Sharing some Jinkook ideas I've been thinking about for a while. Open to plot requests!
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🔸Most impressive ranking
#1 in [cute fights]
#2 in [Lots of love]
#3 in [top Seokjin]
Started: November 5, 2022
Ended: ____...
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"Can you at least tell me where are you taking me?" Seokjin waited for a response as patiently as he could, as it were but the blonde-haired man didn't even spare him a glance and continued to drag him inside what seemed like some deluxe house, designed in dark colors from top to bottom.
After what felt like an eternity of walking through the ornate corridors, Seokjin found himself standing outside a sturdy wooden door. The blonde man knocked and, upon hearing a muffled response, opened it, gesturing for Seokjin to enter. He stepped inside cautiously, his eyes immediately drawn to the figure seated behind an imposing mahogany desk.
"He's here, boss." It all made sense to Seokjin as his gaze settled on the man sitting behind the table, legs parched on the desk, and a pen twirling effortlessly between his long, slender fingers.
He hummed, making a gesture to the blonde to go out of the room, and stood up. "Kim Seokjin, I was waiting for you."
"You flatter me, Jeon." After several seconds of intense staring, a knowing smirk crept onto his face when he noticed Jungkook's tensed back. But Seokjin had to agree; he's masking the pain pretty well. His posture still displaying the confidence a feared and dangerous mafia boss should have.
It was hard for him not to check him out once Jungkook emerged fully from behind that ridiculously large desk in his all black suit.
"You certainly have a big mouth, don't you?" Jungkook commented.
Seokjin shrugged, hands shoved in the pockets of his black, ripped jeans. With a few steps back, he leaned casually against the closed door, a picture of relaxed confidence, "you look extra sexy in black." He murmured.
A flicker of surprise flashed across Jungkook's face before his features settled into a mask of composure once more. His gaze turned piercing as he tried to settle down the weird feeling in his stomach transpiring due to the other man's beholding eyes.
"You realize who you're standing in front of?" He took slow yet firm steps towards Seokjin, becoming more and more fascinated by the valiant boldness of the other.
Hot and daring. What an appealing combination!
"Mhm, in front of a very sexy human being."
"A sexy mafia boss." Jungkook corrected, now standing right in front of Seokjin.
"Who cares about titles when you are hot?" His hands, warm and confident, found their way to Jungkook's waist, once the other was close enough. One hand lightly caressed his side while the other made its way to his back to yank him closer.
The action was so sudden that Jungkook had to stabilize himself by putting his hands on something, which happened to be Seokjin's firm chest.
He really should stop letting his guard down with this man.
