You Were My Love

Scene 107 - Bribe

Warning! Low-key smut ahead...

If it makes you uncomfortable, you might want to skip some lines...

Long chapter! I worked hard on this, I hope you'll like it!

I hope you're all getting rainbow for each rainy day of your life...

sending love!

take care

Laety_KC

                   

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"I suppose you get it now..."

The dancer's eyes darted up to where the deep, calm voice he loved had come from.

The hand that previously touched his gorgeous lips now lay still and relaxed on the arm rest.

"Get it?" Jimin echoed with a cute puzzled expression.

"The reason why you need to quit dancing..." his prince bluntly explained.

And for just a fraction of a second, Jimin thought he had heard wrong...

... Thought this was all a (bad) joke – until he saw the stone cold flame of hard will in Hae Wong's resolute eyes...

"You ... You can't be serious?" Jimin stared unblinkingly, nearly at a loss for words, frozen in his moves.

"That brawl wasn't serious enough for you?" the politician commented with a harsher tone.

Even though his head just slightly turned to the side, his eyes never left the younger male.

"I know they meant no harm..." the dancer replied softly but with conviction.

A small flame started to shine in his unwavering eyes.

"They never intended on hurting me, they just got carried away..." he firmly asserted with some sort of fondness in his voice.

Hae Wong's head snapped back towards Jimin, surprising the latter who froze again.

In one swift move that startled the dancer, the tall blonde was on his feet.

His eyes were now squinting at Jimin in an imposing look.

Fists clenched, whole body tense, as though refraining from rushing to him.

"So you still don't get it..."

Hae Wong's voice was still calm and hardly above a whisper, but there was something in the way it got even deeper than usual that started to unsettle Jimin.

His eyes were getting darker every second and it impacted the dancer more than he was willing to acknowledge.

Why did Jimin feel so powerless and tiny when his man began to very slowly take those majestic steps towards him?

As if acting on instinct, the smaller one started to shrink on himself.

Hae Wong was becoming more impressive with every moment as he got closer.

Soon he was towering over an awe-stricken Jimin.

"You..." the taller one growled low, "... will..." taking slow but overpowering strides towards the helpless angel, "... quit..." shoving every single word at Jimin, "... dancing."

All the time the blonde had nearly low-snarled his sentence, despite his growing stress level and his man's striking attitude, Jimin had stood his ground and had not budged.