Sensitive

Author's Point of View

Minjun was stunned. Jirae's deep voice was playing inside his head over and over again. Minjun, just like other men thought that he'd be so fucking lucky to spend just one night with the beauty. He was not going to let this chance go but, before that he needed to compose his thoughts and word it properly.

'Even his voice is so beautiful, just like him,' his thoughts ran continuously. 'I don't know how long I'll be here but, before that, I want to make him mine.'

He was possessive, very. 'What right do they have on mine, when it's already mine?' are his thoughts on this. Different, right?

"One night. you, me," was all he could say with his broken roman. The beauty chuckled beautifully. The chuckle sounding more beautiful with his deep voice that portrayed a depth that Minjun was not able to put into words.

"Minjun or shall I call you Junnie? I know Korean. We trade with Koreans so, I know the language. Talk to me freely," Jirae said, an emotion playing in his eyes undecipherable to Minjun.

"How did you know I was Korean?" Minjun blurted out, too busy to think as he busied himself by looking into Jirae's beautiful eyes. They were so mesmerizing, so addicting, so inviting. They made Minjun relaxed and frustrated at the same time. Minjun thought that he could feel Jirae's eyes.

"Well, you might have thought out loud in Korean about my hands being slender and my voice being beautiful. That was flattering if I'm being completely honest," Jirae explained but, Minjun was too dazed in the beauty's beauty to take in what he was saying. Minjun let his cheeks color itself a pretty shade of baby pink after Jirae's words have sunk into his head that had stopped processing and working.

"So, about our night! Do you still want it?" Jirae asked, his voice was laced with sternness but, it also showed another emotion that Minjun was not sure about. His voice was barely above a whisper, only intended for Minjun's ears to hear but, it was so thick that it had small shivers tickling Minjun's neck which had suddenly turned sensitive.

"Yes, I still want it," Minjun answered, sure of his decision but, he was afraid that he would die because of the wild pumping of blood to his now weak heart. Who knows, he might even have blood pumping to his dick by the end of the night. Or, should I say before he wakes up?

"Don't worry man, I'll pay for it. I got you here after all. You're a guest," Minjun heard Dara's cheery voice say. He only caught on the words I, pay, and you. Minjun understood what Dara was saying considering the situation he was in.

"So, let's go then," Jirae said in a sensual tone hinting at his voice that made Minjun bit his lips since, he desperately needed to hold back a groan at the deepness of Jirae's voice.

Jirae had pulled Minjun on his toes as they were still holding hands, not really caring if it was awkward and a tad bit weird. Both of them didn't really care about it. Oh, how they wish they didn't! Both of them were painfully aware of the fact that they were both holding hands. Well, they were awkward about it on the inside tho they didn't really show it in their pretty short-lived conversation. They were awkward in a good way, I suppose.

Jirae had led Minjun to which seemed like a room. It was lit through a light wood giving it a different vibe. Since it was a pretty small room, the wood provided a little warmth that made Minjun feel a little more comfortable.

Before his now dumb brain could process anything, Jirae was standing in front of him, curling his fit slightly tanned arms around Minjun's neck making the tiny hairs in the archaeologist's body arise. He was reactive to every single touch. He felt sensitive, almost vulnerable in a way with Jirae around him.

But then, he heard it. One of his favorite songs playing faintly. He realized that the song's volume got louder. He could make out the lyrics of it by now. 'You ain't my boyfriend, boyfriend. I ain't your girlfriend, girlfriend...' It went on. Then, it got freakishly loud that Minjun had to keep blinking in hopes of avoiding a headache threatening to set in.

Within a blink, Minjun found himself alone, in his fucking apartment, with his favorite song acting as the alarm. He groaned, utterly displeased with literally everything. 'Just a dream, after all, eh?' He thought, chuckling darkly. Well, what did he expect? To actually time travel to ancient Rome and fall in love with a beauty? Or, did he expect to fall in love, even make love with a beautiful man by time travelling in his dreams? Maybe...

He threw this phone to the side without a care since he knew it wouldn't dare break. It was enough to shut the alarm up. He was angry, very. He had a fucking great dream, with a fucking beautiful man and now it was all ruined. Utterly ruined.

He got up and did all his daily routines with a grumpy face and mind. He was disappointed in himself for setting up that crazy, psychotic alarm.

Minjun was usually grumpy but now he is grumpy on an extreme level. He loved his work but, that beautiful dream with that beauty in it was even more lovable to him. He felt like he hadn't had a drop of sleep even though he slept like a log for 6½ hours.

He took the cup with him for he had to return it to the museum. He sighed. He felt so tired with his bloodshot eyes that were ready to close itself for hours anytime now.

He could still feel the beauty's eyes staring into his own. Unlike normal dreams which would soon be forgotten for any human, Minjun couldn't forget it. He could remember even the pettiest detail. Thinking about Jirae's voice and his hands intertwined with his very own still brought him chills

If this wasn't a dream then, Minjun was ready to see where it would lead him. He was ready for this...

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