" 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪."
"𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙩, 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙮."
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in which footballer jeon jeongguk despises korea's it-boy, park jimin's guts.
how come when he turns up on his doorstep, begging to hideout in...
sorry for the late update :( i really just wasn't happy with this chapter every time i sat down to write it so a lot of this is formed off of me scrapping the entire thing and redoing it about 10 times xxx
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"Nervous?"
Jeongguk simply grinned in response to the question, hands braced out behind him atop the plush mattress of his bed. He leaned back leisurely, head tilted to the side as his eyes darkened on the sight just ahead of him.
He reached an inked arm out, tattooed hand caressing the other's cheek tenderly with his knuckles.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" he challenged, his sweatpant-clad legs parting ever-so slightly, an open invitation.
The raven haired boy in front of him accepted it easily, using his own hands to part them further as he settled in-between them comfortably. "Mm, don't get ahead of yourself," he hummed. His honey eyes trapped him in place, travelling up and down the expanse of his body as if he were committing each and every detail to memory.
So close, yet so far, thought Jeongguk, trailing his hand from the singer's cheek down to his hip, pulling it flush against his own. The smaller fell into his lap with a hitched breath, fitting into him like he were a missing puzzle piece, and the footballer found himself wondering why he had resisted this for so long.
"Baby," he breathed, delighting in the pink blush that dusted the older's cheekbones at the pet name. "You're beautiful," he continued, hands wandering as if they had minds of their own, sliding up and under the loose fabric of Jimin's shirt- well, his own shirt- and feeling taut planes of muscle. He never once dared to look away from those golden marbles though, the captivating orbs gazing right back into his dark chocolate ones. It was as if he was under a spell, and it was one he was never willing to leave.
The starboy pressed himself closer, arching into the touch and breaking the eye contact as his head fell to the crook of Jeongguk's neck, warm breath causing the hairs there to rise. "Koo," he sighed, bringing a hand up to thread through the hairs at his nape.
"Mm.." said male responded, the hand snaking around his waist to settle on the small of his back, right above the curve of his ass.
"Koo," he murmured again, saccharine voice flooding his senses.
"Mhm?"
"Jeongguk!"
The enticing warmth was stripped entirely from him within a moment. He groaned, arms reaching out, as if it would bring back the beautiful, pliant boy who had made a home in his lap, but to no avail.
Instead, a blinding sliver of sunlight greeted him as he blinked his eyes open, making him wince in attempt to protect his irises.
"The fuck?" he croaked, suddenly feeling way too exposed for comfort as his dilated pupils started to contract, letting the light in easier.
