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Enjin was a lost cause.
It wasn’t the first time he had noticed the way Gris worked—especially the way his muscles moved during the process.
Let’s be honest, everyone had already accepted that Gris was strong.
It wasn’t hard to accept, really—anyone who doubted it would just end up challenged to an fist fight anyway.
The thing is: this shouldn’t be driving Enjin crazy. Come on now, Enjin wouldn’t call himself weak—he’s strong, and he knows exactly how strong he is! It’s not like he’s some stick, either—every morning he makes sure to flex his muscles in front of the mirror.
But… Gris worked in such an exciting way.
Even without any jinkki, he managed to get the whole job done. And those hands… damn, he does love watching those hands at work. Every day, the urge to pull off those gloves of his only grew stronger.
Oh, right.
Enjin couldn’t stop staring at the man in front of him. And as if the muscles (and that huge, soft chest—which we can't forget, please and thank you) weren’t enough, his ass was perfect! Would his hands fit there just right?
Well, about that...
Everything started to shake—a warning that a trash beast was approaching. Almost instinctively, Gris extended his arms toward him, as if that would protect him. (There’s no way a human being can be that charming.) Enjin blinked, forcing himself to focus on the mission.
Right—time to take down the trash monsters. He grabs his umbrella tight, getting into attack position with the rest of his team.
The beast itself wasn’t that big—Enjin admitted he’d fought much larger ones—but it was better to be safe.
Before he could attack, Gris grabbed the creature with his hands (those strong, huge hands) and threw it aside. Seriously!?
Enjin is a dead man, for sure.
His team surged forward, snapping him out of his trance. Without thinking twice, he sprinted ahead, overtaking the man he was definitely not staring at earlier.
He could hear that deep voice shouting something to the team, but he tried his best to ignore it. Enjin had bigger problems now.
It wasn’t too hard to kill the beast—he drove his Umbreaker into the monster and then came flying back down to the ground.
From above, he could see Gris looking at him with a playful smile, and that almost made him drop his umbrella—almost.
“Always putting on a good show for us, huh, Enjin?” He heard Gris say as soon as his feet hit the ground.
His ears burned with embarrassment, especially since he’d just been distracted admiring the man’s body.
“You know me man, i love a good show!” A mischievous grin spread across his face.
Gris raised an eyebrow, eyeing Enjin up and down.
“And you think I didn’t notice you staring earlier?” His deep laugh rumbled out, growing louder when he saw the blond’s expression.
“Yeah, yeah, shut up, alright? You should be aware of how damn delicious your body is.” Enjin heard the rest of the team approaching, so he started walking toward the car that had brought them there.
But not before giving Gris’s ass a smack when no one was looking, of course.