Don't Blame Me || Jeongcheol

Chapter 7

[Warning mild smut]

Seungcheol's jaw tightened as he felt Jeonghan's touch and heard his words. He should have been more surprised that Jeonghan was even complimenting him like this, but somehow he wasn't. The thief was always unpredictable, and it seemed that he was now in a strangely playful mood.

"Keep your goddamn hands to yourself." he growled lowly, trying to ignore the way Jeonghan's touch was making his skin tingle.

Jeonghan just chuckled, seemingly amused by his reaction. "Oh, come on." he said, his voice still sultry and suggestive. "You know you don't want me to stop."

Seungcheol gritted his teeth, his hands clenching into fists. "You're drunk." he said, his voice firm and steady. "You don't know what you're saying."

Jeonghan just smirked, his finger still tracing along SCoups arm. "Oh, I know exactly what I'm saying." he said, almost purring. "I know exactly how I affect you, Scoups. I can see it in your eyes, in the way you react to my touch."

"Shut up." he said, his voice coming out low and dangerous. "You think you know everything, don't you? You think you have some kind of power over me just because you can play these mind games."

Jeonghan smirked his voice low. "Well don't you want the diamond from me."

Seungcheol's eyes widened in surprise at Jeonghan's unexpected offer. "What?" he said, his voice wary. "Why the hell are you offering me the diamond all of a sudden?"

Jeonghan just smirked, still tracing his finger along his arm. "I have my reasons." he said cryptically. "But let's just say I'm in a good mood and feeling generous today."

Seungcheol narrowed his eyes, doubting Jeonghan's motives. "I don't trust you." he grumbled. "You're probably just trying to pull some trick on me again."

"Come on, Scoups." Jeonghan said, his voice dripping with mock sweetness. "Don't you think I'm being sincere for once?" He leaned in a little closer, his breath ghosting against his ear. "Don't you think I want to make you happy?"

Seungcheol's body instinctively shivered at Jeonghan's proximity and his words, even as he tried his best to resist the thief's charms. "Don't play me for a fool." he said, his voice strained. "I know you're just trying to mess with my head again."

Seungcheol's eyes widened in shock as Jeonghan suddenly straddled his lap, the thief's legs on either side of his hips. He felt a rush of heat and desire as Jeonghan's weight pressed against him, and he instinctively grabbed the thief's waist to steady him.

"What the hell are you doing?" Seungcheol grumbled, his voice coming out rougher than he intended. He felt his body respond to Jeonghan's closeness, his heart rate quickening and his breath coming out in uneven puffs.

Jeonghan just chuckled, clearly enjoying the reaction he was getting from the gang leader. "What, can't handle having me on your lap?" he teased, his voice still sultry and suggestive. He shifted his hips, grinding down against him and his grip on his waist tightened.

"Watch yourself." Seungcheol warned, his voice low and gravelly. He could feel Jeonghan's body pressing against his, and it was taking every ounce of his self-control not to just grab the thief and press him down onto the table and take him right there.

Jeonghan just smirked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Or what, you gonna punish me?" he teased, his hips moving again against him in a slow, lazy grind. "Are you gonna show me who's boss, S Coups?"

Something in Seungcheol snapped at Jeonghan's words and actions. He couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed Jeonghan's hips and pulled him down onto his lap, hard. Jeonghan let out a gasp of surprise, his arms instinctively wrapping around Seungcheol's neck for support.