodies like an addictive poison. Neon, foam, smoke, and sweet vapor filled the stuffy air. It was the party of the semester—organized by the most influential heirs in the city, children of businessmen, politicians, and magnates who had never heard the word "limit."

The theme was a bold provocation: *“Masks and Desires”*. Under black lights, lace masks and provocative outfits mixed with forbidden touches and shameless bodies. Here, morality was buried with the first empty bottle of liquor.

Fadel felt out of place.

Leaning against a distant wall, he took a drag of his cigarette, his eyes wandering between the bodies on the dance floor. His younger brother, Bison, had dragged him into this chaotic scene.

Bison, of course, shined.

Wearing tight leather pants and a stylish ripped T-shirt, he moved through the crowd with wild energy, like a mix between Deize Tigrona in "Sadomasoquista" and G-Dragon in "Crayon." His short black hair and eyes sparkled under the black mask that covered only half of his face.

— “Are you just going to stand there like a statue, Fadel?” — Bison shouted, his voice trailing behind the music as he passed, shaking a colorful drink in his hand.

Fadel rolled his eyes and took another slow drag from his cigarette. He hated it all. The lights, the foam, the sweet vape smoke that permeated everything. Nothing in this place was for him.

“I should be home…” he thought, letting the smoke escape slowly between his lips.

Meanwhile, **Style** entered the warehouse like a controlled storm.

His eyes, sharp and slightly insolent, glowed behind the silver mask. The open shirt clung to his chest, covered in glitter and rhinestones, revealing his toned torso. A silver chain dangled from his neck, reflecting the neon as he walked between sweaty bodies and sticky foam.

In the corner of the dance floor, a girl in a black dress sighed:

— “Here he comes...”

Style smiled upon hearing it. Yes, he knew everyone noticed him. He ran his tongue over his lips as he inhaled the sweet vanilla vape, releasing a ring of smoke that lingered in the air like a challenge.

— “Style! Already causing trouble?” — someone shouted, laughing.

He merely winked and replied with a mischievous grin:

— “I never cause trouble. I *am* the trouble.”

That's when he saw him.

Leaning against the wall, almost invisible in the dim light, Fadel seemed indifferent to everything.

That closed-off posture, the cigarette between his fingers, and the golden eyes that glowed under the black light... Style felt a spark of curiosity mixed with a challenge pulse in his chest.

“A fish out of water… I like that,” he thought, biting the corner of his lip.

Style glided through the crowd with the ease of someone born to be seen, stopping right in front of the guy. He blew the sweet vapor of his vape into the air, letting the smell mix with the thick smoke from the party.

— “Who comes to a party like this and stands in the corner like an extra?”

Fadel slowly raised his gaze, his golden eyes lit by the neon.

— “I didn’t come by choice.”

Style laughed softly, blowing another ring of vapor toward his face.

— “Bad excuse. Looks like you’re just waiting for someone to pull you out of this boredom.”

— “I don’t want company.”

— “Yeah... but I didn’t ask if you wanted.”

Before Fadel could respond, Style moved in close. He grabbed him by the collar of his T-shirt, forcing him to lean forward. It was quick, unexpected, and audacious.

Style’s lips met his firmly, soft and cold, while the sweet taste of the vape still lingered between them. The sound of the party faded. There were no more lights, foam, or neon. Just that touch.

Fadel froze. The cigarette slipped from his fingers and was crushed by the foam on the floor. His heart beat so loudly he could hear it inside his ears.

Style pulled away as quickly as he had advanced. His smile was even more provocative.

— “Welcome to the party, stranger.”

Before Fadel could react, he disappeared again into the crowd, leaving behind only the sweet scent of vanilla and a look burned into Fadel's mind.

— “What the hell was that...?” he murmured, bringing his fingers to his lips.

In the middle of the floor, Bison climbed onto one of the wooden crates, earning cheers and whistles. He was completely lost in the rhythm of the music.

— “WHIP! HANDCUFFS! MOUNTAIN CLIMBER ROPE! THIS IS MY EMPIRE, DAMN IT!” — he shouted, raising his arms as a new sensual, electronic beat exploded in the warehouse. The sensual, electronic beat exploded in the warehouse, and he spread his arms like a king declaring war. Fadel rolled his eyes, taking another drag from his cigarette.

— “Idiot…” he muttered under his breath.

The party was at its peak, a whirlwind of masked desires and bodies boiling with heat.

The sweet taste still burned on Fadel’s lips. Style had disappeared, but the impact of that encounter was enough to leave his heart out of rhythm.

“I didn’t come by choice... but maybe I’ll stay because of him.”

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Sinopsis:

Después de un beso robado y ardiente de un enmascarado en una fiesta, Fadel se ve incapaz de ignorar la atracción que siente por Style, un hombre que altera sus sentimientos de una manera que no quiere admitir. Fadel lucha contra esta creciente pasión, intentando resistir los impulsos que desafían su resistencia.

Style, por otro lado, está decidido a conquistar a Fadel. Sabiendo que él odia su presencia, usa esto a su favor, creando un peligroso juego de seducción. Pero detrás de sus provocaciones, hay un objetivo: ayudar a Kant, cuñado de Fadel, a estar con Bison, su hermano. Para lograrlo, Style hace una apuesta: apartar a Fadel de su camino, con la condición de ganar un coche importado.

Mientras ambos tratan de descubrir la identidad del enmascarado que ha alterado sus sentimientos, la verdad es que el amor que buscan está justo frente a ellos, oculto bajo las máscaras que usan para protegerse.

Kant y Bison son la personificación del caos y la intensidad. Kant, cuñado de Fadel, es un hombre impredecible, desafiante y audaz, que disfruta provocando y desafiando todo a su alrededor, especialmente a Bison, su novio. Bison, por otro lado, es el hermano menor de Fadel, confiado, indomable y apasionado por Kant, con quien mantiene una relación intensa llena de juegos de poder. Juntos exploran una relación donde la línea entre dominación y sumisión es difusa, alternando entre controlar y ser controlados. A pesar de las provocaciones y disputas de poder, lo que realmente los une es un amor profundo y genuino, donde los desafíos son la forma de expresión de su vínculo. Pero con Fadel envuelto en sus propios dilemas y Style en su camino, Kant y Bison deberán luchar para mantener lo que tienen, mientras el caos de sus emociones y deseos amenaza con consumirlos.

**"Entre Fuego y Sombras"** es una historia de pasión prohibida, misterio y juegos emocionales, donde el deseo se mezcla con el orgullo y la resistencia.

___***___

Capítulo 1: Noche de Pecados y Neón.

"El neón grita. El corazón responde. Y bajo las máscaras, los deseos se encuentran."

La música electrónica pulsaba en el concreto agrietado del almacén abandonado, invadiendo los cuerpos como un veneno adictivo. Neón, espuma, humo y vapor dulce llenaban el aire denso. Era la fiesta del semestre, organizada por los herederos más influyentes de la ciudad, hijos de empresarios, políticos y magnates que nunca habían escuchado la palabra "límites".

El tema era una provocación descarada: *"Máscaras y Deseos"*. Bajo las luces negras, máscaras de encaje y trajes provocativos se mezclaban con toques prohibidos y cuerpos sin pudor. Allí, la moralidad estaba enterrada junto con la primera botella de alcohol vacía.

Fadel se sentía fuera de lugar.

Apoyado contra una pared apartada, fumaba un cigarro, la mirada vagando entre los cuerpos en la pista central. Su hermano menor, Bison, lo había arrastrado a la fuerza a ese escenario caótico.

Bison, claro, brillaba.

Con unos pantalones de cuero ajustados y una camiseta rota con estilo, se movía por la pista con una energía salvaje, como una mezcla entre Deize Tigrona en "Sadomasoquista" y G-Dragon en "Crayon". Su cabello negro corto y sus ojos brillaban bajo la máscara negra que cubría solo la mitad de su rostro.

— “¿Vas a quedarte ahí parado como una estatua, Fadel?” — gritó Bison, con la voz arrastrada por la música mientras pasaba, agitando un vaso de colores en la mano.

Fadel puso los ojos en blanco y dio otra calada lenta al cigarro. Odió eso. Las luces, la espuma, los vapores dulces del cigarro electrónico que impregnaban todo. Nada de ese ambiente era para él.

“Debería estar en casa...” pensó, dejando escapar el humo lentamente entre sus labios.

Mientras tanto, **Style** llegó al almacén como una tormenta controlada.

Sus ojos, astutos y ligeramente insolentes, brillaban detrás de la máscara plateada. La camisa abierta, pegada al pecho cubierto de glitter y strass, revelaba un torso definido. Una cadena de plata colgaba del cuello, reflejando el neón mientras caminaba entre los cuerpos sudorosos y las espumas pegadas.

En la esquina de la pista, una chica con vestido negro suspiró:

— “Ahí viene él...”

Style sonrió al escuchar. Sí, sabía que todos lo notaban. Pasó la lengua por sus labios mientras inhalaba el vapor dulce del cigarro electrónico de vainilla, soltando un anillo de humo que flotó en el aire como una provocación.

— “¿Style! ¿Ya estás causando problemas?” — alguien gritó, riendo.

Él solo parpadeó y respondió con una sonrisa maliciosa:

— “Nunca causo. Yo soy el problema.”

Fue cuando lo vio.

Apoyado en la pared, casi invisible bajo la penumbra, Fadel parecía ajeno a todo.

Esa postura cerrada, el cigarro entre los dedos y los ojos dorados que brillaban bajo la luz negra... Style sintió una punzada de curiosidad mezclada con un desafío pulsando en su pecho.

“Pescado fuera del agua... me gusta eso”, pensó, mordiendo la esquina de su labio.

Style se deslizó por la pista con la facilidad de quien nació para ser visto, hasta detenerse justo frente al chico. Exhaló el vapor dulce del cigarro electrónico en el aire, dejando que el olor se mezclara con el espeso humo de la fiesta.

— “¿Quién viene a una fiesta de estas y se queda en un rincón como un figurante?”

Fadel levantó la mirada lentamente, los ojos dorados iluminados por el neón.

— “No vine por elección.”

Style rió bajo, soplando otro anillo de vapor hacia su rostro.

— “Mala excusa. Parece que solo estás esperando que alguien te saque de este aburrimiento.”

— “No quiero compañía.”

— “Sí... pero no pregunté si querías.”

Antes de que Fadel pudiera responder, Style se acercó de una vez. Lo tiró de la camiseta, forzándolo a inclinar el rostro hacia adelante. Fue rápido, inesperado y descarado.

Los labios de Style tocaron los de él con firmeza, suaves y fríos, mientras el sabor dulce del vapor aún bailaba entre ellos. El sonido de la fiesta desapareció. No había más espuma, ni humo, ni neón. Solo ese toque.

Fadel se congeló. El cigarro se le escapó de los dedos y fue aplastado por la espuma en el suelo. Su corazón latía tan fuerte que podía oírlo en sus oídos.

Style se alejó tan rápido como había avanzado. Su sonrisa estaba aún más provocadora.

— “Bienvenido a la fiesta, extraño.”

Antes de que Fadel pudiera reaccionar, él desapareció nuevamente entre los cuerpos de la pista, dejando atrás solo el dulce olor a vainilla y una mirada atrapada en la mente de Fadel.

— “¿Qué diablos fue eso...?” — murmuró, llevándose los dedos a los labios.

En medio de la pista, Bison subió a una de las cajas de madera, arrancando gritos y silbidos. Estaba completamente perdido en el ritmo de la música.

— “¡VENGAN CON EL LÁTIGO! ¡ESPOSAS! ¡CUERDA DE ESCALADA! ¡ESTO ES MI IMPERIO, COÑO!” — gritó, levantando los brazos, mientras una nueva base sensual y electrónica explotaba en el almacén. La base sensual y electrónica explotó en el almacén, y él abrió los brazos como un rey declarando guerra. Fadel puso los ojos en blanco y dio otra calada al cigarro.

— “Idiota...” murmuró entre dientes.

La fiesta estaba en su punto máximo, un torbellino de deseos enmascarados y cuerpos hirvientes.

El dulce sabor aún ardía en los labios de Fadel. Style había desaparecido, pero el impacto de ese encuentro fue suficiente para dejar su corazón fuera de ritmo.

“No vine por elección... pero tal vez me quede por él.”

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