[that is indeed a soft smile, but not sickeningly so. although jiho's stomach does feel a little strange when he looks up at it. his chest feels a little bit tighter when he feels rook's fingers pressing gently against his pulse point.
things like this do not happen in real life. you don't travel to a gorgeous island with a gorgeous man and fall in love with him. that only happens in movies staring channing tatum, or in the minds of middle-aged women who need something to cope with the screaming of kids in the back seat.
but here it is, happening to him.]
Sorry? [his eyebrows lift. he really is sorry rook, because he missed a good deal of your teasing while thinking about how your eyes make him feel warmer than the mediterranean sun, or how your lips must be sweeter and more intoxicating than the wine in his glass. or on rook's shirt.] Yeah, I guess she does get to keep me.
[because jiho wants to keep him, and there's never been a thought like that inside his head before. it leaves him flushed, which he can conveniently blame on the real sun or alcohol.]
You should take that off, soak it before the stain sets in.
[ if you were to ask Rook, you don't walk into your job one day to find living art getting dressed to protect other art. so maybe they were both more than a little thrown off with their meeting, with the way that they so easily managed to fall together. the way that Rook found himself staring and smiling at Jiho in a way that was usually reserved for ancient statues and scraps of papyrus.
laughing at the confusion on the other's face, Rook tugs on his wrist a little more, until Jiho is a little closer. nearly close enough to be sitting on him if he just lowered himself that little bit.]
You trying to get me shirtless already?
[ Rook is trying for a confident kind of amused, but the flush on his face and nervous curl of his lips makes it a hard sell. this is-- this is new territory for him. the comfort and the warmth beneath his skin where it touches Jiho. the tightness in his chest when he looks at him.]
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Date: 2019-03-23 11:04 am (UTC)things like this do not happen in real life. you don't travel to a gorgeous island with a gorgeous man and fall in love with him. that only happens in movies staring channing tatum, or in the minds of middle-aged women who need something to cope with the screaming of kids in the back seat.
but here it is, happening to him.]
Sorry? [his eyebrows lift. he really is sorry rook, because he missed a good deal of your teasing while thinking about how your eyes make him feel warmer than the mediterranean sun, or how your lips must be sweeter and more intoxicating than the wine in his glass. or on rook's shirt.] Yeah, I guess she does get to keep me.
[because jiho wants to keep him, and there's never been a thought like that inside his head before. it leaves him flushed, which he can conveniently blame on the real sun or alcohol.]
You should take that off, soak it before the stain sets in.
youre welcome. just for you
Date: 2019-03-27 03:40 pm (UTC)laughing at the confusion on the other's face, Rook tugs on his wrist a little more, until Jiho is a little closer. nearly close enough to be sitting on him if he just lowered himself that little bit.]
You trying to get me shirtless already?
[ Rook is trying for a confident kind of amused, but the flush on his face and nervous curl of his lips makes it a hard sell. this is-- this is new territory for him. the comfort and the warmth beneath his skin where it touches Jiho. the tightness in his chest when he looks at him.]
...you okay there, Ji?