2am ; jinkook

4.3

4.3
little one's an exhibitionist
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after six lobsters, three glasses of wine, and a dessert to go, seokjin and jeongguk had made it back to the penthouse by the time the sun turned golden and the sky romantic.

a strip a molten glow of honey casted by the sun darted down the sea, making the dark ocean waves ripple with fading light jeongguk swore he could feel resonate in his chest. the temperature was getting cooler outside, but that didn't deter him from the iron wrought balcony and the chaise he lounged himself in.

his skin was beginning to prickle at the nip of the salt stained breeze when seokjin slid the doors further open and placed something on the glass table be brought in front of jeongguk. "the dessert," he said, peeling back the tin lid and setting it aside. in a ceramic dish was the honey flan they ordered to-go and sat beside it were two small spoons.

most of what could he heard between them were the tinkling of silverware clashing against ceramic, the breaking of waves against shore, and seokjin's appreciative hums every other time he took a bite. jeongguk doesn't speak much, but he had a bit on his mind—mostly questions he was more content with thinking than saying out loud just yet; all concerning the man in front of him. so instead, he chose to say: "i had fun today," he took another bite, "a lot of fun."

"i'm glad. i had fun too," seokjin looked up at him, "a lot of fun."

jeongguk smiled around his spoonful. "i should get going soon though. my art theory paper has been taunting me and i'm running out of clothes to wear," when seokjin furrowed his brow, jeongguk elaborated with a single word, "laundry."

it was true. as much as he'd love to stay and revel in the falsified bubble that he and seokjin were the only two in existence, reality checks always came with a price and jeongguk wasn't risking a grade over a good time with his professor. he had smiled to himself, a little mirthful and sardonic. with each time he referred to seokjin as his authority in his head, something akin to guilt swam in his stomach.

he was only taking english for a semester. it was a trial course, if you will. still, regardless that in a few weeks time none of this would really matter, the fact that they were still in those weeks where it did matter made him feel just off of awful.

taehyung already knew of their relationship and luckily he wasn't one to blurt it to the masses, which could essentially get both jeongguk and seokjin in trouble for ethical reasons. but jimin was so close to finding out that one time, and hoseok, though in the dark, wasn't completely clueless when two and two were put together, had jeongguk a bit paranoid. because he liked seokjin so, so much. but the indecisive lull of whether any of this was worth it often lingered in the back of his mind.

he'd been confused over seokjin's own feelings for a while, and this date didn't help all that much. he got a taste of what he wanted, a taste of what it'd be like if seokjin's feelings were as sure as gravity and death and the way jeongguk needs air to survive. but it was only a date and perhaps it was out of courtesy, because jeongguk hadn't been so discreet with his feelings the night before. he was huffy and bratty and mouthy as he rightfully deserves, but—

"you think too much." seokjin said, retrieving jeongguk from his head with the swipe of a thumb between his brows where a frown had deepened his features. "you get so lost in that head of yours, i wonder what would happen if i followed you in." when seokjin smiles like this, his cheeks fill and his lips thin out only slightly. his eyes curve similar to the bend of a rainbow and jeongguk just likes seokjin so, so very much.

jeongguk deeply likes seokjin.

their honey flan was finished, mostly by seokjin who gave a chef's kiss to his fingers when his spoon tinkled against the bottom of the dish. jeongguk thought it was really dorky, but still commented a throaty merci beaucoup when stretching himself back on the plush seating with a satisfied stomach.