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How dare he? How dare he come into Miss Jin's world with his stupid, perfect, soulful blue eyes that sparkle under the various colors of the bar; his large, calloused hands that feel just right against Jin's cheek; and don't even get him started on his lips or how his stubble rubs just right against Enjin's jaw, making him unbelievably h-
BEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!
"Shit!" Enjin focuses back on the obvious green light and steps on the gas. Shit, how long has he been there? Doesn't matter. What matters is getting home, taking off his greasy work uniform, and getting glammed up in full giesh so he can hit the club with Semiu and her new girlfriend, Mildretta. Enjin grins at the prospect of Semiu walking around with a new boo; she's always been better in the relationship aspect of life.
And the acknowledging of one's feelings part.
And the "Life is more than just sex" part.
And the "You should really allow yourself to have good things. Gris is a nice guy," part…
"What does she know…" Enjin grouches as he turns into the parking lot of his apartment complex.
Ya got that vibeology
That V-I-B-Eology
Your body is pumped
Next to me
Ya got that sensuali-
"Ok, that's enough of that." Enjin quickly shuts off his car before he starts imagining Gris's pumped body next to his. The way it clung to him as if he were his only lifeline. Or how Enjin wants to taste the inside of his mouth, for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, savoring the taste of a Tequila sunrise mixed with an Old-Fashioned. Or how, almost every night for the past two weeks since they've met, Gris has shown up. No matter if he is performing or not, Gris is there, waiting for him with a smile so sweet it could rot Enjin's teeth. Oh, and let's not forget how they find themselves making out outside the bar every single time, kissing and grinding up on each other, sticking to each other like Velcro. How, every time they pull a part, there's a tiny string of saliva connecting the two of them like some bullshit red string of fate. Not to mention how he can feel how big Gris is through his pants, and how he's had multiple wet dreams about-
Knock Knock Knock
"Enjiiiin hellooooo dude, you've been sitting in your car for like 20 minutes. You ok?" Enjin blinks out of his daze and slowly turns to his left window to see his precious little wide-eyed red head staring at him in mild concern. She steps back as Enjin gingerly gets out of the car, ignoring how he spent 20 minutes thinking about the indescribable ways he wants Gris to take him to heaven.
"Riyooo, there are leftovers from the restaurant in the back, let's go ahead and haul these back to our place, yeah?" In hopes that they can move on, he completely ignores her question. Unfortunately, Riyo is her father's daughter and is very perceptive of the miseries of Enjin's life.
"Were you thinking about Gris?" She teases as she goes to the backseat to retrieve some of the leftovers. Enjin follows suit with a roll of his eyes.
"Why are you in my grown people business?"
"Why are you leaving your grown people business out for me to be in? You know you're pretty loud on the phone when you talk to Semiu," Riyo shoots back. Enjin pouts as he grabs the rest of the food, closes the door, and begins to make his way up the stairs to their apartment with Riyo following behind.
"When did you become so mean?" He unlocks the door to their place, revealing a living room filled with vintage pieces from several thrift stores and garage sales over the years. Other pieces like the couch and coffee table belonged to his Auntie Alice as a congratulations for finding a place for him and Riyo to reside in when he was 23, and she was only 11. The two of them carry the various containers of food to the kitchen and begin to put them away in the fridge.
"I'm not being mean, I'm telling it like it is. I can't believe you've been seeing a guy for two weeks straight and I still haven't met him yet!" Riyo judges. "You do understand how big a deal that is, right?"
Enjin clenches his jaw because the truth is, he does know how big a deal that is, and he hates it. He's used to sloppy hookups that never even reach 3 days. He's used to the simple transactional relationship of sex, so he doesn't have to think about the odd sense of loneliness that he tries to fill with his job, family, friends, cigarettes, and booze. Gris is different. Gris is stable like a rock. Denying Gris something as simple as his phone number is self-sabotage, yet he always comes back. Enjin's so into him that he can barely breathe, and yet he can't help but think this is all too good to be true. Nothing has ever come easy in Enjin's life; why would this be the first time life has ever been simple for him?
"Riyo, I'd rather not talk about this right now. Can we just drop it?" He feels the exhaustion of work seep into his bones. He gives her a tired smile. "How about I take a nap, and you get to pick out what I wear to the club with the girls, ok?"
Riyo perks up at this. She puts the last few containers of food in the fridge and then stares at Enjin for a second with her deep green eyes. Enjin feels uncomfortably seen, he knows what's coming next.
"You're a good person."
"Yeah."
"Seriously."
"I know."
"Enjin, who knows where I would be if it weren't for that big heart of yours."
"Probably with a bunch of stray cats." Enjin chuckles, and Riyo joins in with her own giggle. "You don't need to worry about me, Riyo. I'm here to take care of you, you know?" He ruffles Riyo's hair, and she responds with a hug, stilling his movements.
"I'm here to take care of you, too. The world needs more Miss Jin." She tightens her hug, and Enjin reciprocates with a warm hug of his own. They stand in the comfortable silence of the afternoon until he hears Riyo take the biggest whiff of him.
"Duuuude, you really gotta hit the showers." Riyo grimaces in an almost joking way, which Enjin totally does not take offense to as he shoves her away from him, causing her to all but squawk at him.
"Ok, back away, you gremlin. Shower first, then nap, then I get all glammed up." He grouses as he starts making his way up the stairs. His drowsy mind starts to drift to the blue sky and the yellow of wheat fields that he's never even seen before. Then it starts to zone in on the soft, pliant lips of a certain blonde holding his cig between said perfect lips.
Suddenly, Enjin finds himself standing in front of his bathroom mirror, staring into his own deep amber eyes. He then walks over to the shower, turns it on, and sighs.
"Five minutes." He begins to strip.
All he needs is five minutes to take care of himself, and then his problem will be solved.
𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
He has been saying this every day for the past two weeks, and it never works.
"I like him. A lot." He grumbles at his shirtless reflection as he finishes putting on his left eyelash. He checks the time on his phone and groans loudly. 9:30 pm. "When did Semiu say they were gonna come over? Oh, right, 10." He mutters at his partially done face, glaring at him through the mirror.
Instead of taking a much-needed nap, he smoked and paced around his room, thinking about Gris. He doom scrolled and liked those stupid relationship posts that say "to be known is to be loved," as he thought about each time Gris bought him a Tequila Sunrise, or each time Gris moved his hair away from his neck to fan him because he could always tell when Enjin was getting a bit too hot and way too overstimulated, or how he knew just the right place on Enjin's neck to kiss him on. 4 cigarettes and a minor crisis later, he checked up on Riyo finishing up Miss Jin's Pamela Anderson wig. And now he stands in the mirror, setting his face with powders, grumbling about how if he could, he'd probably make Gris a biological father. Not that he will ever tell him that. His phone rings, and he answers quickly.
"Yo, Semiu, you know the deal, I won't be done by the time you get here, so help yourself to whatever drinks are in the fridge oooor you and your new boo can help me figure which stupidly hot dress I should wear." He giggles as he brushes off the excess powder on his face.
"Gris is coming," Semiu states plainly. Like that wouldn't crash Enjin's whole entire world.
"Excuse me?"
"She said Gris is coming." Mildretta pipes up, from behind the wheel, Enjin assumes.
"You can't be serious. It's Saturday. I never see him on Saturdays cause I'm never at our usual bar." Enjin complains, trying to swallow his heart, which is currently doing triple backflips in his throat.
"I invited him. He's such a Type A personality who only eats, sleeps, works out, and heads to his 9-5, so I thought it would be fun if he just let loose with us. Or with you." Enjin can hear the smirk in Semiu's voice. He even hears Mildretta snicker in the background. Evil. "Wear something sexy, ok?" She then promptly hangs up. Enjin stares blankly at his phone and then back at his done-up face. Then his bedroom door opens with a bang, and the light of his life barges into the bathroom with his Pamela Anderson wig.
"Gris is coming to the club? You know you have to look so hot, right?" Riyo nods astutely as she grabs the step stool so she can better reach Enjin's head.
Enjin sucks his teeth, choosing not to acknowledge the obvious eavesdropping that occurred. "I always look hot, this is gonna be no different."
"Right." Riyo hums as she begins to prep Enjin's hair for the wig.
Yeah. He was right. This would be no different than all the other times he and Gris made out at the bar. Just a slightly different environment.
"Hey, Riyo, do you think the short backless black dress with the deep V-neck would be perfect for tonight?" He inquires, already knowing the answer.
"Oh, absolutely." She giggles as she finishes slicking back his hair. A knock is heard from outside, and Enjin immediately perks up with a smirk stretching across his face. The girls are here.
"Perfect. It's showtime."
𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚
Four pregame shots and an Amaretto Sour later, and Miss Jin is face-to-face with someone who resembles a Greek God, and that someone is Gris Rubion. Wearing a shirt with most of the buttons undone, chest exposed, all for her. In this moment, she can't help but notice how the blues, pinks, and purples of the club look so unbelievable in Gris's hair. She can't help but realize that Gris's pale blue eyes grow soft when he makes eye contact with her, or how they shine brighter as they wander down her body, scanning every crevice and making her want to squeeze her legs together from where the group stands. More importantly, she can't help but notice those fatass titties-
"Ladies, you all look as charming as ever." Gris retracts his attention away from Jin to address everyone as a group. Semiu and Mildretta offer their thanks, but Jin can't help but feel motivated to turn up the charm.
"Yeah? You don't look too bad yourself, handsome. You happy to see me?" Miss Jin saunters over to him and loosely folds her arms over his shoulders, letting Gris snake his hands around her waist. She arches a bit as his hands climb up her back to trace her tattoos.
"Mmm, yeah, can you do a 360 for me?" Gris hums in appreciation as Jin slowly turns for him. She hears the two girls snicker, but she doesn't care; she loves putting on a show, especially for Gris. Maybe that's the alcohol talking, or it's that Gris does things to her that nobody has ever dared to do. She feels Gris grab her hand as she finishes her slow turn and pulls her close to him, eliciting tiny sparks of electricity throughout her nervous system. He peers over her shoulder at Semiu and Mildretta. "Would you ladies like anything to drink? On me, really." He then looks back at Jin with a pleasant smile that makes all the alcohol she ingested shoot straight to her head. "And a Tequila Sunrise for you, of course." All Jin can do is wordlessly giggle.
"I'll take a Whisky Sour, but I can cover Semiu's Aperol Spritz," Mildretta answers as she looks fondly at Semiu with her arm around her waist. Semiu shares the same expression that screams, "You already know me so well, and we just met." What did that one post say? Oh, "to be known is to be loved." Jin can't help but gaze into Gris's perfect blue eyes as that quote flits through her mind.
The group moves to sit at the bar, and Jin can't help but cling to Gris. As they sit, she brushes her foot against his calf, and Gris takes notice. He always does. Gris slides her the Tequila Sunrise and delicately lifts her ankle so it's resting on his thigh; he plays with the gold anklet that adorns her, then traces his finger along her foot. "You wear this for me?" Jin is sizzling under the heat of Gris's attention, but she refuses to back down.
"Depends, did you wear that," she gestures to the gold bracelet that embellishes Gris's wrist, "for me?" Gris hums thoughtfully as he glances back and forth between his bracelet and her anklet.
"Looks like we match tonight." Gris grins. Jin matches his smile with a smirk.
"Almost like we're soulmates-" A wave of regret and embarrassment washes over her as Gris immediately catches that word and his face begins to flush. Jin starts feeling all hot and sweaty as she decides to down her Tequila Sunrise in a few swift gulps. She's sure she can hear Semiu and Mildretta laughing at her expense. Jin notices concern make its way onto Gris's face as he begins to reach over to move her hair off the back of her neck to provide some airflow.
"Hey, are you-"
"Never better!" Jin splutters as she lightly bats Gris's hand away. Gris pauses, then nods and turns his attention back to her gold anklet, continuing to trace a finger from her ankle down her foot in a repetitive motion. Jin can't suppress a shiver.
"These heels are shorter than the ones you usually wear." He observes as he traces his finger back to the anklet. Jin snorts.
"Yeah, well, wearing six inches is a pain in the ass when you're already over six feet. Besides, it's my day off, don't I deserve some comfort?" Jin quips. Gris smirks and starts making small circles around Jin's ankle, making her squirm.
"Of course you do, princess." Gris purrs, and Jin's breath hitches. He has to be fucking with her at this point. "This also makes it easier to look you in the eyes, which I know you love so much." Jin's heart skips a beat at the word "love" as she mentally searches to pick up the mask that she has long dropped. Has to be the alcohol fucking her up.
"Is that so?" Her voice grows gravelly. This inescapable heat surrounds the two of them.
"It is." Gris stares at her as if she's the only one worth looking at, and that scares her, yet entices her all the same. She wants him all to herself. That terrifies her.
Ooh work it baby
A give me that vibe
Uh what is it?
Jin gasps and abruptly moves her leg away from Gris to stand with a slight wobble, which is nothing to worry about, since Gris is always there to catch her. "This is my sooong." She beams at Gris and grabs his hand. "You're dancing with me right now."
Gris chuckles, finishes the rest of his drink, and gives a wave to Semiu and Mildretta, who have been deep in their own conversation as Jin tugs him onto the dancefloor.
"Twirl me!" Jin laughs gleefully as Gris obliges with a fond smile. The bass of the music mixes in with the buzz of the alcohol until all Jin can do is hold on to Gris with her eyes closed; her head resting on his shoulder as they bounce to the beat. "Mmm, you are so solid," she sighs, unable to stop the next few words from tumbling out, "like, you're so perfect for me."
Gris laughs quietly in her ear, holding her even tighter. Jin hums appreciatively as she presses herself deeper into Gris, grinding into him, and smirks when she hears a grunt.
"You like that?"
"I always do." Gris hums as he spins Jin around, having her backside press against his front. He keeps a firm grip on her hips as they bump and grind to the music. Jin feels wet kisses being placed on the back of her neck, his tongue tracing her tattoos, eliciting a soft, heady moan out of her.
Vibeology now what is that?
Well it's the study
Of the chemistry
Between you and me.
Gris turns Jin back around so she's facing him and continues to kiss her neck all the way up to her jawline. She lets out a sigh. "I need you." She hopes Gris doesn't notice the vulnerability in her voice, but Gris notices. He always does.
"Where do you need me?"
"Everywhere." Jin pleads, and Gris, being the saint he is, slides his hands from her hips to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze, evoking a gasp out of her. Gris takes his time finding Jin's mouth, slowly, but surely slotting his tongue inside, fitting like the most perfect puzzle piece. His mouth has the same amount of subtle sweetness as his voice, the notes of citrus and spice from his Old Fashioned drowning Jin's senses. She leans further into the kiss, moaning wantonly as Gris gives her another squeeze.
Gris wants her. Bad. That fact threatens to fill the gaping hole in Enjin's chest, not just Miss Jin's. And Enjin, he can't handle that. He can't handle Gris's perfect lips against Enjin's own cracked lips that are hidden under layers of gloss. He can't handle the way Gris mumbles "Jin…" every time they find room to breathe, almost as if he would save his final breath for Jin and only her.
The music swells around them as their kisses dissolve into a mess of saliva, bites, and quiet moans. The other clubgoers seem to disappear, leaving the two blondes in their own world. Jin can't take it; she needs him now. She breaks away from his lips and starts feeling up his chest.
"Come with me," Jin demands, grabbing Gris's hand and leading him to the club bathroom. Gris obediently follows with a blissful smile on his flushed face. Jin slams the bathroom door open and pushes him into one of the stalls and speedily locks the door behind her. Jin begins to wrap a leg around Gris's waist, allowing him to hoist her up with ease. That strong bastard.
"You gonna ravish me, princess?" Gris sighs dreamily as he stares into Jin's eyes. She can feel them soften as she looks at the prettiest blue she has ever seen. She lifts her hand to smooth over the scar across his left eye, and she watches him lean into her touch like it's some holy gift. Jin can't help but get misty-eyed at the motion, and Gris notices, because he always notices. "Jin? Is everything alright-"
"Take off your pants." She blurts out as a way to try to prevent the onslaught of feelings that are hurtling towards her. She sees various emotions flit across those faultless eyes, and he settles on a look of concern. Jin doesn't want that. Jin wants him to leave hickeys all along her neck and chest, painting her just the way he likes it. She wants to be used for pleasure so she can get her fix. Maybe if she gets her fix, then this whole thing can end, and someone as kind and gentle as Gris can find someone who has it all together.
"Jin, tell me what's wrong," Gris says softly, and that shatters everything, and all of a sudden the music stops, and so does Jin's breathing for that second. It's like she wants to fall apart, but Gris just won't let her.
"You don't even know me." Jin unconvincingly shoots back at him. He begins to lightly draw circles on her skin from where he is holding her up as a way to soothe her, just the way she likes it.
"I know you won't actually enjoy having sex with me in a club bathroom," Gris begins as he starts to rock the two of them side to side. Whether or not it's a way to soothe her or Gris is something she can't comprehend. "I know you'd prefer to be completely sober. I know you'd prefer to remember every kiss, mark, and any touch I give once you wake up the next morning. I know you don't actually want me to be just another stranger in your life. That much I do know." Jin wants to cry, but in a good way. This time, it's not just the alcohol.
"You should just let me go." Jin lets her voice waver.
"I could never let you go."
"I know."
"You know?"
"Yes, and that's what scares me, Grissy." Jin lets out a watery laugh. Gris smiles at the nickname.
"You don't need to be scared of me, just like I don't need to be scared of you. You just have to let me in." Gris pecks her cheek, and Jin leans her head onto his shoulder and tightens her legs around his waist.
For the past two weeks, they've been tiptoeing on this line of vulnerability. For the past two weeks, Gris has come to visit her, shower her with praise, and kiss her in a way that makes her feel wanted. He kisses her in a way that makes her want to want. Gris is her rock to cling to in the storm; he'll never let her fall. He'll never let Enjin fall.
"I'll give you my number." She mumbles into his shoulder.
"Really?" Jin lets out a snort at his disbelief, and Gris joins with a laugh of his own.
"Don't sound so surprised, Grissy."
"Can you blame me? I did tell you I was in it for the long haul. I expected at least another week."
There's a pause, then Jin finally lifts her head and presses her forehead against Gris's, looking into those stupidly hopeful eyes. She grins.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"The name's Enjin."
"Enjin? Like a car-"
"Don't start with me." Enjin playfully glares, and Gris lets out a chuckle.
"Sorry, sorry, I couldn't help myself. Enjin. I like the way that sounds. Can I still call you Jin?"
"As long as I can still call you Grissy Poo." Enjin beams as Gris's eyes damn near sparkle at the name. Cute.
"It's a deal. Anything else you wanna tell me?
Enjin scrunches his face up in thought and then gives Gris a firm nod.
"I have a kid."
"A kid?" Gris raises a curious brow, waiting for Enjin to elaborate.
"She's sixteen, adopted her when I was 23. It's a long story, but she wants to meet you-"
"I would love to come over." Gris gives Enjin a surprise peck on the lips, rendering him speechless. "Just give me the time and day, and I'll be there."
Enjin slowly lowers his head back on Gris's shoulder.
"Are we gonna grow together or something?"
"We can. Do you want to stay in here for a bit longer, or head back out?"
"Let's stay in here for a bit longer, Gris."
"Of course, Enjin."
They continue to sway to the muffled beat of the club's music, with Enjin still wrapping his legs comfortably around Gris's waist, with Gris tightening his grip around him, because he will never let Enjin go, and Enjin will always cling to him.