Summary
Title: Give Him a Hand
In the dimly lit room, Taeyoung couldn't shake the images of Junghoon from his mind. Night after night, he found himself unable to complete the act, his desires overwhelming him. As they sat across from each other, sharing a drink, Junghoon's voice broke through the haze around Taeyoung.
"Sunbae, what have you been up to these last few nights?" Junghoon's eyes held a knowing glint, a hint of mischief dancing in their depths. And then, the unexpected offer came. "Let me lend you a hand."
Taeyoung's heart pounded in his chest as he watched Junghoon's hand slowly reach out towards him. The air crackled with tension, their gazes locked in a silent exchange of unspoken desires. In that moment, Taeyoung realized that what he had been searching for all this time was right in front of him.
With trembling fingers, he reached out and clasped Junghoon's hand in his own. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through him, awakening something primal and raw. As their hands entwined, Taeyoung felt a flood of emotions surging through him - desire, fear, longing, all swirling together in a heady mix.
In that instant, as their worlds collided and boundaries blurred, Taeyoung knew that nothing would ever be the same again. And as he leaned in, closing the distance between them, he whispered, "Maybe I do need a hand, Junghoon. But not just any hand. Your hand."
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