the stranger washes his bleeding hand, not realising jeongguk was watching. jeongguk didn't realise that his gaze was suddenly on the stranger's arms, where his veins were even more defined.
jeongguk was now staring at the stranger's face, finally realising how handsome the male was. he stares at the stranger's eyes, which fluttered, the stranger's kissable lips that was plumped.
"let me dry your shirt." the stranger dried his hands with tissues. "i'm really sorry about earlier."
"it's alright." jeongguk was taking off his jacket, buttoning his shirt off after. he tried buttoning it down, but the buttons were somehow stuck.
the stranger steps closer as he looks at jeongguk for approval to help him unbutton his shirt. after jeongguk's nod, the stranger starts unbuttoning the shirt, jeongguk's skin exposed, button after button.
"i still don't know you're name," jeongguk stares at the stranger, as he leans against the counter as the stranger unbuttons his shirt.
"seokjin," he smiles. "and you are?"
"jeongguk."
"since you came," jeongguk stutters. "you know, to the party,"
"uh huh?"
"are we, by any chances, like somehow related?"
"oh, you're mrs. kim's son?" seokjin grins. "my mum and yours are friends,"
"i'm relieved." jeongguk breathes rapidly as his bare chest would just heave up and down.
"w-what?" seokjin chuckles nervously. "what does that mean?"
this man is too perfect. jeongguk thought.
seokjin's smile was soft, jeongguk let his eyes linger for just a fraction longer. sure enough seokjin gazed back, unguarded and calm.
jeongguk let his eyes rise to seokjin's dressed shoulders, broad and inviting.
he felt an urge to do something. an urge to kiss him.
the next thing seokjin knew, jeongguk had slammed his lips to his and nearly knocked all wind from seokjin's lungs.
seokjin hardly had a moment to react before jeongguk pressed his tongue to the seam of seokjin's lips and, at his grant of access, delved inside his mouth.
it was a very sloppy kiss with the strong scent of old wine being exchanged in the intermingling of their billowing breaths.
jeongguk wraps his arm around seokjin's waist the other at the nape of seokjin's, closing all gaps between them.
jeongguk was surprised seokjin didn't pull away, as if this was bound to happen.
"we never met, alright?" seokjin pulls away, breathless.
"also, don't tell anyone."
seokjin chuckles before he drew back into jeongguk's lips. jeongguk could nearly feel the slight burn of the wine as it rolled off his tongue and seeped down his throat with every push of seokjin tongue against his.
jeongguk presses his groin on seokjin's, rolling his hips teasingly.
"fuck," seokjin breathes out, overwhelmed by jeongguk's sudden action. "you've got a room here?"
