Hell of a line yeah I know it's hella fine
Hell's Kitchen tasting divine
You feel it in your system, you want it more
Different new flavours
Our dish here's so bussin'
The tension between them was evident as they clinked glasses, taking shots.
The distance between them appeared to vanish with every shot. Having eaten little before the fourth, Jisung was nearly fully drunk. Minho's firm grip at his waist helping him not to fall.
With alcohol pumping through his veins, Minho's own inhibitions were starting to weaken. He desired more--more of these various flavors, more of Jisung. Minutes passed as they spoke, their words becoming bolder, their gazes remaining longer.
Then it happened. Their lips met in a soft, exploratory kiss that quickly deepened. Minho placed one hand tightly on Jisung's waist while the other cradled his head, with his fingers running through his hair. The combination of Minho's perfume and the tempting smell of alcohol overloaded Jisung's senses as his hands fell flat against Minho's toned chest.
Minho could not stop devouring Jisung because of how amazing he tasted, the alcohol flavor blending with his own inherent sweetness. There was an undeniable magnetic attraction between them even when they momentarily split apart, gasping for air. Moments afterward, Minho's mouth met Jisung's once more, but with an even greater passion. He bit Jisung's lip which drew a tiny drop of blood.
Minho whispered, his voice heavy, "Fuck, you make me crave you more and more with that delicious smell of yours," against Jisung's lips.
With a gentle whine, Jisung reacted, bringing his body closer to Minho's. The conversation and faint music faded into the background as the room appeared to revolve around them. It was just the two of them in that instant, engaged in the heat of each other.
After eventually separating, both of them panting heavily, Minho grabbed into his pocket. Jisung was so stunned by the kiss that he hardly noticed when Minho took out a tiny necklace with beautiful charm on it. A delicate cat's head, a symbol feared by everyone who knew the name. Lee Know.
Minho carefully wrapped the necklace around Jisung's neck and secured it with his fingerprint. The charm glinted in the gentle light of the kitchen as it rested against Jisung's collarbone.
"What is this?" Intoxicated curiosity slurred Jisung's questioning voice.
"It's just a small gift from me," Minho smirked in response.
"What are you doing?" With Jisung reaching for the jewelry, Minho asked. "I'm just trying to take it off so I can have a closer look" He struggled with the clasp, his fingers fumbling uselessly.
Jisung whined, "Help me, Minho," his helplessness growing due to alcohol.
Minho took a step forward, his eyes dark with intent. "This necklace signifies that you are mine, bound to me by its weight. As long as it adorns your neck, no one shall dare to touch you or even meet your gaze. Its presence is a shield, marking you as untouchable, forever under my protection." His voice was dangerously low, barely audible above the background music.
"So why can't I take it off?" With a hint of annoyance in his voice, Jisung questioned.
"Oh darling, only I and no one else can remove it. See?" Minho used his fingerprint to unlock the necklace, but he quickly locked it back. "Nobody will have you, other than me"
Jisung's discomfort developed into intense fear. His heart thumping, he wrenched himself free from Minho's grasp and dashed out the door. He hurried through the packed rooms, hardly registering the worried looks directed at him. Breathing in sharp gasps, he rushed outside and felt the cold night air strike his face.
Minho watched with a smug smile on his lips as Jisung left. He was certain that Jisung would not suffer any harm. Whether Jisung desired it or not, the necklace marked him as Minho's, and in Minho's world, that meant protection. Minho was happy with the unexpected turn the night had taken. He was determined to win, and the game had barely started.
His footsteps echoed across the empty streets as he ran the entire distance home. Though the night was enjoyable, he shivered as Minho's possessive words echoed in his ears. His thoughts racing, he shut the door behind him and slumped to the floor when he had finally made it to the warmth of his apartment
As he kicked off his shoes, the entryway's low lighting welcomed him with gentle shadows on the walls. With his thoughts racing and his throat dry, he made his way straight to the kitchen. A momentary but welcome relief came from the cold water from the tap; he drank eagerly feeling the cool liquid settle him.
Jisung felt a wave of tiredness pass as the adrenaline began to fade after setting the empty glass down on the counter.
He walked to the bathroom, the cramped, well-known room providing some kind of comfort. The shower was short but thorough, the warm water removing all traces of the night- The sweat, the smell of alcohol, and the strange yet gentle touch, which he already misses, of Minho's hands.
After a while, Jisung came out feeling a little better after being wrapped in a soft towel. With his wet skin being brushed by the chilly air, he padded to his bedroom. The look of the bed was pleasing and the covers inviting. He threw on an oversized shirt and some underwear swiftly. With a worn-out groan, he crawled under the sheets and sank into the mattress.
His mind refuses to shut as he laid there. His hand instinctively reached for the necklace that was still around his neck. Jisung found himself carelessly fiddling with the small, cool-to-the-touch charm, rolling it between his fingers.
The weight of the night dragging down on him, he whispered to himself, "What am I going to do now?" Moment by moment, the necklace grew heavier, a continual reminder of that unsettling experience in the kitchen. His own hesitation and confusion blended with Minho's remarks as they replayed in his mind.
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