After fans started making edits, Dohoon pulled back.

He stopped standing so close.

Stopped fixing Hanjin's jacket.

Stopped brushing their hands together.

Hanjin felt it instantly.

"You're avoiding me," Hanjin said one night in the dorm kitchen.

"I'm not."

"You are."

Dohoon looked at him, jaw tight.

"Because if I don't, I won't stop."

That shut Hanjin up.

But not in the way Dohoon expected.

They argued.

Quietly. Intensely.

"Why are you scared?" Hanjin asked.

"Because this changes everything."

Hanjin stepped closer.

"Maybe it's supposed to."

Dohoon's hand moved to Hanjin's waist without thinking.

Hanjin's breath hitched.

Their foreheads touched.

Their noses brushed.

And just as their lips were about to meet—

Voices from the hallway.

They jumped apart instantly.

But the almost... lingered.