S n i p p e t s

Confidence is emanating from Jongin’s end of the line and Kyungsoo finds himself swallowing. “Indeed. The one and only.” The smugness Jongin radiates, makes Kyungsoo want to ram his face ito a wall of thumbtacks because no matter what, he can never deny how downright attractive to his ears Jongin’s voice is. “Mr. Right here, at your service.”

. . . . .

The black and white tux clings to Jongin’s body deliciously like a second layer of skin. The Adonis looks dashing, the epitome of carnal sin and it overwhelms Kyungsoo to the point of experiencing a meltdown just from admiring those broad shoulders. Jongin’s onyx eyes turn hooded as they meet Kyungsoo’s shameless ogling ones and the intensity of his gaze renders Kyungsoo weak in the knees.

Kyungsoo, by some godly feat manages to tell Jongin to get changed into another suit. A few minutes without Jongin should be enough time for him to calm his raging senses back to normal. Be professional. I’m a professional, Kyungsoo mentally chants.

. . . . .

“My beloved Do Kyungsoo.” Jongin’s voice is thick with emotion.

Kyungsoo’s palms are sweating like a waterfall. He in a huge gulp of oxygen for his aching lungs and wills himself not to faint from prospect because this is the moment of a lifetime he has been dreaming of ever since he was a child. This is the right time, the right place and the right person.