Private Party | Jinki x Joongki
For one last time he checked his reflection in the mirror. He straightened the little, black bowtie, brushed some dust freckles off his black jacket and tried to smooth out that one curl in his hair that always refused to stay down like the others. He cleaned his glasses for a third time in 10 minutes, just because he needed to keep his hands busy.
He was nervous, even more nervous than he was at a regular business diner. His heart was pounding against his chest like a hummingbird, his breathing was a little ragged and his hands were sweaty, but he had no idea why.
He checked his phone to see the time: Six ten. He went downstairs, knowing that his boss would soon arrive. They had agreed to meet at six fifteen and the man was never late. And he would not appreciate it if Jinki would not be waiting at the front door.
It was a short and silent drive to the museum as the older man was constantly texting and making phone calls. The only words they had shared were a simple “hallo” and “thank you for picking me up”.
After their ways split at the front door of the museum, Jinki drifted off on his own in search of some familiar faces in the ocean of black suits and dark evening gowns. As he made his way through the gathering crowd, he passed several people he had met before, such as officials he had come across at the DA office, policemen he had worked together with on some cases and even close friends like Yoohyeon and Hyoyeon. He greeted them all with a kind smile, but his eyes were looking for one man in particular.
His heart skipped a beat when he finally found the person he had been looking for. Their eyes locked across the crowded room and his smile is answered with a soft smile that could melt even the coldest heart on earth.
“Hyung…” His voice sounded like he had just returned from a marathon in the Sahara desert or had been screaming for hours. He cleared his throat, coughed softly before continuing. “It is nice to see you again.”
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