Well, we can’t all go around kissing our enemies! (Patreon)

He remembers the first time he met Jimin. In the court room, he was so sure of his case, even as a rookie defence lawyer. He had a winning streak, 3 big cases in a row. Then his dreams got crushed when he heard the first click clack of Chelsea boots.

Park Jimin is the best prosecutor in South Korea, and unfortunately, the hottest man Jeongguk has ever seen.

Always in that black suit, bleach blonde hair pushed back, sharp eyebrow, full lips, siren eyes always looking for Jeongguk’s weaknesses.

God, if only Jimin had chosen another profession. Jeongguk has won exactly zero of the three cases against Jimin, and dreads the fourth one he’s working on right now.

He’s looking at the tapes of last year’s case, needs to study it. Study Jimin, actually, when he objects, what he’s good at, his use of words, his techniques.

his lips forming around the words, his small hands adjusting the microphone, his blond hair falling in his face, his sharp glances, his smirk whenever his objection is sustained, his suit hugging around his waist, showing the curve of his ass-

Fuck.

Jeongguk groans, rests his forehead on the table.

“Distracted again?”

Namjoon asks, already rewinding the tape.

“He’s just so fucking hot.”

“Why don’t you just ask him out?”

Jeongguk looks up, glares at Namjoon.

“He’s a prosecutor.”

“So? I’ve made out with a few prosecutors behind the scenes, sometimes the tensions are high you know?”

Namjoon says it as if it’s easy. As if their jobs aren’t literally in conflict all the time, as if Jimin isn’t trying to put his clients behind bars.

“Well, we can’t all go around kissing our enemies! You have no moral compass.”

“Come on, a make-out session with Jimin would probably help you think clearly. You certainly aren’t making any progress daydreaming about it.”

Jeongguk looks at the screen, wants to say that he’s not daydreaming about it, but just the sight of Jimin’s lips has his mouth watering, so he just tilts his head back and sighs.