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The place was small. Warm lights, quiet chatter of people, laughing of kids and the soft hum of a freezer behind the counter.
Nothing like Jeongguk’s world.
And maybe that’s why he agreed to this.
Late night ice-cream.
Jeongukk had just entered his penthouse, from 'work'. When Jimin had texted him. At 9:47 PM Telling how he was craving ice-cream.
In the next minute, Jeongukk was back out again. Rest long forgotten. Driving himself all the way to Jimin's apartment to pick him up.
Right now, who was already halfway through his ice cream, sitting across from him, completely unbothered. Completely himself.
“You’re not even eating yours.” Jimin pointed out, narrowing his eyes slightly.
Jeongukk leaned back, folding his hand in front of him. Watching Jimin instead. “I am.”
“You’re staring at me.”
“I can do both.”
Jimin huffed, but there was a smile tugging at his lips. “Creep.”
“Eat.” Jeongukk replied calmly.
Jimin rolled his eyes, pulling Jeongukk's cup towards him. Then taking a bite. Too big, as always. And it left a faint smear near the corner of his mouth.
Jeongukk noticed it immediately.
His gaze dropped on Jimin's lips.
Staying there.
Jimin kept talking, completely unaware. Telling something about flavors. How Jeongukk picked the most boring out of all. Vanilla.
“And honestly, yours looks sad compared to...what?”
He stopped.
Because Jeongukk was looking at him differently. Quieter as always but, more focused.
“There’s something.” Jeongukk said.
Jimin frowned slightly. “What?”
Jeongukk didn’t answer. He just leaned forward slowly. Which made Jimin's eyes big, his posture stiff.
“Jeongguk! Wha...”
He didn’t get to finish his sentence. Because Jeongukk's thumb brushed just under his lip.
Softly.
And then, he leaned in the rest of the way.
It was quick.
A slow, precise drag of his tongue at the corner of Jimin’s mouth, rubbing across his bottom lip. cleaning the melted streak of ice-cream, like it belonged to him.
Jimin freezed completely. Utterly shocked.
Jeongukk pulled back just enough to look at him. A faint smirk played on his lips.
Satisfied. And a little proud.
“Messy.” he murmured, sitting back properly.
Jimin’s brain took a few many second to catch up.
Then...
“You....” His voice came out hoarse.
Jeongukk just leaned back on the chair, picking up his spoon. Taking a bite out of his, now melted ice-cream.
“What?”
“How could you just...” Jimin stopped, because what is he even supposed to say to that?
They were in public place. People all around them. And Jimin was sure someone must have seen them.
“You had something on your face."
Jimin stared at him. Ears burning. Heart doing something very unhelpful in his chest.
“You could’ve used a tissue.”
Jeongukk tilted his head slightly, glimmering eyes stuck on Jimin. “Could have.”
A pause.
Then...
“Didn’t want to.”
Jimin looked away first, muttering complaints under his breath, as he picked up his spoon again.
“You’re unbelievable.”
Jeongukk watched him for a moment longer. That same faint smirk, still there.
And Jimin..
Jimin absolutely couldn't focus on his ice cream anymore.
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The night had settled into that quiet, almost intimate stillness.
Streets glowing under soft yellow lamps, the city finally exhaling after a long day.
Jimin’s building stood tucked between older structures, paint slightly faded, balconies crowded with plants and drying clothes. A flickering tube light near the entrance buzzed faintly, stubbornly alive.
The building was lived-in.
And then there was Jeongukk's car.
Sleek. Black. Expensive enough to look out of place parked on that narrow lane. Like something that didn’t belong here.
Jimin unbuckled slowly, still holding the last traces of sweetness from the late night ice-cream on his tongue.
“Goodnight. Mr. Jeon.” he said teasingly. Putting pressure on Jeon, with a toothy grin.
Jeongukk only nodded. Fingers still loosely resting on the steering wheel and eyes on him.
As always.
Jimin stepped out of the car, door shutting behind him with a muted thud that felt louder than it should have.
He walked a few steps toward his building, fumbling with his fingers.
Something tugged at Jimin’s chest. So he slowly walked back to Jeongukk's car.
Who hadn’t gone. Still there, watching.
Jimin tapped lightly on the tinted window. Eyelashes fluttering.
Jeongukk, slightly caught off guard, pressed the button, window slid down with a quiet hum.
He didn’t say anything, or ask anything.
Jimin hesitated for half a second, looking around the street. Then leaned closer.
More closer.
And before Jeongukk could read his intent. There was a soft press of lips against his cheek.
Warm. Brief. Real.
“Goodnight.” Jimin whispered with a shy smile. Already pulling back before it could turn into something else.
And then he was gone.
Sprinting away without turning back.
Jeongukk didn’t move a muscle. Didn’t breathe.
His hand lifted slowly, unconsciously. Fingertips brushing the spot where Jimin’s lips had been. As if confirming, if it actually happened.
A kiss.
So simple. So light.
Something inside of him snapped into place. Like a puzzle.
He exhaled sharply. Eyes following Jimin until he disappeared inside the building.
A few minutes later... lights turned on, of the fourth floor.
Jimin's apartment.
Jeongukk leaned back in his seat, then forward.
Resting his forehead briefly against the steering wheel.
“...Fuck”
He cursed under his breath. Because this all was becoming too much for him.
Jimin had already gotten into his head.
Quietly and dangerously.
But now, he was creeping in his way into his body too. In a way that his skin still tingled where he’d been kissed by Jimin.
In the way his chest felt too tight.
In the way something deeper, darker, more consuming curled inside of him.
want.
Not just to have Jimin.
But to keep him.
Protect him.
To claim him. Whole.
His grip tightened around the wheel. Then killing off the engine, sudden silence pressing in around him. He just sat there, staring up at that one lit window like it was the only thing anchoring him to sanity.
Slowly, an undeniable truth settled within him.
That for Jimin…
He would burn the world down.
And he wouldn’t regret a bit of it.