KENTIN AU | Compilation of One-shot stories

Brat

The terrace lights cast a soft glow over the room, illuminating Justin's figure as he lounged across the couch, a picture of elegance and irritation. His pale skin practically glowed in the warm light, accentuating the sharpness of his jawline, the delicate slope of his nose, and those almond-shaped eyes that could cut with a glance. He draped himself with a casual arrogance that only heightened his allure, legs crossed, arms folded, one finger tapping in barely concealed annoyance.

Across the room, Ken's shadowed form finally appeared in the doorway. His dark, broad figure was unmistakable, like a storm cloud drifting into Justin's sunlit world. Ken's tan skin and strong frame contrasted sharply against Justin's, making him look every bit the powerful, dangerous enigma he was. His shoulders were massive, arms adorned with intricate tattoos, stories inked into his skin that hinted at a life he couldn't fully understand. His face was calm, unreadable, the set of his jaw strong and composed, but his eyes-dark and intense-told a different story.

"You look tense," Ken remarked, his deep voice laced with a hint of amusement as he took in Justin's expression. He shrugged off his jacket, the muscles in his arms flexing with the movement, and casually draped it over the back of a chair, as though unaware of the way Justin's gaze followed every shift and pull.

Justin tilted his head, giving Ken a look that was equal parts disdain and intrigue. "Maybe if you didn't disappear with your 'business meetings' every five minutes, I'd be more relaxed," he said, his tone a perfect mixture of sarcasm and challenge. His eyes, a sparkling, mischievous brown, seemed to dare Ken to deny it.

Ken's lips twitched into a smirk, a faint glimmer of a response as he stepped further into the room. "Business is business, Justin," he replied smoothly, hands slipping into his pockets as he regarded Justin with a cool stare. "You don't need to know every detail."

"Oh, of course not." Justin's voice was a soft sneer, and he leaned forward, letting a curtain of his dark hair fall over one eye as he looked up at Ken through thick lashes. "It's not like I'd be interested in your dangerous, mysterious life anyway." His words dripped with mock
indifference, but the sharpness in his gaze said otherwise.

Ken paused, a hint of impatience flashing across his usually stoic face. He ran a hand over the tattooed expanse of his forearm, fingers flexing subtly, as if trying to contain himself. His eyes darkened, narrowing slightly as he fixed Justin with a look that could have melted steel.

"Are you picking a fight?" Ken's voice dropped, each word delivered with the weight of a man who had his limits and had no problem enforcing them.
Justin didn't flinch; if anything, he leaned into the tension.

"Maybe," he replied with a sly smirk, tilting his chin up in defiance, his slim frame somehow emanating both fragility and strength. "What if I am?"

Ken's gaze dropped to Justin's lips, lingering there for a second longer than necessary before he met Justin's challenging stare once again. "You like testing my patience," Ken murmured, his tone as sharp as a blade.

"Maybe I just think you're all talk," Justin shot back, crossing his arms, that bratty smirk dancing across his lips. "Can you keep up?"

Ken's eyes flashed with something primal, his jaw tightening as he took a step forward. His hand reached out, and his fingers curled around Justin's chin, tilting his face up to meet his gaze. The warmth of his hand against Justin's skin sent a shiver down his spine, and for a brief moment, the smugness in Justin's eyes flickered, replaced by something raw, vulnerable.

"You don't know what you're asking for," Ken said softly, his voice low and dangerous. There was something in his tone-something possessive, almost territorial-that made Justin's pulse quicken. It was as though he could feel Ken's strength, the power coiled beneath the surface, held back by sheer willpower alone.