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Jiahao used to have a strict personal bubble. Before, he wasn't the type to initiate skinship, though he wouldn't exactly shove someone away if they got close. But surviving Boys II Planet changed things. When you're constantly crammed into dorms, sweating in training rooms, and crying on camera with dozens of other guys, boundaries naturally dissolve.
By the time he made the final debut lineup, being touched didn't bother him at all. Especially when it came to Kim Geonwoo.
"Hao-hyung!"
Geonwoo’s voice usually preceded the impact. A second later, a heavy arm wrapped securely around Jiahao’s shoulders, pulling him back against a broad chest. Geonwoo was like a giant, overly affectionate pet, always finding a way to tether himself to Jiahao whether they were waiting backstage or just lounging in the living room of their new dorm.
Jiahao didn't protest. He just let himself be molded against Geonwoo’s side, his heart doing a stupid little flip that he carefully hid behind a deadpan expression.
Over the past few months, Jiahao had forced himself to face the truth: he had feelings for the younger guy. It was a shitty situation to be in. They were in the same group, their careers were just starting, and even if the K-pop industry was slowly becoming more accepting, it sure as fuck wasn't open. Falling for a member was a recipe for disaster. Besides, Jiahao was convinced Geonwoo didn't see him that way.
He knew Geonwoo was into guys. Late one night during their B2P days, while they were lying exhausted on the floor of an empty practice room, Geonwoo had subtly confessed that he swayed the other way. Jiahao had kept that secret locked down tight, acting as a safe space for the younger trainee. But just because Geonwoo liked men didn't mean he liked him.
Lately, though, Geonwoo’s behavior was getting weird. His usual touchiness had intensified since debut, veering into an obsession that Jiahao couldn't fathom. Specifically, Geonwoo could not go a single fucking day without pointing out their size difference.
"Look at this," Geonwoo muttered, grabbing Jiahao’s hand and aligning their palms. Geonwoo’s fingers swallowed his completely. "Hyung, your hands are so small compared to mine. And they're pretty too."
Jiahao pulled his hand back with a sigh. "I'm normal sized. You're just a freak."
"I'm 183.5 centimeters, hyung. And the doctor said I might still grow," Geonwoo bragged, a smug grin spreading across his face as he stepped closer, intentionally towering over Jiahao to drive the point home. "You're like a doll."
Jiahao just shrugged and walked away, but internally, he was losing his mind. He didn't know whether to be offended or suspicious. Why the fuck did Geonwoo care so much about how small he was?
Seeking some clarity, Jiahao waited until Geonwoo was out of the dorm before cornering Sangwon, who just came out of Leo’s room, in the kitchen. They ended up sitting on the floor by the counter, drinking beers and talking about random shit until Jiahao finally decided to bring it up.
"Hey, can I ask you something weird?" Jiahao started, staring down at his beer can. "It's about Geonwoo."
Sangwon took a sip. "What about him? Is he annoying you again?"
"Not exactly. It's just... he’s obsessed with how much bigger he is than me. Every single day, he has to comment on my height, my hands, or how I fit right under his arm. It’s getting constant. What the fuck is his deal?"
Sangwon paused, looking at Jiahao with a blank expression for a few seconds. Then, a slow, amused smirk spread across his face.
"Oh," Sangwon said, leaning back against the cabinets. "That's easy. The guy clearly has a size kink."
Jiahao blinked, the words registering instantly. He wasn't dumb; he knew exactly what that meant. His throat suddenly felt incredibly dry, and his mind went completely blank as he stared at Sangwon.
"A size kink," Jiahao repeated, the words tasting heavy and absurd on his tongue. "Are you kidding me?"
"I'm completely serious," Sangwon said, taking another casual gulp of his beer. "Think about it. He doesn't do it to anyone else. He doesn't track down the other short members just to measure hands. He only does it to you. He likes how small you are next to him. It probably turns him on."
Jiahao’s face burned. He stared hard at the kitchen tiles, his mind racing through every single interaction he’d had with Geonwoo over the past few weeks. The way Geonwoo’s grip would tighten around his waist, the low rumbles in his chest when he called Jiahao, the deliberate way he would crowd Jiahao against walls just to look down at him.
Fuck. It actually made sense.
"Don't look so traumatized," Sangwon laughed, setting his empty can down with a sharp clink. "If you hate it, just tell him to back the fuck off."
"I don't hate it," Jiahao muttered before he could stop himself.
Sangwon raised an eyebrow, a sudden shift in his eyes. "Oh? So you like it?"
"No, that's not—" Jiahao bit his lip, cursing himself. He couldn't tell Sangwon about his feelings. That was a line he couldn't cross. "It's just annoying. I'm going to bed."
He stood up, ignoring Sangwon’s knowing smirk, and practically bolted down the hallway to his room. He shut the door and collapsed onto his mattress, staring at the ceiling. The silence of the room didn't help quiet his thoughts. His mind kept replaying Sangwon’s words. A size kink. The front door of the dorm clicked open, followed by the heavy, familiar thud of footsteps down the hall. A moment later, Jiahao’s door swung open without a knock.
Geonwoo stood in the doorway, smelling like the chilly night air outside, his hair slightly messy. The moment his eyes landed on Jiahao, that familiar, stupidly bright grin took over his face.
"Hyung, you're still awake," Geonwoo said, walking straight over to the bed. He didn't even ask before dropping his massive frame right onto the mattress next to Jiahao, kicking off his slippers.
The mattress dipped heavily under his weight. Geonwoo immediately rolled onto his side, propping his head up on his hand and looking down at Jiahao. Now that Sangwon had planted that thought in his head, Jiahao couldn't help but notice how massive Geonwoo actually looked in the dim lighting of the bedroom. His broad shoulders took up half the bed.
"Where were you?" Jiahao asked, trying to keep his voice steady and normal.
"Just picking up some late-night snacks," Geonwoo said. He reached out, his large hand casually wrapping around Jiahao’s wrist, pulling his arm up to inspect it. Geonwoo rubbed his thumb against the inner skin of Jiahao’s wrist. "Seriously, look at your wrists. I can wrap my whole hand around them with room to spare. How are you even real?"
Jiahao’s heart hammered violently against his ribs. He didn't pull away this time. Instead, he looked straight into Geonwoo’s eyes, trying to read whatever the fuck was happening between them.
"Why do you always do that, Geonwoo?" Jiahao asked, his voice dropping to a quieter, more serious tone.
Geonwoo paused, his thumb stopping its movement against Jiahao's skin. "Do what?"
"Comment on my size. Every single day. What's your fucking problem?"
Geonwoo let out a quick, nervous laugh and pulled his hand back, shifting his weight on the mattress. "What do you mean? I don't have a problem, hyung. You're just objectively tiny. It's funny."
I am not tiny, Jiahao thought to himself.
He shrugged, his eyes darting away for a split second before he completely changed the subject.
"Anyway, I'm starving," Geonwoo said, pushing himself up into a sitting position and rubbing his stomach. "I bought ingredients to make that spicy ramyun with the melted cheese. I'm going to whip some up right now. Come to the kitchen with me, let's eat a late-night snack together."
Jiahao stared at him for a moment. He knew exactly what Geonwoo was doing—deflecting, dodging the question because he got caught. But Jiahao didn't have the energy to force a confession out of him right now, especially with his own heart still racing from the way Geonwoo had been touching his wrist.
He let out a slow breath and sat up. "Fine. But you're washing the dishes."
"Deal," Geonwoo beamed, already sliding off the bed and heading toward the door.
Jiahao followed him out into the dimly lit hallway and back into the kitchen. Sangwon was nowhere to be seen, likely having retreated to his own room upstairs, leaving the space completely empty and quiet.
Geonwoo immediately started moving around the kitchen with practiced familiarity, pulling out a pot, filling it with water, and setting it on the stove. He ripped open the noodle packets, his movements efficient but slightly hurried. Jiahao leaned his lower back against the counter a few feet away, watching him.
In the quiet of the kitchen, with only the sound of the stove flame and the water beginning to simmer, Jiahao found his eyes wandering over Geonwoo's back. The younger man was wearing a simple, oversized black hoodie, but it did nothing to hide the sheer width of his shoulders or how high his head cleared the upper cabinets.
"Hyung, pass me the cheese from the fridge," Geonwoo ordered without turning around.
Jiahao grabbed the pack of sliced cheese from the refrigerator door and stepped up next to Geonwoo to hand it over. Instead of just taking it, Geonwoo leaned his hip against the counter, trapping Jiahao in the small space between his body and the stove. He looked down, a familiar, playful glint returning to his eyes.
"Thanks," Geonwoo murmured, taking the cheese but making no effort to move out of Jiahao's personal space.
The next morning, the reality of their packed schedule hit before Jiahao could even fully wake up. Their manager practically dragged them out of the dorm at the crack of dawn for a grueling twelve-hour day filled with music show pre-recordings, a brief fansign, and endless dance practices.
By the time they got back to the company building late that evening for a final performance evaluation, Jiahao’s entire body was aching.
They were currently taking a fifteen-minute breather in one of the practice rooms. The rest of the members were scattered across the floor, half-asleep or scrolling through their phones. Jiahao was sitting against the mirror, his knees pulled to his chest, staring blankly ahead as he tried to catch his breath.
"Hao-hyung."
Jiahao didn't even have to look up to know who it was. Geonwoo dropped down heavily right next to him, his skin radiating heat from the intense rehearsal. Without asking, Geonwoo extended his long legs, effectively boxing Jiahao into the corner of the mirror, and wrapped a thick arm around Jiahao’s neck, pulling him roughly against his side.
"Fuck, I'm exhausted," Geonwoo groaned, burying his face briefly into Jiahao’s sweaty hair before pulling back just enough to look down at him.
Being this close after Sangwon’s revelation from the night before made Jiahao hyper-aware of everything. He could feel the solid weight of Geonwoo's arm, the way Geonwoo's chest expanded against his shoulder with every breath, and how easily Geonwoo’s massive frame completely swallowed him up.
"Get off me, you're hot," Jiahao muttered, though he didn't actually push him away.
Geonwoo just laughed, his grip tightening instead. He reached down with his free hand and grabbed Jiahao’s thigh, giving it a firm squeeze. "No way. You're like a cooling pad. We're like a perfect puzzle, you know. Seriously, look at your legs compared to mine."
Geonwoo shifted closer, deliberately pressing his long, muscular thigh right against Jiahao's. The size difference was staggering. Geonwoo’s leg was nearly twice the thickness of his, solid and imposing.
"I can literally pick hyung up with one arm if I wanted to," Geonwoo whispered, his voice dropping slightly as his eyes locked onto Jiahao's face. He rubbed his thumb against Jiahao's knee, his gaze lingering on the contrast between his huge hand and Jiahao's smaller frame. "You're so adorable."
Jiahao felt his throat go dry. Sitting in the middle of a brightly lit practice room with their members just feet away, the weight of Geonwoo's hand on his knee felt incredibly dangerous. He looked up, meeting Geonwoo's gaze. There was a strange, heavy intensity in the younger man's eyes that hadn't been there before debut. It wasn't just playful teasing anymore.
"Shut the fuck up, Geonwoo," Jiahao said, his voice quiet but sharp. "You've said that three times today already."
"Because it's true," Geonwoo muttered, his thumb continuing that slow, deliberate rub against Jiahao's skin. He didn't look away, his eyes tracking the line of Jiahao's jaw before dropping to his lips. "You fit perfectly right under my arm. It's like you were made to be held like this."
The blatant honesty of it made Jiahao's stomach twist in a way that had nothing to do with exhaustion. He wanted to shove Geonwoo off, to protect himself from the hope that was suddenly blooming in his chest. Sangwon's words echoed in his mind—it probably turns him on. Looking at the dark flare in Geonwoo's eyes right now, Jiahao couldn't deny it anymore.
"Alright, break's over! Back in position!" their choreographer shouted from the front of the room, clapping his hands loudly.
The sudden noise broke the spell. Geonwoo blinked, the intensity fading from his expression as he reluctantly let go of Jiahao's knee and stood up. He offered a hand down to Jiahao, his huge palm open and waiting.
Jiahao took it, letting Geonwoo effortlessly haul him to his feet. As soon as Jiahao was upright, Geonwoo gave his hand a quick, firm squeeze before letting go and walking toward the center of the floor.
Jiahao stood there for a second, his hand still tingling from the grip. He watched Geonwoo take his place in the formation, his broad shoulders and tall frame dominating the space. The next two hours of practice passed in a blur of muscle memory, but Jiahao's focus was entirely shattered. Every time the choreography required them to cross paths, every time Geonwoo's shadow fell over him, Jiahao felt hyper-aware of the space between them.
By midnight, they were finally dismissed. The members stumbled out of the practice room in a silent, exhausted line, heading straight for the elevators.
"I'm riding in the first van," Sangwon announced, throwing a meaningful, highly amused look over his shoulder at Jiahao. "See you guys back at the dorm."
Jiahao cursed him internally. He ended up in the second van, squished into the back row with Geonwoo. The vehicle was dark, the only light coming from the passing streetlamps outside. As the van pulled into the traffic, Geonwoo leaned heavily to the side, letting his head drop right onto Jiahao's shoulder.
"Hyung," Geonwoo whispered, his breath warm against Jiahao's neck. He reached down blindly in the dark, finding Jiahao's hand and locking their fingers together, pressing his large palm flat against Jiahao's. "I'm so so tired."
Jiahao didn't move. He sat completely still in the dark, quiet interior of the van, letting the heavy weight of Geonwoo's head press into his shoulder.
"Sleep," Jiahao murmured, his voice barely a breath so the other members up front wouldn't hear.
Geonwoo let out a soft, satisfied grunt in response, shifting his face closer into the crook of Jiahao’s neck before his breathing leveled out into a deep, steady rhythm.
With Geonwoo asleep, Jiahao looked down at their tangled fingers resting on Geonwoo's thigh. The passing streetlights periodically illuminated the contrast between them. Geonwoo’s fingers were longer, thicker, and easily curled all the way around his knuckles, completely enveloping his hand.
Jiahao thought about what Sangwon had said again. He thought about the risk. If Geonwoo really did have a size kink, if this constant, aggressive touchiness was how the younger man expressed a desire he couldn't put into actual words because of the industry they were in, then staying silent was going to drive Jiahao completely insane. He was already losing his mind just thinking about it.
When the van finally pulled into the dorm’s underground parking lot, the members painfully dragged themselves upstairs. The moment they unlocked the front door, everyone immediately split up to head for bed. Leo shuffled straight toward his room without a word, while Sanghyeon sleepily pulled himself toward the room he shared with Geonwoo, yawning loudly.
Jiahao turned down the hallway, ready to collapse onto his own mattress, when a large hand gripped his elbow from behind, stopping him in his tracks.
He turned around to find Geonwoo standing there, looking flushed and a little anxious.
"Hyung," Geonwoo whispered, scratching the back of his neck. "Can I sleep in your room tonight? Sanghyeon’s snoring is going to be fucking terrible because he's so tired, and I really need to get some actual rest."
It was a completely made-up excuse—Sanghyeon rarely ever snored, and they both knew it. Jiahao stared at him, seeing the subtle tension in Geonwoo's jaw and the slight heat in his eyes.
Jiahao couldn't help but just agree. "Fine. Come on."
Jiahao grabbed a change of clothes from his closet and headed straight to the bathroom, leaving Geonwoo, who just got out of shower barely 10 minutes ago, sitting on the edge of his mattress.
He locked the door behind him and stripped down, stepping under the spray of the shower. The hot water hit his aching shoulders, but it did absolutely nothing to calm the frantic pacing of his mind. He leaned his forehead against the tiled wall, letting the water stream over his hair and down his back.
His thoughts were a complete mess. Geonwoo was currently lying in his bed, having used a completely bullshit excuse just to sleep in the same room as him. Jiahao wasn't stupid. The signs were all lining up perfectly with what Sangwon had guessed, and the sheer implication of it was making his blood run hot. If Geonwoo really wanted him—if he was specifically turned on by how small Jiahao was compared to him—then having him under the same roof, in the same bed, was a dangerous fucking game.
Jiahao quickly thoroughly washed up, not wanting to leave the younger man waiting too long and giving himself time to overthink even more. He shut off the water, dried himself down quickly, and pulled on a pair of loose gray sweatpants and a worn-out, oversized white t-shirt.
When he stepped out of the bathroom, steam following him into the hallway, he walked back into his bedroom.
The main light was off, leaving only the dim, warm glow of his bedside lamp illuminating the space. Geonwoo had already made himself comfortable in Jiahao's bed, now wearing just a black tank top and his light blue pajama pants. He was lying on his side under Jiahao's blanket, his long legs taking up nearly the entire length of the mattress. The tight fabric of his tank top showed off the massive width of his shoulders and the thick lines of his collarbones.
As the door clicked shut, Geonwoo looked up. His eyes immediately locked onto Jiahao, tracking him as he walked over to the side of the bed.
"You took forever, hyung," Geonwoo muttered, his voice lower and raspy from the late hour. He shifted over slightly, making a small amount of space, but his eyes never left Jiahao's frame, taking in the way the oversized t-shirt swallowed Jiahao's smaller shoulders.
Jiahao didn't say anything as he climbed onto the remaining sliver of the mattress. The bed was small, and with Geonwoo's massive frame occupying most of it, there was nowhere to go. The moment Jiahao settled beneath the blanket, Geonwoo rolled over, instantly closing the distance between them.
A heavy, thick thigh slid over Jiahao's legs, pinning him down under its weight. Before Jiahao could even draw a breath, Geonwoo’s arm snaked around his waist, his huge palm flat against Jiahao's lower back, dragging him forcefully against his chest.
"Fucking finally," Geonwoo muttered into the crook of Jiahao’s neck. His breath was hot, sending a sharp shiver straight down Jiahao’s spine.
Jiahao lay flat on his back, his hands resting awkwardly against Geonwoo’s broad chest. He could feel the hard, defined muscle beneath the thin fabric of the tank top. The sheer size difference was overwhelming in the dark. Geonwoo felt fucking huge, completely crowding his space, burying him beneath solid weight.
"Geonwoo," Jiahao choked out, his throat tight. "You're heavy as shit. Move."
"No," Geonwoo grunted, his grip tightening around Jiahao’s waist instead. He lifted his head slightly, hovering directly over Jiahao's face. In the dim light of the bedside lamp, Geonwoo's eyes were dark, devoid of his usual playful innocence. "You're so small, hyung. I could just lock you down like this and you wouldn't be able to do a damn thing about it."
Jiahao’s heart hammered violently against his ribs. The raw, unfiltered possessiveness in Geonwoo's voice made his head spin. He looked up into the younger man's face, his own gaze narrowing.
"Is that what you want?" Jiahao dared to ask, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "To just pin me down because you're bigger?"
Geonwoo’s eyes flared at the challenge. He slid his hand up from Jiahao's waist, his large fingers wrapping completely around Jiahao's throat, not squeezing, but heavy and controlling. He pressed Jiahao deeper into the mattress, his bulk hovering entirely over him.
"Yeah," Geonwoo whispered. "That's exactly what I want."
"You're a fucking psycho," Jiahao breathed out, his voice shaking slightly despite his best efforts to sound tough.
Geonwoo let out a low, breathless chuckle, the sound vibrating directly against Jiahao's chest. His grip on Jiahao’s throat relaxed, his fingers sliding up to cup Jiahao's jaw instead. Geonwoo's expression softened completely, the dark intensity in his eyes melting into something incredibly warm and careful as he pulled Jiahao flush against him, cradling him securely against his broad chest.
"Do you like me, hyung?" Geonwoo asked softly, his voice dropping to a quiet, tentative whisper in the dark room.
The question caught Jiahao completely off guard. His entire body went rigid. It was past two in the morning, they were exhausted from a brutal schedule, and they were supposed to be sleeping. Instead, Geonwoo had just casually dropped a fucking bomb right into the middle of the bed.
Jiahao did what any sane person in his position would do. He panicked and immediately denied it.
"What the fuck are you talking about? No," Jiahao snapped, trying to sound offended, though his voice cracked slightly at the end. "Go to sleep."
Geonwoo didn't let it go. He loosened his embrace just enough to shift back, propping himself up on his elbow so they were facing each other directly. Even in the dim lighting, Jiahao could see the look on the younger man's face. Geonwoo did not look convinced at all. In fact, a small, knowing smile was tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Hao-hyung, you're so fucking bad at lying," Geonwoo murmured, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair away from Jiahao's forehead. His huge thumb lingered on Jiahao's temple. "I know you love me. You're so precious, and you really don't know how to lie to me."
Jiahao glared at him, his face burning hot. He hated how easily Geonwoo could read him, and he hated how smug the younger man looked right now, looming over him in the dark.
"Shut the fuck up," Jiahao muttered, turning his head away to avoid that intense, heavy gaze. "You don't know shit."
"I do know," Geonwoo insisted softly. He slid his hand down, his massive palm cupping Jiahao’s cheek and forcing him to look back up. The contrast was ridiculous; Geonwoo’s hand practically covered the entire side of his face. "I've known for a while, hyung. The way you let me hold you, the way you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention. You think you're hiding it, but you're not."
Jiahao swallowed hard, his throat tight. The sheer weight of Geonwoo's presence, combined with the sudden confession, was making it impossible to think straight. "If you knew, then why the fuck did you keep doing all this? The teasing, the touching... driving me crazy every damn day."
Geonwoo’s smile faded, replaced by a raw, hungry look that made Jiahao’s stomach drop.
"Because I wanted to see how much you could take," Geonwoo whispered, his thumb rubbing firmly against Jiahao’s lower lip. "I wanted to see you lose your mind over me. I like knowing how much bigger I am than you. I like knowing that I can completely overwhelm you, and that you want me to."
The blunt admission sent a massive jolt of electricity straight to Jiahao’s core. Sangwon had been completely right. It wasn't just a casual joke; Geonwoo was entirely consumed by it.
"You really are a freak," Jiahao choked out, his hands gripping the front of Geonwoo’s tank top, pulling the younger man down closer until their chests were pressed tight against each other.
"Yeah, for you," Geonwoo growled low in his throat. He shifted his weight, sliding his massive thigh back over Jiahao's legs, completely pinning him to the mattress again. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Jiahao’s ear. "So stop fucking lying to me. Tell me the truth."
Jiahao’s fingers tightened into the fabric of Geonwoo’s tank top, his knuckles turning white. He was completely trapped, buried under Geonwoo's heavy frame, with the younger man's breath hot against his skin. Every instinct told him to keep his guard up, but looking at the dark flare of desire in Geonwoo's eyes, he knew he couldn't keep this up anymore.
"Fine," Jiahao rasped, staring straight up into Geonwoo's face. "Yeah. I fucking like you. Happy now?"
Geonwoo’s breath hitched. The smugness completely vanished from his face, replaced by a sudden, intense heat that made Jiahao’s chest tighten. He didn't say a word. Instead, Geonwoo shifted his weight, his large hands coming up to firmly grip Jiahao’s wrists, pinning them flat against the mattress on either side of his head.
"Say it again," Geonwoo commanded, his voice dropping to a gravelly, demanding whisper. He leaned down further, his chest crushing against Jiahao’s. "Tell me again, hyung."
"I like you, you giant asshole," Jiahao muttered, his heart hammering so hard he thought it would burst through his ribs. "I've liked you since last year. Now do something about it or get the fuck off me."
Geonwoo let out a low, rough growl. He didn't let go of Jiahao’s wrists. Instead, he gently pressed his mouth down against Jiahao’s in a soft yet desperate kiss.
Geonwoo forced his tongue past Jiahao's lips. Jiahao groaned into the kiss, his body responding instantly to the sheer pleasure of it. He tried to pull his hands free to wrap them around Geonwoo’s neck, but Geonwoo’s grip was like iron, keeping his smaller wrists securely locked down against the sheets.
Geonwoo pulled back just an inch, his lips wet and swollen, his eyes completely dark as he stared down at Jiahao’s flushed face.
"You're not going anywhere," Geonwoo breathed, his thumbs rubbing hard against the inside of Jiahao's pinned wrists.
Geonwoo didn't wait for a response before slamming his mouth back down onto Jiahao’s. The two moved with a desperate urgency that made the small bedroom feel incredibly hot.
Jiahao pulled his wrists out of Geonwoo’s grip the second the younger man relaxed his hold, immediately wrapping his arms around Geonwoo’s neck. He pulled him down closer, wanting to erase every single millimeter of space between them. He groaned into the kiss, his tongue tangling with Geonwoo’s as they moved in an uncoordinated rhythm.
Despite the sheer aggression of his hunger, Geonwoo was careful. Even as he shifted his bulk entirely over Jiahao, pressing him deep into the mattress, he propped himself up on his forearms. He kept the absolute brunt of his weight off Jiahao's smaller frame, making sure he wasn't crushing him or hurting him.
"Fuck," Geonwoo brokenly muttered against his lips, breaking the kiss for a split second just to breathe before biting down gently on Jiahao’s lower lip. "You taste so fucking good."
Jiahao arched his back, his hands sliding down from Geonwoo's neck to grip the hard, broad muscle of his shoulders. The size difference was intoxicating now. Looking up in the dim light, seeing how Geonwoo’s massive frame completely blocked out everything else in the room, Jiahao felt an intense jolt of heat rush straight to his core.
Geonwoo trail of kisses slid down Jiahao's jaw, his large hand sliding under the hem of Jiahao's oversized white t-shirt. His palm was burning hot against the bare skin of Jiahao’s waist, his fingers spanning almost the entire width of his side. He squeezed firmly, a low, satisfied sound vibrating in his throat when Jiahao gasped.
"You're so beautiful," Geonwoo whispered against the sensitive skin of Jiahao's neck, his teeth grazing over his collarbone. He pressed his heavy thigh tighter between Jiahao's legs, pinning him down effortlessly. "I'm going to take such good care of you, hyung. Just let me handle everything."
Jiahao couldn't even form words to reply. He just let out a fractured sigh, his fingers digging deep into the skin of Geonwoo’s shoulders as the younger man’s mouth found a particularly sensitive spot right below his jaw.
Geonwoo sucked a harsh, dark mark into the skin there, his large hand sliding further up under the t-shirt, bunching the fabric up until Jiahao’s chest was bare against the cool air of the room. But the chill didn't last. Geonwoo immediately filled the space, pressing his chest flat against Jiahao's, the friction of their skin sending a jolt straight down Jiahao's spine.
"Look at me," Geonwoo muttered, pulling back just enough to look down. His face was flushed, his breath coming in short, heavy pants. He reached down and grabbed Jiahao’s right hand, forcing their fingers to lock together again, then pinned it flat against the pillow next to Jiahao's head. "Look how easily I can hold you down. Tell me you like it."
Jiahao swallowed hard, staring into those dark, completely consumed eyes. The physical helplessness should have made him uncomfortable, but with Geonwoo, it was doing the exact opposite.
"I like it," Jiahao admitted, his voice rough and entirely stripped of pride. "Fuck, Geonwoo, I like it. Just hurry the fuck up."
A dark, incredibly pleased smirk broke across Geonwoo’s face. "Don't rush me, hyung. We have all night."
He freed his other hand to grip the waistband of Jiahao’s gray sweatpants, tugging them down over his hips along with his boxers in one smooth, dominant motion. Jiahao instinctively tried to lift his hips to help, but Geonwoo’s heavy thigh pinned his lower half firmly to the mattress, making it impossible to move freely.
Geonwoo shed his own pajama pants and underwear with a reckless legal motion, tossing them blindly off the side of the bed. When he settled back over Jiahao, the direct, hot friction of their bare skin made Jiahao groan out loud, his head tossing back against the pillow.
Geonwoo reached between their bodies, his large hand wrapping securely around both of them at once. He started a slow, heavy stroke, his thumb rubbing deliberately over the tips, smearing their combined slick over the skin.
"Ah... fuck, Geonwoo," Jiahao gasped, his hips jerking up involuntarily against the grip.
"You're so fucking hot like this," Geonwoo whispered, his voice completely wrecked. He leaned down, his chest crushing Jiahao into the mattress as his pace quickened, his large hand moving with a brutal, perfect friction that had Jiahao’s toes curling. "So tight, so small under me. You're completely mine, Hao-hyung."
Geonwoo’s other hand slid up Jiahao's torso, his large palm rough against the smooth skin before his fingers found Jiahao's chest. He began to play with Jiahao's nipples, pinching and rolling them firmly between his thumb and forefinger while his lower hand maintained that steady friction around both of their shafts.
Jiahao let out a loud, broken gasp, his back arching off the mattress as the dual stimulation sent a violent wave of heat straight to his brain. He gripped the bedsheets tightly, his knuckles turning white as he tried to handle the intensity.
As they moved together, Geonwoo looked down between their bodies, his gaze locking onto Jiahao’s cock. Seeing the physical reality of their size difference up close almost sent him into complete delirium. Jiahao’s was a bit smaller compared to his own massive size, but it wasn't small by any means—it was thick, flushed a deep red, and fit perfectly inside Geonwoo’s large hand, enveloped right alongside his own.
The visual alone made Geonwoo’s breath hitch violently. A low, dirty groan ripped from his throat, his eyes darkening to a near-black as the sheer sight of Jiahao completely overwhelmed him.
"You’re perfect," Geonwoo growled, his pace turning rougher, more desperate. He squeezed tightly, his huge hand sliding up and down the combined length of them, the friction incredibly hot and wet. "You’re so fucking perfect for me."
Jiahao couldn't even look. He threw his head back against the pillow, his eyes squeezed shut as his hips jerked upward into Geonwoo's grip. "Ah... fuck, Geonwoo... faster, please."
"I've got you," Geonwoo whispered aggressively, leaning down so his chest completely crushed against Jiahao’s, his face burying into Jiahao's neck.
Jiahao couldn't take the overwhelming friction for a second longer. Needing an anchor, he hooked his legs around Geonwoo’s waist and pulled the younger man down into a crushing hug, burying his face into Geonwoo's neck. As a fresh wave of intense pleasure hit him, Jiahao sank his teeth sharply into the solid muscle of Geonwoo’s shoulder.
Geonwoo just let out a low, vibrating chuckle against Jiahao’s ear, completely unfazed by the bite. Instead, he softened his hold for a brief moment, peppered light, sweet kisses all over Jiahao’s flushed face—his forehead, his burning cheeks, the tip of his nose—while his hand down below kept up a relentless, heavy stroke.
Jiahao groaned, his hips twisting into the grip, completely at Geonwoo's mercy.
Suddenly, Geonwoo stopped the movement of his hand, keeping his large palm resting heavily against their slick, throbbing length. He looked down at Jiahao, his eyes heavy with dark desire, a wicked little smirk playing on his lips.
"You wanna ride me, hyung?" Geonwoo blurted out, his voice a low, gravelly tease.
Jiahao’s mind short-circuited. He stared up at Geonwoo, his face burning hot as a million frantic thoughts collided in his head. Ride him? He hadn't even thought that far ahead. Was he actually ready for that? The sheer mental image of himself sitting on top of Geonwoo’s massive frame, completely taking him in, felt incredibly intense and embarrassing. How the fuck would that even feel?
He looked up at Geonwoo with a wild mix of confusion, shock, and naked vulnerability.
But then he looked at the way Geonwoo was hovering over him. The younger man’s broad shoulders were glistening with a light sheen of sweat, his dark hair messy, and his chest rising and falling with heavy, jagged breaths. He looked so fucking hot it was criminal. Knowing that Geonwoo wanted to go all the way with him—that he wanted to completely possess him—sent a devastating surge of heat straight to Jiahao’s lower stomach.
Pride was already out the window. Jiahao swallowed hard, his fingers digging into the mattress as he met Geonwoo's dark gaze.
"Prep me first," Jiahao muttered, his voice rough and breathless, but completely demanding.
Geonwoo’s face lit up with a massive, happy smile, the heavy intensity momentarily giving way to pure, boyish excitement. He leaned down and kissed Jiahao all over his face like a damn puppy, making wet, messy smacks against his cheeks and jaw before sliding back down.
"Fucking finally," Geonwoo breathed out, his tone shifting right back into something dark and dominant.
He didn't waste a single second. He hooked his large hands behind Jiahao’s knees, pushing them up and wide apart, pinning them effortlessly toward Jiahao's chest. The position exposed him completely to the dim light of the room, leaving him totally vulnerable. Jiahao involuntarily gasped at the sudden stretch, his hands clutching desperately at the sheets as Geonwoo loomed over the view.
Geonwoo swallowed hard, his eyes tracking the line of Jiahao's inner thighs before he looked back up. "Hyung, you got lube?"
Jiahao’s face flared a violent shade of red. He shyly moved his head away, burying his burning face into the pillow, unable to look the younger man in the eye.
"In the closet," Jiahao muttered into the fabric, his voice muffled and thick with embarrassment. "Hidden under the sweaters on the top shelf."
Geonwoo nodded enthusiastically, a low chuckle vibrating in his chest. He stood up off the bed, his massive, bare frame fully visible in the dim light as he stretched his long legs and walked over to the closet. Watching his broad back and narrow waist move across the room, Jiahao could only press his face deeper into the pillow, his heart hammering in a mix of anticipation and pure panic.
Geonwoo rumbled through the closet for a few seconds before let out a triumphant laugh. "Found it."
He walked back to the bed, the small plastic bottle looking ridiculously tiny in his massive hand. He dropped his weight back onto the mattress, making the springs groan, and immediately crawled back over Jiahao.
He didn't make Jiahao wait. Geonwoo poured a generous amount of the cool liquid into his palm and rubbed his hands together, the wet, sliding sound filling the quiet room.
"Relax for me, hyung," Geonwoo murmured, his voice dropping to a low, soothing purr.
He reached down, his large hand settling firmly against Jiahao’s inner thigh to push his leg wider apart, while his other hand pressed a slick, lubricated finger against Jiahao’s tight opening.
Jiahao gasped loudly, his body tensing automatically at the cold shock of the lube and the blunt pressure of Geonwoo’s finger. He gripped the headboard behind him, his knuckles turning white. "Fuck, Geonwoo..."
"I know, I know. Just breathe," Geonwoo whispered, leaning down to press his warm lips against the side of Jiahao's neck, breathing heavily against his skin. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed his first finger inside.
The heat inside Jiahao was staggering. Geonwoo let out a low groan at the tight, clenching friction, waiting for Jiahao’s body to adjust. His finger was thick, stretching Jiahao easily, moving in a slow, deep hook that made Jiahao’s hips tilt upward involuntarily.
"You're so tight, fuck," Geonwoo rasped, adding a second finger without pulling the first one out. The increased bulk had Jiahao arching his back, a fractured, needy whine tearing from his throat. Geonwoo scissor-fucked his fingers inside him, widening the opening, his thumb pressing hard against Jiahao’s clit-like bundle of nerves at the front.
Jiahao was losing his mind. The feeling of being stretched open, completely dominated by Geonwoo’s huge hands, was sending him over the edge. "Geonwoo... stop, fuck, it's enough. I want you."
Geonwoo pulled his fingers out with a wet, sharp click that echoed in the dark. He didn't even hesitate. He grabbed the lube bottle, slicked down his own massive, throbbing cock, and then positioned himself right between Jiahao’s wide-spread thighs. He grabbed Jiahao’s waist, his fingers digging into the flesh, and looked down at him with an expression of pure, unadulterated possessiveness.
"Sit up, hyung," Geonwoo commanded, his voice raw. "Straddle me."
Jiahao’s head was spinning from the sheer friction and the sudden command. He let go of the headboard, his muscles trembling as he pushed himself up into a sitting position. Geonwoo shifted back slightly, leaning his weight onto his hands behind him, his long legs framing Jiahao as the older man swung his knees over Geonwoo’s thighs.
Sitting directly over Geonwoo’s lap made the size difference feel completely overwhelming. Jiahao looked down, his eyes wide as he took in the sight of Geonwoo’s massive, slick cock brushing against his inner thigh.
"Come here," Geonwoo muttered, reaching up to grip Jiahao’s waist with both hands, his large fingers practically meeting around the small of Jiahao's back. He pulled Jiahao down, guiding his hips forward until the blunt, hot head of his shaft was pressing directly against Jiahao’s prepared opening.
Jiahao let out a shaky breath, his hands resting heavily on Geonwoo’s broad shoulders for support. He slowly lowered his hips, taking the first inch of Geonwoo's thickness.
"Fuck," Jiahao choked out, his eyes instantly squeezing shut as his body stretched tightly around the massive intrusion. He froze, his muscles clenching hard.
"You're okay. Just take it slow," Geonwoo rasped, his own jaw clenching as he fought for control. The tight, burning heat of Jiahao swallowing him inch by inch was driving him insane, but he kept his hands steady on Jiahao's waist.
Jiahao took a deep, ragged breath and pushed down further, burying Geonwoo completely inside him in one heavy slide. A loud, wrecked gasp tore from his throat, his forehead dropping onto Geonwoo’s shoulder as his body fully filled with the younger man's length.
Geonwoo let out a low, guttural growl, his grip tightening on Jiahao’s hips as he immediately tilted his pelvis upward, driving himself deeper into the tight wrap of Jiahao's core.
"Ah! Fuck, Geonwoo!" Jiahao screamed into the crook of Geonwoo’s neck, his hips jerking as the sudden, deep friction hit his sweet spot dead-on.
"You fit me perfectly," Geonwoo whispered aggressively against his ear, his voice completely broken. He didn't wait for Jiahao to set the pace. His large hands locked onto Jiahao's hips, and he began forcing Jiahao's body up and down his shaft in a brutal, heavy rhythm.
"Ah! Nggh—fuck, Geonwoo!" Jiahao cried out, his voice cracking as Geonwoo drove up into him with a relentless, heavy force. The friction was too intense, hitting his sweet spot over and over until his vision went blurry.
Suddenly, the reality of their living situation crashed into his pleasure-addled brain. Leo and Sanghyeon were just down the hallway. If they woke up to this—
Panic flared through him. Jiahao slammed his own hand over his mouth, biting down on his knuckles to muffle the loud, raw noises ripping from his throat. “Mmmph! Oh—ngh!” his cries turned into desperate, choked whimpers against his skin.
Geonwoo noticed immediately. He let out a dark, low chuckle, his hands never slowing their brutal grip on Jiahao’s hips, lifting and slamming him back down onto his thick shaft.
"Don't hide it, hyung," Geonwoo whispered roughly, his breath hitching as he pumped up into the tight, pulsing heat. "They’re asleep. Let me hear you."
Jiahao shook his head frantically, tears pricking the corners of his eyes from the overwhelming sensation. He kept his hand securely locked over his mouth, his hips jerking helplessly with every deep thrust. “Ngh-ah! Mmmff!” Geonwoo’s eyes went completely wild at the sight. Seeing Jiahao sitting on top of him, completely stretched open and desperately trying to stay quiet while his body trembled from the pleasure, pushed Geonwoo to the absolute brink. But he held himself back, determined to make this last. He gripped Jiahao’s waist even tighter, his large thumbs digging deep into his skin as he picked up the pace, the wet, slapping sound of their bodies colliding echoing loudly in the dim room.
Geonwoo reached up, his massive palm wrapping over Jiahao’s hand and forcing it away from his mouth. He pinned Jiahao's arm down, locking their fingers together while his other hand remained firmly anchored on Jiahao's hip, driving the pace.
"Don't muffle it. Fuck, just let it out," Geonwoo groaned, his head tossing back as his hips slammed up hard, burying himself to the absolute hilt.
"Ah! Ngh—Geonwoo, fuck!" Jiahao finally screamed, completely unable to hold it back anymore. The raw, loud sound echoed in the small room, but he couldn't bring himself to care about the members down the hall anymore. His entire world had narrowed down to the white-hot friction inside him.
He rode the younger man aggressively, his hips moving madly as he tried to chase the friction. Every time he slid down Geonwoo’s massive cock, he let out a broken, high-pitched whine. “Oh god, ah, ngh!” Geonwoo’s jaw was clamped shut, the veins in his neck bulging as he fought the desperate urge to just release inside the tight, clenching heat. He looked up, his dark gaze fixed entirely on Jiahao’s face—on his flushed cheeks, his parted lips, and the way his smaller chest heaved with every ragged breath.
"You're so fucking beautiful like this," Geonwoo choked out, his voice a broken whisper. He shifted his grip, lifting Jiahao slightly higher before plunging up into him with a brutal, heavy speed that had Jiahao’s head snapping back.
"Ngh! Oh, ah—stop, wait!" Jiahao gasped, his fingers digging frantically into Geonwoo’s broad shoulders. He was getting too close, his own slick cock rubbing against Geonwoo’s stomach with every movement, sending violent tremors through his thighs. "I'm gonna—fuck, Geonwoo, I'm close—"
"Not yet, hyung. Stay with me," Geonwoo growled, his teeth baring as he deliberately shifted the angle, hitting that sensitive spot with a deep, grinding pressure that made Jiahao’s entire lower half spasm. They were both completely wired, hovering right on the edge of delirium, but Geonwoo kept pushing, determined to wring every single ounce of pleasure out of Jiahao's smaller, trembling body.
"Ngh—ah! No, please, Geonwoo!" Jiahao sobbed out, his head thrashing against Geonwoo's shoulder as the grinding pressure threatened to fracture his mind completely. His walls were clenching so hard around Geonwoo's thick shaft that the younger man let out a loud, ragged gasp, his entire body going rigid.
"Fuck, hyung... don't do that, don't squeeze me like that," Geonwoo choked out, his voice dropping into a desperate, guttural register.
But Jiahao couldn't help it. Every single nerve ending in his body was on fire. He was completely overwhelmed by the sheer size of the younger man filling him up so entirely, stretching him to the absolute limit. He tried to lift himself up to catch his breath, to get some relief from the relentless friction, but Geonwoo’s hand slammed down onto the small of his back, locking him flush against his pelvis.
"Stay down," Geonwoo commanded, his teeth dragging roughly over Jiahao’s jawline. "Take all of it."
With a sudden, violent surge of energy, Geonwoo flipped their positions. In one smooth, heavy motion, he rolled Jiahao onto his back, never losing the connection between their bodies. Jiahao let out a high, breathy shriek—“Ah! Nggh!”—as the shift in gravity forced Geonwoo even deeper inside him.
Now, Geonwoo was looming over him again, his chest completely blocking out the dim light of the bedroom. He pinned Jiahao’s wrists directly above his head, locking their fingers together and embedding them into the mattress.
With his lower half completely free to move, Geonwoo began to pace himself with a brutal, single-minded focus. He pulled almost all the way out, leaving Jiahao whining and trembling at the cold loss, before plunging back in to the absolute root with a wet, heavy slap.
“Oh god, ah! Ah! Geonwoo!” Jiahao cried out, his voice raw, completely forgetting about the need to be quiet. The friction was dizzying, white-hot, and completely inescapable. He could feel Geonwoo’s thick length stretching him open with every relentless, rhythmic assault, driving him closer and closer to a devastating release.
Jiahao couldn't take it anymore. The sheer friction of Geonwoo’s massive size moving relentlessly inside him, combined with his wrists being locked down above his head, sent his nervous system into absolute overdrive.
"Ngh! Ah—stop, wait, Geonwoo, please!" Jiahao whined, his head thrashing from side to side against the pillow.
He couldn't stop squirming. His hips jerked and twisted instinctively under Geonwoo's heavy weight, trying to escape the overwhelming intensity of the friction, but the movement only caused Geonwoo’s thick shaft to rub against his sweet spot at a completely different, devastating angle. Every single tilt of Jiahao's pelvis made the friction sharper, deeper, and completely unavoidable.
"Mmmph! Oh god, ah!" Jiahao choked out, his chest heaving as a violent wave of overstimulation washed over him. His toes curled tightly, and his thighs trembled against Geonwoo’s broad flanks. His vision was going fuzzy at the edges, completely saturated by the heat of the younger man.
Geonwoo let out a dark, ragged groan, his own chest heaving as he felt the desperate, disorganized friction of Jiahao's body beneath his. The tight walls inside Jiahao were spasming wildly, clamping down on his length in rhythmic, involuntary pulses that nearly snapped Geonwoo's remaining thread of control.
"Hyung, stop moving—fuck, you're squeezing the life out of me," Geonwoo rasped, his jaw clenching so hard the muscles jumped.
Instead of letting him go, Geonwoo shifted his bulk, heavy and unyielding, burying his chest flat against Jiahao's to pin him securely to the mattress. He put an end to the squirming by locking his thighs tightly around Jiahao’s hips, anchoring him completely. He leaned down, his mouth catching Jiahao's soft, breathless whimpers in a deep, wet, uncoordinated kiss, while his lower half began to grind up inside him in short, heavy, merciless strokes that drove them both straight toward the point of no return.
Jiahao’s mind went completely blank under the relentless, crushing weight of Geonwoo’s body. The uncoordinated, wet kiss completely consumed his gasps, turning his loud, raw cries into muffled, desperate groans against Geonwoo’s lips. “Mmmph! Nggh!” He was entirely locked down. He couldn't move his arms, his hips were pinned by Geonwoo’s heavy thighs, and the short, merciless grinds inside him were pushing him past the absolute brink of sanity.
Geonwoo broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged, guttural hitches. His face was flushed, sweat dripping from his jaw onto Jiahao’s chest. His eyes were entirely blown out, dark and completely crazed with desire as he looked down at how thoroughly he had overwhelmed his hyung.
"I'm coming—fuck, let me fill you up, hyung, please," Geonwoo pleaded, his voice dropping into a low, broken register.
Jiahao immediately nodded with half-closed eyes.
With a final, desperate surge, Geonwoo abandoned all remaining restraint. He picked up the speed into a faster pace, his hips slamming against Jiahao’s with heavy, wet slaps.
Jiahao’s eyes went wide, his back arching completely off the mattress as his internal walls clamped down in a vice-like grip. "Geonwoo! Ah—ngh! Ah!"
At the intense clenching, Geonwoo let out a loud, wrecked roar, burying his face in the crook of Jiahao’s neck as he drove himself inside to the absolute root one last time. His entire body went rigid, muscles locking up as a thick, hot release spilled inside Jiahao, filling him completely.
The sheer sensation of Geonwoo knotting him down and releasing pushed Jiahao straight over the edge. Without even being touched, his own cock spontaneously pulsed, ruining himself across his own stomach and Geonwoo’s unyielding abs in heavy, desperate spurts.
“Oh, god... ah...” Jiahao whimpered, his voice fracturing into a soft sob as the intense waves of the climax ripped through his lower half.
They lay there for a long time, the only sound in the room being their heavy, synchronized breathing. Geonwoo remained buried deep inside him, his massive frame collapsed heavily over Jiahao, anchoring him to the bed. Slowly, Geonwoo unbuckled their tangled fingers, instead wrapping his huge arms securely around Jiahao’s waist and pulling him close, cradling his smaller, trembling body like something incredibly precious.
Over the next few days, it felt like a dam had completely burst between them. Jiahao and Geonwoo simply couldn't get enough of each other. The lingering touches and quiet yearning from before transformed into a reckless need. Every single time they found a free pocket of time in their brutal schedule—whether it was a rare hour alone in the dorms or a few quiet minutes before the other members got back—they were pulling each other into Jiahao’s room, locking the door, and fucking like their lives depended on it.
It didn't take long for the people around them to notice a shift. Sanghyeon, in particular, was growing increasingly confused.
"Hyung, why don't you sleep in our room anymore?" Sanghyeon asked one afternoon, throwing a baffled look at Geonwoo as they were packing their bags for an music show pre-recording. "Your bed is literally collecting dust. Did I do something in my sleep?"
Geonwoo didn't even blink. He just tossed out the very first bullshit excuse that popped into his head. "Nah, your snoring has just been on another level lately, Sanghyeon-ah. Plus, Jiahao-hyung has been helping me with something. It's just easier to crash in his room."
Sanghyeon just blinked, entirely unconvinced but too tired to question the logic further.
A few days later, Jiahao woke up to the soft, golden light of the morning filtering through his curtains. Beside him, Geonwoo was still dead to the world, his massive arm thrown heavily over Jiahao's waist, snoring softly. Jiahao carefully slipped out from under the heavy limb, his thighs still a bit sore from the previous night, and pulled on a large hoodie.
Treading quietly, he left his bedroom and padded down the hallway to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.
When he stepped into the main area, he found Sangwon and Leo already sitting at the dining table eating breakfast. Sangwon must have either stayed over in the unit the night before or come down from his own room early to join them.
Hearing footsteps, Leo looked up and immediately stood up from his chair. "Morning. You're just in time," he said, walking over to the counter to grab an extra plate. "Sit down, I'll fix you some food."
"Thanks, Leo," Jiahao murmured, his voice still a little raspy from sleep.
He walked over to the table and took the empty seat right next to Sangwon. The moment Jiahao's butt hit the chair, Sangwon leaned in slightly, a highly amused, knowing smirk playing on his lips.
Before Jiahao could even reach for his water glass, Sangwon spoke in a quiet, deadpan murmur. "So... was the sex great?"
Jiahao’s entire body froze. A violent, scorching wave of heat rushed straight to his face, making his ears burn bright red. The sheer embarrassment was so intense that he couldn't even look Sangwon in the eye. He immediately dropped his gaze, staring intensely down at the grain of the wooden table, his fingers twisting the hem of his hoodie.
He wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole. But knowing Sangwon had already figured it out anyway, Jiahao let out a tiny, defeated sigh. He gave a barely perceptible nod, his chin dipping down as he murmured out a single, breathless confession.
"...Yes."