๐ข๐บ โ the rumours of you and Enjin dating are far from secrets, but now very real.
Enjin is far from oblivious of the rumours that spread around hq of you and him.
Youโre perfectly aware too, words getting sent around to all the cleaners about your joint closenessโ but thats how he is, he teases and touches youโ rough, tattooed hands always seeming to snake around you as if they belong on your body.
The thing is though, they do. His touch was a paradoxโdeliberate, slow, and almost painfully nonchalant. It felt raw, real, and touched your soul in ways no one had done before. It felt safe, a silent reminder as long as heโs here youโre going to be okay.
He finds you late that evening on the rooftop of hq, back pressed against the hard wall, whilst you stare out into the distance as if there is more than trash to look at, as if it would form into something more appealing rather than garbage that stretches miles beyond the horizon.
His body moves before he can comprehend what he is doing, and sits himself beside you with a soft huff that cuts through the lingering silence of the evening. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a compact box of cigarettes, and offering one over to you. โwant one? yโlook like ya need it.โ
โIโm alright, thanks.โ he simply shrugs at your mumbled reply, lighting it for his use, โhm, suit yourself.โ The atmosphere fell comfortable, his company alone making everything feel a little less heavy and overbearing. The orange glow from the tip of the cigarette casts a subtle light in the darkness before a thick, heaving cloud of smoke curls around his face, the overpowering scent of tobacco staying as a stake reminder of Enjinโs everlasting presence.
The silence stretches for a moment longer, not awkward and unnecessary, but rather grounding masked in a silent concern. โsomethinโ eating at you? you seemed...off today,โ he finally spoke, turning his head halfway to meet your gaze, his eyes were intense as usual but are undercoated with a glimmer of curiosity for you.
You hum, his knee brushing against yours as he waits for you to speak. โmhmโ you pause, deciding how to phrase the words that follow, โhave you heard the rumours..?โ you ask, voice quieter than before, like you were afraid someone would overhear.
He chuckles lightly, seeming amused. His posture remains completely relaxed against the wall as he takes another lazy drag of his cigarette, joining you taking in the view of trash he is so used to seeing. โyeah, i have. the others really like to get in our business, huh?โ
You nod, eyes dropping your hands in your lap, which are occupied, busy playing with the hem of your shirtโ a silent habit youโve picked up over the years. Enjinโs not stupid, he sees how you stiffen, looking at anything but him. He lowers his tone, yet that husky current in his voice you love still remains. โsomething you wanna tell me?โ
You look up, suddenly hyper-aware of the proximity between the both of youโ small and barely there. He searches for your gaze, his breath hot against you as his hand tilts your face up, forcing you to meet his own. Your lips part slightly without your realisation, and your heart thumps, heavy and relentless, it wouldnโt surprise you if he could hear it.
His face moves less than an inch closer to yours, giving you enough time to move away before he makes any further movements, but if anything you lean into his touch, soft breaths mingling between you both. His lips brush yours, and mix of anticipation and disbelief pooling into you, It felt as if you were standing at the edge of the very rooftop you perch onโ weightless and alive, the world fading into nothing but a blur between you both.
Without a word you close the gap, and those simmering thoughts of him, the agonising questions of if his touch actually meant anything to him finally disappeared, leaving your mind and heart at ease.
Enjinโs kisses are surprisingly soft, almost like he is taking the time to memorise all parts of you with his mouth, and to confirm that he had you, and wasnโt letting go. The taste of cigarettes lingers on his tongue, sharp and bitter, yet somehow calming.
His lips seperate slightly from yours, and you shiver from the sharp, blazing wind. His hands stay anchored on you, warmth from his large palms seeping past your clothes and onto your skin.
A quiet understanding passed, the silence that reassuresโ that you finally knew exactly where you stood.
ใป ๊ช/n - iโm trying to finish some requests but this idea popped into my mind and had to lock in cause Enjin duhhhh ๐ป sorry to those who sent requests i will try to finish them as soon as i can (iโm also suffering from a major writers block if you couldnโt tell)