Heeseung didn’t fall in love all at once. At first, it was something quiet. And then it became everything.

Two years of notes left in Jake’s school locker, written in neat handwriting. Two years of flowers. Two years of hope that would have broken anyone else. But not him.

Because it was Jake.

And when Jake finally said, quietly, a little shy “Let’s try…” Heeseung just froze. He didn’t believe it at first. He asked again. And then he smiled so much his cheeks hurt.

Now they were at Jake’s house.

Outside, it was slowly getting dark. A desk lamp glowed in the room, its warm yellow light falling across a physics notebook.

Jake was focused, writing something down, frowning from time to time, erasing, writing again.

“I promised,” he said without looking up. “I’ll finish, and then we’ll watch a movie.”

Heeseung sat beside him. One minute. Two. Five. He really tried — he did. But it was impossible to be this close and not touch him.

He let out a heavy sigh, like he’d made an important decision, then moved closer, wrapped his arms around Jake’s waist, and… simply pulled him onto his lap.

“Heeseung!” Jake nearly dropped his pen.

“Do your homework,” he said seriously, resting his chin on Jake’s shoulder. “I’m not bothering you.”

Jake’s back was now pressed against his chest, Heeseung’s arms closed around him in a warm circle. He nuzzled lightly into his neck, leaving soft, unhurried kisses.

Jake tried to look at the notebook again. Then exhaled. “How am I supposed to do it when you’re holding me like this?”

Heeseung thought for a moment, as if the question was difficult. “Motivation,” he finally replied. “If you finish faster, I’ll let you go.”

“You’re lying.”

“Of course,” Heeseung agreed calmly, hugging him tighter. “But you’ll still try to finish faster, so it works.”

Jake snorted, but a moment later relaxed in his arms, no longer resisting. “You’re impossible.”

“I waited two years for you. I’ve earned this.”