DEAD END『ULTRMRi』

『 three 』

_the next day, 11:57pm_

"Fight me, Luciel."

Seven looked up from his phone and replied, "Bite me, Mr. Han." 

"Oh?" Jumin seemed to purr slightly. "I would, but you'd be turned on..."

Seven blushed slightly, but he turned away. "Hmph."

Jumin smirked softly and plopped down on a chair, resting his elbow on one of the armrests with his hand on his chin, staring at Seven's backside. Seven walked behind a counter and and looked around the cabinets for a glass. He sneezed and sighed, exasperated. 

The dark-eyed man watched him, chuckling softly. He sighed and shook his head, spinning around in the chair to face the desk. 

Seven clinked the bottles in the fridge and then pulled out another bottle of wine. "Want some...?"

Jumin spun around in the chair and stood up, walking over to Seven. "Of course."

Seven grinned and popped the cork on the bottle. He smiled and proceeded to chug the entire thing. His cheeks were almost as red as his hair when he finished, and he set down the bottle with a clink. He hiccuped. "T-Too bad."

Frowning, Jumin pushed Seven against the counter. A scowl reached his mouth, but it didn't reach his eyes. "That was rude of you."

Smiling coyly, Seven leaned back. "Ah," he hiccuped. "The t-tables have turned..." He hiccuped again. "Wh-Why don't you—" another hiccup, "—punish me..." He hiccuped once more. "Or why d-don't you bite me."

Chuckling softly, Jumin roughly grabbed Seven's ass, leaning in to kiss the other. His lips indeed connected with Seven's, and he bit Seven's bottom lip, tugging at it. Seven threaded his hand through his own hair as he felt himself getting pushed against the counter. His cheeks burned as he laughed softly against Jumin's lips. 

The taller man pulled away, smirking softly. He chuckled and walked over to his chair, sitting down again. He stared at Seven expectantly. The redhead turned anyway, picking up the empty wine bottle, wobbling slightly as he walked towards the sink to wash it. He felt dizzy and put one hand on the counter to stabilize himself, turning on the faucet. Seven cupped water in his hand and splashed it on his face, slicking back his hair. 

Jumin didn't move from the chair, instead his smirk widened. He seemed to be waiting for something. He turned around in the chair, facing the desk again, and pulled out his phone, checking his messages. 

Sighing, Seven splashed more water on his cheeks. Why the hell did he drink that entire bottle of wine? He ambled to the counter and leaned over it, trying to cool himself down. He opened his mouth and let his tongue roll out.

Jumin got up and walked over to Seven. He hugged him, tilting his head to the side in slight confusion. "Love, are you alright?"

Seven shrugged, still half laying on the counter. "Just hot." 

Jumin softly pressed the back of his hand to Seven's forehead, his eyebrows furrowing. He hugged the shorter man again, softly kissing his neck.

"Just the wine," Seven laughed, "I guess."

"Too much is bad for you... idiot." Jumin stated with a slightly cold tone to his voice.