×Sunghoon's pov×

"They would, if I had one. I don't even have any close friends."

Sunghoon's gaze lingered on the 'yang' symbol etched onto his bracelet, the words Heeseung had just uttered echoing in his mind. A sudden curiosity sparked within him, a desire to understand the depth of Heeseung's words and the subtle melancholy clinging to them.

"Then... Can I have the other half?"

The moment the words left his lips, Heeseung's face illuminated with a vibrant joy that was almost startling. It was as if a switch had been flipped, his previously subdued demeanor replaced with an eager energy.

Without a word, he shot up from his seat, a whirlwind of movement as he practically sprinted back to Jay's room.

Moments later, he returned, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. In his hand, he held a matching bracelet, this one adorned with the 'yin' symbol.

He extended it towards Sunghoon, his smile widening as if he were sharing the most precious of gifts.

Sunghoon's eyes fell upon the bracelet, and the symbol. He lifted his eyes to meet Heeseung's, his brow furrowing in a mixture of confusion and intrigue. Heeseung, sensing his bewilderment, quickly explained.

"I always carry this with me, just in case someone asks about the other half. I, uh, I didn't want to tell people I don't have any close friends. It's easier to say I'm about to give it to my best friend, you know?"

Sunghoon stretched his hand, a slight blush warming his cheeks. Heeseung, with a gentle smile, placed the bracelet on Sunghoon's hand, their fingers brushing for a fleeting moment.

Heeseung's gaze held Sunghoon's, his eyes shimmering with an intensity that sent a shiver down Sunghoon's spine. The depth of emotion in Heeseung's stare, the warmth and love that radiated from him, sparked a whirlwind of butterflies in Sunghoon's stomach. He'd never felt this way about anyone, not even his closest friends.

The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the city as Sunghoon, clad in his crisp new ice skating uniform, stepped out of his house. He was buzzing with anticipation, the thrill of his upcoming practice electrifying him.

"Heeseung hyung, are you ready?"

He called out, a hint of excitement lacing his voice. Heeseung, who had been patiently waiting in the living room, flashed him a bright smile.

"Ready as I'll ever be. Let's go see you conquer that ice."

Sunghoon's car, a sleek black sedan, sped them towards the ice rink. The drive was filled with easy chatter, Heeseung's amiable nature a welcome contrast to Sunghoon's usual quiet demeanor.

Once at the rink, Sunghoon quickly changed into his skates. Heeseung, watching him from the sidelines, couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration.

Sunghoon moved with grace and power, an effortless elegance that radiated from him as he glided onto the ice. Then, the music started, and Sunghoon began to dance.

Heeseung's jaw dropped. He had never seen anyone move like that. It was breathtaking, a symphony of motion and artistry. The way Sunghoon's body moved, the precision of his jumps, the intricate spins - it was enchanting.

Heeseung's eyes followed Sunghoon's every move, captivated. He wasn't necessarily interested in figure skating, not really, but he was utterly immersed in Sunghoon.

For two hours, Sunghoon practiced relentlessly, preparing for the upcoming competition. Heeseung watched, mesmerized, never once looking away.

Sunghoon's focus was unwavering, a fierce determination etched onto his face as he perfected each element of his routine.

Finally, the practice session ended. Sunghoon, slightly out of breath but with a triumphant glint in his eyes, skated towards the side, removing his skates. Heeseung was waiting for him, a warmth radiating from his smile.

"Sunghoon, you were incredible. You looked like you owned the rink. Like... like an ice prince."

A faint blush crept onto Sunghoon's cheeks. As they drove home, the silence between them was comfortable, punctuated by the soft hum of the car engine.

The moment they stepped into the house, before even thinking, before even taking off his uniform and changing into some more comfortable clothes, Sunghoon found himself pulling Heeseung into a tight hug.

It was a spontaneous action, a surprising surge of emotion he couldn't explain. He normally disliked physical touch, yet here he was, clinging to Heeseung as if his life depended on it. Even Sunghoon was shocked by his own actions.

The hug, initially a comforting gesture, morphed into something deeper, something Sunghoon couldn't ignore any longer.

The warmth of Heeseung's body pressed against his, the scent of his cologne, a comforting familiarity, sparked something within him. As they pulled away, Sunghoon felt an overwhelming urge, a dam breaking within him, a sensation he couldn't suppress.

He couldn't hold back anymore.

His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the newfound silence. He cupped Heeseung's face with both hands, his fingers gently tracing the soft lines of his jaw.

Heeseung's eyes widened, a flicker of shock washing over his features. It was a mixture of surprise from the hug and then this sudden, unexpected intimacy.

Heeseung, never one to shy away from affection, reciprocated the gesture, tentatively touching Sunghoon's hands with his own.

His right hand slid downwards, his fingers wrapping around Sunghoon's wrist, his palm settling on the smooth surface of the bracelet.

A soft smile played on his lips as he felt the cool metal against his skin. It was a silent acknowledgment, a silent question and answer.

His hands then moved, finding their way to Sunghoon's waist, pulling him closer, a silent invitation.

Sunghoon's breath hitched in his throat, his heart a frantic bird trapped within his chest. Heeseung's eyes, usually bright and friendly, were now dark and intense, filled with an unspoken longing that resonated deep within Sunghoon's soul. And so Heeseung leaned in.

His lips brushed against Sunghoon's, a feather-light touch that sent shivers down Sunghoon's spine.

It was a tentative exploration, a soft melody of their emotions playing out in the quiet room. Sunghoon's lips parted slightly, a silent invitation for Heeseung to deepen the kiss.

Heeseung responded with a slow, deliberate movement, his lips finding their perfect fit against Sunghoon's. It was a symphony of soft sighs and gentle breaths, a delicate dance of hearts and souls.

Heeseung's lips were warm and soft, a comforting contrast to the frantic beat of Sunghoon's heart.

His tongue gently traced the seam of Sunghoon's lips, a soft plea for entrance. Sunghoon, surrendering to the intoxicating rush of emotions, parted his lips further, welcoming Heeseung's tongue into his mouth.

It was a dance of exploration, a slow and sensual tango of lips and tongues. Heeseung's touch was gentle, yet firm, a reassurance that Sunghoon was safe, cherished.

Heeseung deepened the kiss, his hands tightening slightly on Sunghoon's waist, molding their bodies closer.

Sunghoon's hands tangled in Heeseung's hair, a silent expression of his growing desire. The kiss was a mixture of sweetness and intensity, a silent conversation that spoke volumes.

Heeseung pulled away, a faint smile gracing his lips as he rested his forehead against Sunghoon's.

Their breaths mingled, a haze of emotions hanging in the air between them. Sunghoon's eyes fluttered open, his gaze locked with Heeseung's, a silent understanding passing between them.

The world outside faded away, the only reality being the two of them, lost in the aftermath of a kiss that had finally bridged the gap between them.

The silence that followed was filled with a gentle warmth, a comfortable silence that spoke volumes about the unspoken promises and the future that lay ahead.