π’πΊ β 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.
Youβre perfectly aware too, words getting sent around to all the cleaners about your joint closenessβ but thats how he is, he teases and touches youβ 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 paradoxβdeliberate, 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 heβs here youβre 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. βwant one? yβlook like ya need it.β
βIβm alright, thanks.β he simply shrugs at your mumbled reply, lighting it for his use, βhm, suit yourself.β 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 Enjinβs everlasting presence.
The silence stretches for a moment longer, not awkward and unnecessary, but rather grounding masked in a silent concern. βsomethinβ eating at you? you seemed...off today,β 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. βmhmβ you pause, deciding how to phrase the words that follow, βhave you heard the rumours..?β 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. βyeah, i have. the others really like to get in our business, huh?β
You nod, eyes dropping your hands in your lap, which are occupied, busy playing with the hem of your shirtβ a silent habit youβve picked up over the years. Enjinβs 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. βsomething you wanna tell me?β
You look up, suddenly hyper-aware of the proximity between the both of youβ 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 wouldnβt 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 onβ 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.
Enjinβs 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 wasnβt 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 reassuresβ that you finally knew exactly where you stood.
γ» κͺ/n - iβm trying to finish some requests but this idea popped into my mind and had to lock in cause Enjin duhhhh π» sorry to those who sent requests i will try to finish them as soon as i can (iβm also suffering from a major writers block if you couldnβt tell)