Highness (Jeongcheol)

Jeonghan

A bell rang as Jeonghan led Seungcheol through the door of his favorite diner.

At some point during the drive over, the bigger man had grabbed Jeonghan's hand, seemingly without noticing, and now he was still clinging to it like some sort of lifeline, his usual cocky swagger completely gone. The rare sign of vulnerability was doing very strange things to Jeonghan's heart.

A large blonde woman with Sheryl on her name tag led them both to a corner booth. Excellent. It was an incontrovertible fact that booths were infinitely better than regular old tables and chairs.

Rudy's was a breakfast spot Joshua had introduced Jeonghan to, on one of the few occasions he and Jeonghan had been on their own together. Jeonghan was fond enough of his friend Seokmin's adorable mate, but he wouldn't say he and Joshua had a lot in common, necessarily. Joshua was sweet, compassionate, caring. And Jeonghan was...Jeonghan.

One thing they did share, however, was love for a good greasy spoon.

Jeonghan reluctantly let go of Seungcheol's hand as they sat in the booth. It was so rare the human allowed any physical contact between them. Jeonghan was tempted to try to pull Seungcheol over to sit on his side instead. But that would probably be pushing his luck.

Jeonghan ordered coffee for himself and Seungcheol and ignored the menu in front of him. He had it memorized at this point.

Technically, Jeonghan didn't need human food at all to survive, but he liked the taste of it anyway. The ritual of it too. No one realized how important the act of eating was to human society until they were no longer a part of it. And as long as Jeonghan had his regular diet of human blood, his inner vamp didn't care what else he put in his body.

Sheryl placed their coffees in front of them moments later, and Jeonghan eyed Seungcheol critically while the other man ordered his breakfast. The human was still looking dazed, his golden-brown eyes glassy. Not surprising after the full-blown panic attack he'd had in the car.

Jeonghan should have read the human better.

He'd realized Seungcheol was tense back at the hospital, acting more irritable and nervous than usual. But Jeonghan had just thought Seungcheol was annoyed at him for showing up without warning instead of waiting for him outside.

The human could be a stick in the mud like that.

Jeonghan supposed he could have waited outside. But he hadn't been able to resist the idea of seeing Seungcheol in his natural habitat. There was something about the man that made Jeonghan want to study him, like an insect under a microscope. Was Seungcheol a blustery douchebag in his official doctor capacity? Or was he secretly tenderhearted, holding patients' hands and convincing them all was right with the world?

Plus, Jeonghan had wanted the full white-coat visual, but Seungcheol had disappointed him in that matter. The man wore scrubs but no coat.

The human really lacked a proper sense of drama.

But then he'd more than made up for it by disrobing right in front of Jeonghan in the locker room. A fact that Jeonghan was regretting a little now. After the emotional moment in the car, he didn't feel quite right about his lingering arousal. But he'd never been very good at denying himself anything he wanted, and given the opportunity to watch Seungcheol take his clothes off, he hadn't been able to resist the temptation.

And Christ, that man had a scrumptious body. Tanned and well muscled, with a lean edge to him from all those long runs he went on. Jeonghan had had no shame in ogling that shirtless chest.

"How did you know what to do back there?" Seungcheol's hesitant question broke through Jeonghan's thoughts. Probably for the best, he reflected, shifting in his seat and fighting the urge to adjust his hardening cock. It really had been too long since he'd had a man.