BL ONESHOTS NO.5

¹⁰⁸⁰Joke x Jack

In the bustling heart of Bangkok, a young man named Joke navigated the crowded streets with the ease of a fish in water. His sharp eyes darted between the vibrant neon signs and the throngs of tourists, searching for the next opportunity to make his mark. Joke was a master of deception, a chameleon in the urban jungle, always one step ahead of the game. His heart raced as he slipped into an alleyway, a secret smile playing on his lips, clutching a stolen phone close to his chest like it was a winning lottery ticket.

Jack, on the other hand, was a creature of the shadows. His reputation as a ruthless enforcer had earned him both fear and respect in the city's underbelly. His eyes were cold and calculating, and his fists spoke louder than any words ever could. He prowled the city's backstreets, his footsteps echoing in the stillness like the ticking of a time bomb. A job had brought him here, a job that promised a payday that could change his life forever.

Their worlds collided on a fateful night in a dimly lit bar, where the air was thick with the scent of spilled whiskey and desperation. Joke sat at a corner table, his fingers playing a silent tune on the sticky surface as he waited for his latest mark. Jack stood by the door, scanning the room with the intensity of a predator searching for prey. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the chaos of the city outside seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of them in a bubble of electric tension.

Neither could have predicted the spark that would ignite between them. Joke, with his quick wit and disarming charm, and Jack, with his silent strength and undeniable allure. It was a dance of danger and desire that began with a simple nod and grew into a passion that would set the city alight. As the night deepened, so too did their connection, the whispers of their names becoming a siren's song that drew them closer together in a world where trust was as fleeting as the glow of a neon sign.

"What brings you to my neck of the woods, Jack?" Joke asked, his voice a smooth blend of confidence and curiosity as he leaned back in his chair, studying the man before him.

Jack's reply was measured, his eyes never leaving Joke's. "Just passing through. Business, you know."

Their conversation flowed like the river that carved through the city, meandering through stories of their pasts, of hearts broken and battles won. With each shared secret, the wall between them grew thinner, until it was nothing but a whisper of what it once was. They found themselves laughing, the tension in their shoulders melting away like the ice in their drinks.

As the night grew late, the bar's patrons began to thin out, leaving only the two of them in a cocoon of neon and shadows. Joke leaned in, his hand brushing against Jack's. "You know, I've never seen someone as intense as you."

Jack's gaze softened, his hand closing over Joke's. "And I've never met anyone who could make me forget the world outside," he murmured, his thumb tracing gentle circles on the back of Joke's hand.

Their first kiss was a stolen moment in the alley behind the bar, the neon light flickering above them like a silent promise of a future filled with more moments just like this one. It was a kiss that spoke of yearning, of two souls finding refuge in each other amidst the chaos of their lives.

But the world didn't stop spinning just for them. As the reality of their situation sank in, the weight of their two worlds grew heavier, threatening to crush the delicate bond they had forged. Joke knew that love in the underbelly of Bangkok was as precarious as a house of cards in a hurricane, and yet he couldn't resist the pull of Jack's magnetic gaze.

Their whispers grew hushed, their touches more urgent. They knew that every moment together was borrowed time, and yet they couldn't help but hope for more. For a love that could transcend the boundaries of their dangerous lives.