Choose me once

Outside, the afternoon sky had bruised into a heavy grey before the rain began to fall unannounced. The sudden downpour lashed against the high windows of the building, drowning out the ambient noise of the corridors.

In the chaotic scramble to clear the main room, Minseok had caught Shin’s wrist—his grip not out of malice, but fueled by a desperation that had been building for two long months.

Before Shin could protest, he was pulled into the quiet, dim empty meeting room. Minseok shut the door against the rest of the world, driven by an acute hunger he could no longer suppress, utterly careless of the risks or who might be walking just on the other side of the wall.

He couldn't resist Shin's presence for another second.

"How could I ever look into Tae's eyes directly after this?"

"​What will he think of me if he finds out?"

"​I am disgusting."

​All these fears and insecurities choked him, drowning out the fragile hope he had carried for years. After all this time as friends, would he ever have the right to stand beside Tae, to feel the warmth of his hand, when his body was yielding so completely to another man right outside Tae's door?

"Dont think about him Shin-ah.”

“ It hurts to see that look on your face when you're right here with me."

The vulnerability in Minseok's voice was punctuated by a deep, sudden thrust that made Shin’s spine arch. He let out a ragged, hitching gasp, his lungs struggling to catch a full breath as the intensity of the sensation knocked the air from him.

He didn't fight back; instead, there was a pliable, soft resistance in the way his muscles instinctively wrapped around him—a silent, overwhelmed protest of the body against an intimacy so consuming.

Shin’s fingers curled against the edge of the table, his knuckles turning pale against the dark grain. He fell back into the haze of his own mind, his gaze turning glassy and distant.

Minseok’s breath was hot and erratic against the shell of Shin’s ear, each exhale filled with a needy possessiveness.

In contrast, Shin’s breathing was threadbare and wispy, coming in tiny, rhythmic hitches that synchronized with the high-pitched squeak of the table.

That was the only sound left to fill the suffocating space between their bodies.

The repetitive squeak of the table legs against the floor—a mechanical rhythm that answered the uneven cadence of their lungs—was the only proof of the undeniable crave they held for each other.

Shin remained adrift, his body reacting with instinctive tremors, while his heart remained anchored to a memory he was too terrified to let go.

​"Are you crying because it feels too good, or is it just the guilt of being here with me?”

Minseok murmured, his voice tight with an ache that ran deeper than lust.

His eyes burned with affection, edged by longing and a slight tint of frustration, as he drove deeper, intent on making Shin truly present, wanting to blur the ghost of Tae—his best friend best friend and rival in love—from his thoughts.

"He is an idiot for not noticing how much you care, Shin," Minseok whispered, his forehead resting against Shin's shoulder.

"Look at me Shin-ah. Focus on what we started."

His hips moved against Shin's, each deep movement drawing fresh, overwhelmed tears from Shin's eyes. Sweat dripped from Minseok's chin onto his chest. Looking at him, Shin wondered abstractly how Minseok had chosen to be a photographer instead of a model; after all, Minseok was breathtakingly perfect in so many ways.

"Slow down a little," Shin gasped, gently pushing back against Minseok’s chest, craving air, but Minseok only leaned closer, drinking in the contact.

After all, this was finally Minseok's chance to hold Shin close after two agonizing months of parting, and the relief of it made him lose all his usual restraint.

Minseok’s relentless pace made him look consumed by desire, losing all sense of careful reasoning when it came to Shin.

He wanted to hear Shin sob beneath him, to hear him openly confess to this shared heat.

He wanted to give Shin the world—to completely envelop him and be enveloped in return.

But a quiet voice in his mind whispered that it was never his place to give anything to Shin. Shin was never truly his to keep.

And yet, he yearned for him. Every day, every minute, for a very long time.

"Don't torture yourself with those thoughts right now. Just hide away with me for a moment.”

“Focus on my touch, hmm?”

"I can care for you just as well. I can love you better than he ever could."

"Let me be the one for you."

Minseok’s hands gripped tightly onto Shin’s hip bones, his fingers anchoring him as he guided him away from the table.

He moved Shin toward the exit, pressing his front gently but firmly against the door.

Shin’s palms sprawled flat against the wood, his body pinned between the cool surface and Minseok’s enveloping heat.

With a low murmur of warning, Minseok leaned into him and delivered a heavy, bone-deep thrust.

The sudden depth made Shin’s knees buckle, his body offering a helpless resistance as it tried to stretch and accommodate the familiar weight.

His forehead thudded softly against the door, his breath leaving him in a jagged burst.

A stinging, passionate slap to Shin's buttocks drew a soft moan that he couldn't hold back any longer.

“Stop doing that,... we are at Tae’s office... NgNgghh..."

“It's been so long since we touched... Slow down, a little gentler, please."

There was no verbal response, only the sound of skin meeting skin and the steady rush of rain outside filling the room.

With that, Shin's legs trembled, and tears of sheer sensory overload began to fall. He could barely bear the intensity of these deep thrusts; a profound fullness pierced his insides, making his lower abdomen feel warm and tight. Minseok then held Shin from behind, placing his wide hands over Shin's abdomen, pressing gently where he could feel his deep poke.

Shin clamped his mouth desperately, making sure not to make a single sound.

“Not when Tae could be just down the hall.”

“Not like this.”

"I can't afford to be seen like this," Shin thought frantically as Minseok continued to press into him from behind.

The intense, needy bites at Shin's neck and ear, the rough teasing of his chest, the deep, dizzying thrusts—it made him see stars.

Protesting was futile; Minseok was completely lost in him. Shin couldn't even turn his head to meet Minseok's eyes after the emotional mess they had created in the meeting room.

And here he was now, half-undressed, buried in intense pleasure, anxious about getting caught—an exposure that could deal a devastating blow to his career.

"Now is not the time for these things..."

Yet, Shin gave in. Ultimately, his body was compliant to the desire Minseok woke within him, instinctively responding to every movement, making itself a more welcoming place for Minseok's warmth. While his mind fought the regret, his body completely melted into the affection Minseok was pouring into him.

"Hey, I told you to slow down a little... mmm, I'm going to…

.. " Shin pleaded, his voice breaking.

"Don't rush it... look at how beautifully you're responding to me," Minseok breathed against his neck.

“You’re clenching so perfectly, Shin-ah.”

“You feel so warm, so good inside.”

I'll always take care of you like this."

"Let me get closer," Minseok whispered.

He didn't ease the depth of his movements, his hands never leaving Shin's chest as he kept up the steady, mesmerizing pace.

The friction of Minseok’s thrusts from behind sent a dizzying heat through Shin, making the room tilt.

The intensity peaked when his hand slid forward, slowly and deliberately centering his touch on the most sensitive part of Shin's arousal.

This dual stimulation created an agonizing overload of sensation.

Shin was paralyzed between an explosive pleasure and a cold, sharp anxiety.

He was hyper-aware of the thin walls, terrified that his control would snap and alert anyone outside the room.

"Wait, no, not this.. stop touching it, Minseok, it's too much, please.

Someone will hear us, Minseok, don't... hngh... A little slower..."

"Wait... ah!... stop.., someone will—ngh!—hear..."

Minseok swallowed the rest of Shin's words with a breathless kiss against his shoulder, murmuring, "Just a little slower, nngh..."

"Shh... I've got you. Keep it down," Minseok murmured, pressing his body harder against Shin's back.

"Just a little longer."

"I missed you so much," he whispered, placing a soft, lingering kiss on the nape of Shin's neck, inhaling his scent deeply.

His breath hitched, trembling against the shell of Shin’s ear as his movements grew more desperate.

"I never thought I’d meet you like this, not hidden away in a dark room like a secret," he whispered, his voice thick with an aching vulnerability.

"I wanted to take you out, to have a proper dinner with you at a fancy restaurant, and then take you back to my apartment. I wanted to take my time... to make love to you until morning, to kiss and love you from head to toe until you were completely satisfied."

He leaned his full weight against Shin, pressing him closer to the door as he drove deep from behind.

"I love you, I missed you so much."

The overwhelming declaration, paired with the relentless rhythm of Minseok's hips, left Shin entirely overwhelmed. He gripped the door handle for support, his head shaking weakly as he struggled to cope with the breathless pace.

" Stop"

Shin softly sobbed out, the words catching in his throat as his body shuddered against the consuming warmth of the intrusion.

Minseok's hands gripped Shin's abdomen tighter.

"Stay with me, Shin-ah.

“ It feels like. I’m melting. "

Increasing the pace slightly, each thrust became more urgent, driven by the nearing peak.

Minseok was close.

Shin could tell from the way his breathing turned hot, heavy, and ragged.

The position itself was so straining, making it difficult for Shin to hold his balance against the door.

With a few final thrusts, Minseok bit into Shin's shoulder to anchor himself, and Shin felt a wave of deep warmth filling him inside.

Sweat coated both of their bodies.His cologne, mixed with the heat of their skin, gave off a distinct, intoxicating scent that seemed to coat Shin from head to toe.

Shin shuddered as his own release spattered against the door he was pinned to.

In the quiet after the storm, Minseok’s closeness did something Shin rarely allowed himself to acknowledge—it silenced the exhausting noise in his own head.

Caught between a lingering panic and the slow ache of satisfaction, Shin secretly leaned into the weight of Minseok behind him, anchoring himself to the certainty of being wanted. He couldn't admit it aloud, but in moments like this, when Minseok held him so completely, resistance was an illusion.

As the tension in his muscles finally began to ease, and his breathing slowed—

The knock landed like a stone dropped into still water.

Once.

Then again.

Shin froze.

For a second, the room forgot how to breathe.

The air felt too warm, too loud with a silence.