Chapter 8: "You’re Mine"

“You’re mine, Jae-ho. Don’t ever forget that,” Arson said, his voice firm with emotion.

 

Jae-ho didn’t seem to take it seriously and responded casually, 

“Yes, I’m yours, and I won’t go anywhere, I promise.”

 

He laughed lightly, completely unaware of how serious Arson had been.

Arson blinked, startled. Did Jae-ho mean it? 

But before he could think too much, Jae-ho stretched and yawned, “Let’s sleep. We’ve got class tomorrow.”

Jae-ho wrapped his arms around Arson from behind, hugging him tightly.

 

"Take off your clothes, it's too hot," 

he mumbled, still half-asleep. Arson's body was cold because of his powers, but he hesitated. Before he could resist, Jae-ho tugged lightly, 

“Come on, I’ll warm you up.”

 

Reluctantly, Arson removed his shirt, and instantly, blue energy softly pulsed from his body. Jae-ho, oblivious, held him tighter, his hands sliding up Arson’s chest. 

His fingers accidentally brushed against Arson’s nipples, making Arson’s heart race uncontrollably. 

He tried to steady his breathing, but Jae-ho’s soft lips grazed his shoulder, leaving light kisses as he slept, which only heightened the tension.

Arson lay awake all night, his mind racing from Jae-ho’s unconscious touches, his body reacting to every movement. 

Jae-ho’s warm breath against his skin, his grip firm around Arson’s waist—it was all too much, yet he couldn't pull away.

Morning finally came, and while Jae-ho woke up refreshed, Arson had barely slept.

 

To be continued...