2am ; jinkook

2.9

2.9
limerence
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it was somewhere after two in the morning and jeongguk was sat cross legged on the hard floor of seokjin's balcony with his sketchbook perched on his thigh.

the night wind carried the salty sea scent and tangled the fresh aroma in his messy hair, as he'd awoken from his sleep not too long ago. originally, he was back in his apartment touching the outer edge of the city.

he'd been snuggled in his sleek lavender sheets and cozy white duvet, his eyes drooping into an almost slumber. that was when his phone pinged, the screen lighting with a message and washing his dakr room in artifical lighting.

at first he groaned in complaint. the back of his lids stinging with the urge to close completely and sleep until early morning, but he breathed in a deep inhalation, willing himself to at least make sure the message wasn't of importance.

he'd rolled onto his stomach, nearly falling off the edge of his queen-sized mattress, and reached for his phone that laid on his bedside table. he squinted against the harsh light, quickly lowering the brightness so he wouldn't blind himself.

my bed is so lonely without
you, babyboy )':
sent: 02:00

there was no time wasted in the time between stumbling out of his bed and grabbing his belongings and catching a taxi to seokjin's towering condominium.

after checking in at the concierge, jeongguk caught sight of jaehyun who greeted him and escorted him to the elevator. the two made small talk, concluding they'd never grow tired of the view from beyond the glass lift.

jeongguk could tell the employee was curious; constantly taking glances at him from his peripheral as jeongguk stared at the distancing ocean. though jaehyun never asked, jeongguk already had an inkling to what had been on his mind.

"you keep looking at me," he voiced without accusation, rather a tone of thoughtful inquiry, "you'd like to know why i'm only around when it's two in the morning, right?" still, jeongguk hadn't looked away from the sight before him. "it isn't my place to ask, sir." jaehyun never denied as such, though.

their small talk cut off there when the ascent reached it's destination. the doors opened with a melodic chime and they bid each other farewell, jaehyun sneakily adding an 'enjoy yourself mr. jeon.', as well.

seokjin welcomed the younger male into his home with a feverish kiss to the lips and traveling hands caressing the soft skin of jeongguk's built arms. "the prettiest boy," the professor said in between littering other places of jeongguk's face with feathery kisses, "and his pretty muscles."

laughing, jeongguk had to detach himself from the older man's hold.

he slipped his arms from their entrapment of seokjin's, but the man had pulled him back in with setting firm hand on his waist. "how can muscles possibly be pretty?" jeongguk cupped seokjin's cheeks between his palms, holding the other as if he were a bubble of water.

"do you wish for me to show you?" a cheeky smile appeared on seokjin's face.

jeongguk liked this. he liked being held in the entryway of seokjin's home. he liked the way the minimal lighting made seokjin's soft features more prominent. he liked how the man who shouldn't look at him the way he did, do just that—look at him the way he did.

"you know," jeongguk started off softly, "I really like when you call me pretty."

like the first time they met, jeongguk slipped into another personality.

the hands that once caressed seokjin's face traveled down to the crook of his neck, wrapping his arms around his shoulders nd latching his hands together. he looked up at the older through the wisps of his fringe and the curls of his lashes, pulling his lips into a coquettish smile.

and though the two never used formalities, jeongguk's words formed around the pout of his lips, "do you really think i'm pretty, hyung?"

needless to say, the two had wound up underneath seokjin's ivory jacquard, chinoiserie-inspired botanical duvet.

seokjin, who was exhausted from a days worth of lecturing, had fallen asleep soundlessly, his breath fanning the side of jeongguk's face. the student couldn't sleep though.

even in the cool temperature of seokjin's clean room, he laid on his back wide awake, and far from exhaustion.

he'd sneakily lifted the egyptian cotton, and slipped from off the santeen sheets, feeling as if he'd suffocate under the five-hundred thread count that engulfed him.

he'd ended up in his current position of sitting against the sliding glass door of the balcony, his legs extended in the direction of the ocean. the pencil that he flipped between the slits of his fingers cutting through the air in a frequency he couldn't hear; not when the sea crashed along the shore in it's own lullaby.

jeongguk had stopped mid-drawing, his focus trained on the crack in the floor beside him. his thoughts were of seokjin, as per usual.

he was stuck up thinking about the last time he was behind the older, the two of them staring at their reflection in the mirror.

jeongguk could see everything; looking at me like you love me. he smiled sardonically, his finger moving on it's own to trace the blemish in the foundation of the grecian marble tile.

I know you don't love me, jeongguk's eyes began to grow heavy, but I don't care as long as I come first and you come on time.

but all he ever says is come and see me. jeongguk may or may not be feeling grumpy and bitter, the cool night air hitting his bare chest in pricking whips.

"for once," the boy's voice was heavy with sleep and his words slurred around his tongue, "come and see me, seokjin. you never come to me." he sounded selfish, he knew it too, but his thoughts didn't cease.

the two were stuck in time, jeongguk knew. seokjin would only want jeongguk so long as continues to abide his every wish, and jeongguk would do so again and again—but maybe that was the sleep talking.

maybe seokjin was just as affected by jeongguk as the latter was to him, maybe it wasn't a one-sided situation of dependency.

jeongguk wasn't in love with his professor, and his professor wasn't in love with him. there was no denying the attraction the pitiful student felt, he was well aware of it's booming presence.

he only wanted to know if seokjin's attraction went further than jeongguk just being pretty.

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word of the day: limerence
(n)
definition: the state of being infatuated with another person