(Koreatown chapter 1)
The city lights bleed green and gold over the floor of their new loft. It had taken a fucking lot to get here.
“You’re sure they can’t find us?” Jisoo asks.
He wasn’t going to lean against Minjae—keeping that space between them; he’s not a baby. But Minjae loops his arm around Jisoo’s chest, warm and steady and perfectly heavy-strong, and pulls him closer.
“Absolutely sure,” Minjae says, pressing a kiss to the side of Jisoo’s face. “I swear on my life,” he says, kissing his way across Jisoo’s temple, fluttery across his eyelashes, and then down to his nose. “Absolutely no one is going to find us here.”
The final kiss lands on Jisoo’s mouth.
The loft inside is still dark. They haven’t called to hook up the electricity yet. Candles line the counter, melting down into warm puddles and casting everything in a warm and ghostly glow.
They would call it romantic.
“Don’t say that,” Jisoo says, twisting around in Minjae’s arms.
“That they won’t find us, or—”
“On your life,” Jisoo says, twisting his hand around Minjae’s finger. “Don’t ever say that.”
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