I want the K
11: Collarbone Kiss
jin is usually interested in just two things: games, and cup noodles. ...and jinri. (make that three.) he doesn’t even like going outside, let alone dressing up for it. but he’s supposed to meet someone here -- someone who fucking bailed (ha, if he cared enough, he’d punish the living balls out of the guy. he said -- he told jinri, if he’s not back in an hour, then assume the worst. ( a line he paraphrased from steven universe. )
and he’s definitely been out for an hour, and -- what the fuck is he doing?
“ah --,” he presses a kiss to the exposed collarbone of the male before him, the music dulled behind the walls, shadows hiding his flushed face when he realises that he really, really should be getting home. “mm --,” he presses another kiss there anyway, palms against the wall and clenching into fists, as if he’ll push himself away (or maybe dig his knuckles into the concrete to keep himself there). the only part of himself that’s pulling away is his face, and even then, only to mutter, “are you going to let me go home, or am i stuck here with you?”
