#tkdb romeo

Romeo Lucci

Romeo was furious. The plan had gone awry from the start, all thanks to Taiga and his inability to follow simple instructions that didn’t match his whim. Now Romeo was stuck in a closet, wearing far too many layers. Sweat beaded on his neck, and he tried his best not to wrinkle his pricy clothes. Easier said than done, since he was sharing the space with you, of all people. 

You, with your pretty eyes and sweet smell. It made him angrier, he was sure your incompetence was partly to blame for this undignified position he found himself in with you. 

“Stop moving around! You’re getting my jacket wrinkled.” 

You didn’t even know he was capable of whispering until now, although it was a whispered yell. Technicality. 

“Don’t wear your overpriced junk on missions, then,” you shot back. You could feel his livid stare better than you could see it. 

“Quality suits are not overpriced! You Philistines don’t know anything about-“ 

You had found several ways to shut him up by now. Slamming the door in his face, muting his messages, saying something so completely unhinged he didn’t know where to begin. Your proximity left you with an untested method you gladly seized. Your lips were on his, halting his words in their tracks. When he didn’t push you away, you pulled him in by his tie, noticing he angled his head to deepen the kiss. When you parted, he stood there in silent wonder, sluggishly realizing that you successfully shut him up again. 

“Damn you, BB.” 

Ritsu Shinjo

Safety measures, scenarios and statistics ran through Ritsu’s mind while he focused on anything but your proximity. He escorted you to the locker like a gentleman, clearly stating that you were both entering the enclosed space voluntarily to avoid injury, and he was not liable for any such injuries sustained once you were inside. 

Yet, he kept getting distracted any time you shifted. Brushing against his legs and chest. He did his best not to touch you, but that was impossible under the circumstances. He was ready to shift in case the locker opened, to use his stigma to protect you. He moved closer to whisper for you to shift to the back so he could protect you, but you turned your head at the same time and your lips brushed against each other’s. He jolted back as if you shocked him. He glanced at your lips, feeling heat rise to his cheeks. 

“Apologies,” he whispered. He gently shifted you so his back faced the door, but the mood had already shifted between you. He kept his hands on your shoulder and waist, where they had rested to guide you. You shared a lingering look with him, each gauging your embarrassment and the possibility that you liked it. You moved first, pulling his tie and angling your lips toward his.