Effect
→ effect | PG | jiheon/muwon (jisung/jaejoong) | 322wc
→ muwon proves he can be pleasant when he wants to.
Shortly after the conference, JiHeon staggered into the elevator, knees buckling from the tension he was exposed to a few minutes ago.
With his head lifted, he saw an abominable figure striding towards him in fast succession of steps. He pressed the button in panic, hoping for the doors to close and hurry the fuck up.
A hand shot forward, barring the metal doors from moving any further.
MuWon slid inside in the most elegant fashion, ignoring the look of outrage from his cousin’s face.
“When are you going to stop running like a dog with a tail between its legs?”
“Shut up.”
“You just love to rile-up everybody’s feathers.”
“You love to rile-up mine.” Glaring at the back of the regal profile of his cousin, JiHeon scoffed and willed for the elevator to move faster.
MuWon’s lip twitched, head turning to leer at the other, “I’m glad I have that kind of effect on you.”
Dark eyes narrowed, “Well, the feeling is not mutual!” JiHeon huffed and crossed his arms. The feeling of panic quickly followed when the elevator stopped, forcing him to topple over to the other side, whilst MuWon hardly looked bothered.
“You! What did you do??” Eyes glared at the finger pressing solidly on the emergency button.
MuWon turned around, a feral grin on his face.
“Would you like to find out the other kinds of effect I have on you?” the handsome director invaded what little personal space his cousin had, “They’re quite pleasant in my opinion.” He drawled, his hand mysteriously slipping beneath JiHeon’s jacket, causing the other to emit a gasp between thin lips.
It was irrefutable how incredibly good-looking MuWon looked, most especially up-close. His fair, smooth skin and plump red lips could rival any beautiful woman’s features. To have those pair of lips and haunting doe-eyes so close made it all the more difficult to breathe in the closed-up space.
Yup, he’s screwed.
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→ muwon proves he can be pleasant when he wants to.
Shortly after the conference, JiHeon staggered into the elevator, knees buckling from the tension he was exposed to a few minutes ago.
With his head lifted, he saw an abominable figure striding towards him in fast succession of steps. He pressed the button in panic, hoping for the doors to close and hurry the fuck up.
A hand shot forward, barring the metal doors from moving any further.
MuWon slid inside in the most elegant fashion, ignoring the look of outrage from his cousin’s face.
“When are you going to stop running like a dog with a tail between its legs?”
“Shut up.”
“You just love to rile-up everybody’s feathers.”
“You love to rile-up mine.” Glaring at the back of the regal profile of his cousin, JiHeon scoffed and willed for the elevator to move faster.
MuWon’s lip twitched, head turning to leer at the other, “I’m glad I have that kind of effect on you.”
Dark eyes narrowed, “Well, the feeling is not mutual!” JiHeon huffed and crossed his arms. The feeling of panic quickly followed when the elevator stopped, forcing him to topple over to the other side, whilst MuWon hardly looked bothered.
“You! What did you do??” Eyes glared at the finger pressing solidly on the emergency button.
MuWon turned around, a feral grin on his face.
“Would you like to find out the other kinds of effect I have on you?” the handsome director invaded what little personal space his cousin had, “They’re quite pleasant in my opinion.” He drawled, his hand mysteriously slipping beneath JiHeon’s jacket, causing the other to emit a gasp between thin lips.
It was irrefutable how incredibly good-looking MuWon looked, most especially up-close. His fair, smooth skin and plump red lips could rival any beautiful woman’s features. To have those pair of lips and haunting doe-eyes so close made it all the more difficult to breathe in the closed-up space.
Yup, he’s screwed.
end