One piece of clothing after the other landed on the floor, heavy breathing and the rustling of fabric were the only things one could hear. The bed creaked under the sudden weight as Hyunjin positioned himself on the other's lap. With quick movements his dress shirt was unbuttoned and landed on the pile of clothes that was already building up.

"This is so wrong", he spoke, breathless from all the passionate kissing. "Doesn't that make it even more exciting?" There was no answer — only the pressure of his lips against Minho's.

It was wrong, they both knew. There shouldn't be a thing such as a relationship between them. And yet it was impossible to stop.

"Fuck. You don't know how long I've been wanting to touch you", Minho spoke as his hands traveled up the others waist and caressed his soft skin. An aroused moan escaped Hyunjin's lips at the feeling of fingertips touching him all over. All while Minho could no longer stop staring at the other, truly taking in the sight in front of him. He was unable to stop, his eyes showed just how badly he was craving the other.

Once again the male on top leaned down, connecting their lips in a sweet and passionate kiss, which soon turned into more. Minho was no longer hiding his lust, allowing his tongue to slide over his bottom lip, using his thumb to push it down just enough for him to be able to allow his tongue inside. His hands were busy feeling up Hyunjin's body, stopping just at the creak of his ass.

After waiting for so long, he had finally gotten what he wanted so bad. Hyunjin was finally all his, with nobody being able to tear them apart again.

Until a sudden knock interrupted their make-out session. With how shocked they were they couldn't even get up and try to cover up their half-naked bodies. The door creaked as it slowly opened and the light of the hallway revealed the both of them.