Dowoon arrived at the practice room earlier than usual, his drumsticks tapping against his palm in a steady rhythm. But as he settled into his seat and set up his drum kit, he found himself feeling restless and distracted.
It was Day6's third week of intense rehearsals, and everything was going smoothly. Well, almost everything. There was one person who had been noticeably absent from their last few practices, and Dowoon couldn't help but feel his absence like a gaping hole in the room.
YoungK.
Just as Dowoon was starting to lose himself in his thoughts, the door to the practice room swung open, revealing the object of his distraction. YoungK walked in, nonchalantly greeting Dowoon and setting up his area across the room.
Dowoon couldn't help but stare as YoungK began his warm-up routine, his body moving with a grace and flexibility that never failed to leave Dowoon in awe. He felt a stirring in his lower half, one that he tried to ignore but found himself unable to.
YoungK noticed Dowoon's intense gaze and raised an eyebrow at him. "Like what you see, perv?" he teased, a playful smirk on his lips.
Dowoon's face immediately turned bright red, and he stuttered out a response. "N-no, I was just...uh...checking to see if you were stretching properly."
YoungK chuckled and decided to have a little fun at Dowoon's expense. He started stretching in front of Dowoon, showcasing his toned physique and making sure to bend and flex in all the right places.
Dowoon couldn't help but watch, his eyes drawn to the way YoungK's muscles moved and shifted beneath his skin. He felt a magnetic pull towards the other man, one that he couldn't resist.
Before he knew what he was doing, Dowoon reached out and accidentally brushed against YoungK's thigh. YoungK feigned shock and scolded Dowoon for touching him inappropriately.
Dowoon was mortified, but he couldn't deny the way his body was responding to the accidental touch. He tried to apologize, but his words came out as a stuttering mess.
YoungK, seeing Dowoon's flustered state, decided to take pity on him. He suggested they take a break and head outside for some fresh air. Dowoon, grateful, agreed and followed YoungK outside.
As they sat on a bench, Dowoon couldn't help but admire YoungK's features - his sharp jawline, his playful smirk, his soft lips. He felt like he was seeing the other man in a new light, one that made his heart race and his palms sweat.
YoungK, noticing Dowoon's intense gaze, asked him what was on his mind. Dowoon, taking a deep breath, confessed his feelings for YoungK.
YoungK was taken aback, but he couldn't deny the flutter he felt in his chest. He had always known there was something special about Dowoon, something that drew him in and made him feel alive.
He looked at Dowoon, his eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and affection. "I...I don't know what to say," he stammered, his playful facade slipping away.
Dowoon, emboldened by his confession, reached out and took YoungK's hand in his own. "You don't have to say anything," he whispered. "I just wanted you to know."
YoungK smiled, a genuine, soft smile that made Dowoon's heart skip a beat. "I'm glad you told me," he said, squeezing Dowoon's hand.
And as they sat there, hand in hand, Dowoon couldn't help but feel like this was the start of something new and exciting. Something that he couldn't wait to explore.
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