(Y/N) POV:
"I wondered if it'd take me all night to get your name."
"If it'd take you all night then maybe you're already behind Seokjin."
His eyes intensify, the look in them turns heady and dark, eyes tracing the curve of my mouth when my own aches to feel his crush to mine, to tug him closer, to know whether that seemingly unflappable patience and toying translates into so much more. Whether that control extends deeper, further...
"If it takes me all night then it means I got plenty to give."
"I dunno... you don't seem too impressive."
"What do you find impressive (Y/N)?"
"You're incredibly fit. I like a guy with a broad build."
"Like the one you were dancing with?" curiosity, not a trace of jealousy or the sense that anything about Jungkook makes him feel threatened or on edge. Unphased.
"Sizing up your competition?" a grin tugs at my lips.
"Not really. If he was competition I figured you're the type of girl to not have bothered to have wasted time talking to me. If he was competition then he'd be here muscling in." Seokjin points out, voice unwaveringly calm. Unflappable. Almost... almost irritatingly so. Or maybe... maybe I want to see him lose composure, maybe I want to be the reason he loses composure. Maybe I want to see the shift from this to what he could be when he's losing control.
He doesn't miss the way my lips curl up, mind flashing with a mental image that sends a visceral jolt of heat to burn through my veins. Heat sizzling under skin, a hot flash that makes my limbs feel molten before I grapple back the restraint.
"I don't know whether you're astute. Or just confident."
"Can't it be a bit of both?"
"I suppose... I suppose it can Seokjin. What else are you confident about?"
"Apart from this?" gesturing to himself with a lazy grin, something about it provokes a flash of amusement as I look at him.
"Apart from being cocky about how you look."
"I'm confident that you're at least as much attracted to me as I am to you."
My brows rise.
It should be disconcerting how much hold he's able to have, eyes dragging mine back to his, gaze flitting over him multiple times. It should be disconcerting that without lifting a finger he knows the pull he has on me.
But in turn he offers knowledge of that same pull, that same yank of attraction being reciprocated.
It invites me a step nearer, it emboldens some part of me that for a while I've shut off.
"Are you confident about the way you can hold your alcohol down Seokjin? Cos I'd hate to invite you back and have you struggle-" the words unspoken, letting the desire sit so readily on the tip of my tongue.
His eyes, intense and fixated, flash as they turn darker, glimmer with the rise of challenge, with the offer, with the prospect of letting actions play out in the same way we've let our words.
Not so much as a push and pull game as it is a constant pull-pull-pull towards him.
"Already eager to get me out of here?"
"Something about you doesn't strike me as a party guy."
"No?"
"No... something about you tells me you like your time private. That's all I was offering wasn't it?"
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On Thin Ice
FanficYou should always test the ice before you go to stand on it. You should test the limits and strengths of the ice before you entrust yourself to it. You should trust the slippery solidness of the ice before you become one with it.
