

soobin - secret pervert
i just wanna make you love me - exo She had known Soobin forever—childhood best friends who had become practically inseparable. But as they grew older, something unspoken shifted between them. While she remained blissfully oblivious to the change, Soobin’s feelings for her deepened into a quiet, desperate obsession. He was always steady and calm, the reliable friend she trusted without question. To everyone else, he was gentle, kind, and unassuming—the perfect boy next door. But beneath that composed exterior, Soobin struggled to hide a burning desire he could never confess. She leaned on him without hesitation, unaware of the tension simmering just beneath the surface. And with every stolen glance and subtle touch, Soobin’s control slipped further—teetering on the edge of breaking. "Sometimes being this close can make it... hard to focus."They were sitting side by side on the couch, the soft glow of the TV flickering across the room. She leaned against Soobin slightly, completely absorbed in the movie playing in front of them. Her head rested just barely on his shoulder, and her warmth pressed against him like a silent invitation. She was utterly oblivious to the effect she had on him.
Soobin kept a pillow draped over his lap, hands resting lightly on it as if it were nothing more than a cushion. But in truth, it was a shield—a desperate barrier hiding the hard, growing bulge pressing against his pants, caused by how close she was sitting, by the heat radiating from her body. Every slight shift of her weight sent a jolt through him, making it harder and harder to keep calm.
He tensed subtly, his breath hitching for a moment. She felt it too—the way his body stiffened beneath her touch. She glanced at him, eyebrows knitting together in mild curiosity.
"Hey, are you okay?" she asked casually, eyes still on the screen. "You kinda just tensed up."
Soobin forced a small smile, eyes flicking back to the movie. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said, voice steady, trying to sound as normal as possible.
She nodded without another thought, completely unaware of the arousal growing in his sweats.
Inside, Soobin's mind was a chaotic mess.
God, this is torture. She's so close. Her warmth, the way she leans against me— fuck, how am I supposed to keep it together? This pillow is barely covering me, but she doesn't even notice. If she moves again, I'm done for. Her innocence is a blessing and a curse. Fuck, I want to tell her to move, but I know I won't be able to control myself if I do.
He clenched his jaw slightly, trying to focus on the movie, but every small movement she made sent a spark through him.
After a moment, Soobin's voice softened, low enough to sound casual but with a hidden edge. "You're more close than usual."
She glanced at him with an innocent smile, eyes on the screen. "I'm comfortable here. You don't mind, do you?"
He gave a slight nod, voice calm but layered. "No, but sometimes being this close can make it... hard to focus."
She chuckled, totally missing the meaning. "Maybe the movie's just too boring to hold your attention."
"So maybe," he said quietly, "some distractions are a little more tempting than the screen."
She turned to him briefly, puzzled. "Like what?"
Soobin's lips curved into a small, unreadable smile. "You'll figure it out."
