A silence sews in as Jungwon rubs the ointment over Jay's lip. He's too conscious of his heartbeat given the quietness, it's erratic, unbridled. Jay meets his eyes, and his gaze flickers down to Jungwon's lips for a split second. The room was too silent. "Are we going to keep ignoring this?" Jay's voice is velvety and honeyed. "Ignoring what?" Jungwon asks in a restrained breath. "Ignoring this, you, me." (Or, Jungwon hates boxers and the sport they play, but an encounter with Jay, handsome, strong, or whatever, slightly changes that. He doesn't plan to see him again, but maybe fate does.)