Fist bump

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POV: Bible

"Everything fine?"

Tsssss. How can you sound so chill?Bible stared at the message and shoved his phone back into his pocket.

"Everything fine, my ass," he muttered under his breath.

But you know that moment—when your heart betrays you, just a little?Because even as he grumbled, his thoughts drifted back to Jes.He's working... and still he wrote me.

And that stupid little thought made something warm flicker in his chest. Even if he didn't want to admit it.

He looked down at the race track. Normally, this was his escape, the place where his brain finally shut up and let him just be. But not today.Because all he could think about was that stupid puppy-eyed look Jes sometimes gave him. Like, seriously? That soft gaze haunted him worse than any engine failure.

Finally, he cracked.

With an annoyed grunt and a dramatic sigh (for absolutely no one but himself), Bible pulled out his phone again and typed:

Bible:Everything Ok.

He grinned. Hah. If anyone could master the art of dry, short texts—it was him.But the moment he hit send, Jes went online. Like instantly. Bible's grin got even wider.

So you miss me that much, huh?

He stared at the typing bubble like it was the World Cup final.

Jes:How about we go on a trip?

Bible:A trip? What trip?

Jes:Like a little vacay. You and me. You can decide where.

Bible blinked. A vacation? Just the two of them?Oh.His ears turned hot. His palms? Sweaty. His brain? Rebooting.

Cold. He needed cold. Somewhere cold to deal with whatever this warm feeling in his chest was.

Bible:How about Paris? I heard it's nice in winter.

Jes:Paris? I was thinking more like... Fiji Islands? Something warm? Isn't Paris freezing that time of year?

Bible:Yeah. I like cold.

There was a pause.Bible stared at the screen, doubting he'd even get an answer. Maybe Jes was rethinking the whole idea...

But then it popped up:

Jes:So Paris it is. We'll fly out this weekend.

Bible:Cool.

He tossed his phone aside like it didn't matter.Cool, he said.COOL?!Why the hell was he sweating again?

Fifteen hours on a plane. Sitting next to his fake husband. What were they supposed to talk about? Contracts? Weather? The moral decay of airline food?

And then—oh no.

The hotel.

His brain started spiraling.Matching bathrobes. Room service. Jes walking around half-dressed with wet hair... STOP.

Wait.Is this... a honeymoon?!

His eyes widened."Hell no," he muttered to himself, then took a sharp drag from his cigarette, too sharp. He choked immediately, coughing like his lungs were trying to escape.

"Bro!" JJay appeared out of nowhere. "Why the hell are you inhaling that like it's oxygen?!"

"I'm going on a honeymoon," Bible wheezed out, still red-faced, from both the cigarette and embarrassment.

"HONEYMOON?!" JJay practically screamed. "Wahahahahaha! With your hubby?!"

Mio, obviously summoned by the chaos, joined them like a moth to drama.

"So," Mio said, smirking, "you better get ready for your first night."

Bible paused. His ears turned red. He looked down at his feet, scuffing his shoe against the ground. "Well... I don't really need to prepare for that."

Mio and JJay stared at him. Then, simultaneously, their jaws dropped.

"BRO—" they said in perfect unison, scandalized.

"So that's why you were walking like a stork," JJay said, eyes still wide with disbelief.

"Let's not talk about it in detail," Bible muttered.

"Wait—no! You can't just casually drop a bomb like that and not give us the juicy details," Mio chimed in, practically bouncing with excitement.

Bible shot them both a glare. "It was... fine," he said, trying way too hard to sound indifferent.

"Just fine?" JJay blinked. "So he sucks at it. I knew it. The moment I saw him, I just knew."

He clenched his fists dramatically, as if preparing to go to war over Bible's sex life.

"He really sucked at it," Bible said, chuckling at the memory.

"WAHAHAHAHA!" JJay burst out laughing, slapping Bible on the back like he'd just won a trophy. "So he did give you a blowjob?! Bro, you nailed it—fake hubby turning into your personal night service!"

Mio joined in with a grin. "Romance plot twist! Blowy by candlelight!"

Bible groaned. "And how is this my life now..."

JJay leaned in, eyes gleaming with curiosity. "So... how is it? Doing it with a guy?"

"It's... weird, okay?" Bible ran a hand through his hair, then stomped out his cigarette. "Like, I don't even know why I let him do all those things!"

"Still deep in denial, huh?" JJay said, raising a brow.

Bible didn't answer. His silence was loud, and a little pink in the cheeks.

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POV: Jes

Jes was practically glowing with excitement. Humming to himself, he booked first-class tickets and reserved a suite at the Four Seasons Hotel George V—with a stunning view of the Eiffel Tower, of course. Everything had to be perfect.

When it came time to choose the room, his gaze lingered on the photo of the king-size bed a little too long. Unholy thoughts crept in. Jes exhaled slowly, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

Maybe we won't even leave the room, he thought. Just snuggle all day, have sex for breakfast and dinner, and sleep in between.

The fantasy was vivid enough to make his pants uncomfortably tight. He coughed, adjusted himself discreetly, and muttered under his breath, "Get a grip, Jes."

Since Jes was finally taking a vacation, something he hadn't done in over a decade, he had to work overtime just to get everything wrapped up before the weekend. He barely saw Bible during that time, which made him feel guilty. But luckily, Bible stayed at his brother's place for a sleepover, giving Jes the space to finish everything without distractions.

Still, Jes couldn't help but worry. Bible was off doing his usual chaotic stuff, and Jes tried not to think too much about it. Jealousy wasn't something he liked to admit, but it crept up on him anyway. His chest tightened at the thought of Bible hanging out with his wild friends, alcohol flowing, half-naked girls walking around the racetrack like it was normal.

But, he told himself, he had to trust him. Even if Jes usually trusted no one but himself.

And then the day finally came.

Jes drove over to Bas's place to pick Bible up for their honeymoon trip. His heart was pounding way too fast for someone just going on vacation.

Bible, of course, stood outside like he always did: dressed like the chill menace he was. Baggy pants, oversized shirt, a cap hiding most of his hair, AirPods in, and a cigarette dangling lazily from his fingers. His suitcase sat beside him like an afterthought. Jes pulled up, half expecting some kind of dramatic greeting.

Bible opened the door and slid into the passenger seat without a word. Jes blinked.

Okay. This was... weird.

They hadn't really talked in days, Jes had been drowning in work, and Bible had basically disappeared into his chaotic social circle. Now here they were, heading to Paris, and Jes didn't even know if he should say hi or throw a kiss or... fist bump? Was that what they were now? Fist-bump-honeymooners?

Jes cleared his throat, trying to gauge the vibe.

Bible finally muttered, "Hey."

Jes nodded stiffly. "Hi."

And that was it.

He started driving.

The silence in the car was... awkward. Jes, desperate to fill it, started fumbling with the radio. "Uhm, do you like this song? Or... I can change it? Or do you want silence? I can do silence. And the AC, too cold?"

Bible just shrugged, barely reacting, still scrolling on his phone. Jes gripped the steering wheel like it had personally offended him. He was a CEO, damn it. Why was he sweating over a boy in sweatpants?

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Jes had booked them first class, obviously, because no way was he going to Paris with Bible and let him complain the whole way about legroom. The moment they settled into their seats, Bible tilted his head back and groaned.

"This chair is nicer than my bed at home," he said, already sinking into it like it was a spa treatment.

Jes chuckled, loosening his tie. "Good to know your standards are so high."

A flight attendant passed by, offering champagne. Bible took one glass with a sly grin and pointedly ignored the safety demo. Jes watched him sip like he was born in luxury, like this was just another Tuesday.

"So," Jes said, trying to sound casual, "what were you even doing at your brother's place all this time?"

Bible groaned dramatically, rubbing his temples. "Ugh, don't even. I still have a headache. I drank way too much."

Jes looked at him, unamused. "Of course you did."

"But it was nice though," Bible said, perking up and raising his champagne glass. "Cheers to surviving."

He clinked it against Jes's with a mischievous grin.

Jes narrowed his eyes. "Then maybe don't drink more if your head still hurts?"

Bible shrugged. "You know what they say—keep going from where you left off." He winked and downed the rest of his glass like it was juice.

Jes blinked. "That is not how that saying goes."

"Whatever. I'm continuing the party," Bible said, already signaling the flight attendant for a refill.

Jes sighed, leaning back. "This is going to be the most stressful vacation of my life."

Bible smirked. "You're stressed because I look this good under airplane lighting."

Jes turned his face to the window. "No. I'm stressed because if I leave you alone for five minutes, you'll probably flirt with the Eiffel Tower."

"Oh please. I have standards."

"You flirted with the stewardess, Bible."

"She smiled first," Bible said, not even blinking.

Jes huffed. Bible grinned wide, cocky and bright. "Wait—are you jealous?"

Jes didn't answer right away. Instead, he reached for Bible's hand, gripping it with surprising pressure before bringing it to his cheek. He kissed the back of it slowly, deliberately, his eyes never leaving Bible's.

"Of course I'm jealous," Jes said, voice low. "I hate sharing."

Bible's brain short-circuited. His champagne went down the wrong pipe, and he started coughing, practically choking as he turned red.

Jes just raised an eyebrow, amused.

"You okay?" he asked sweetly, handing him a napkin like he didn't just ignite a fire in his seatmate's chest.

Bible waved him off, still coughing and sputtering. "You... can't just do stuff like that on a plane!"

Jes smirked. "Oh? But flirting with the stewardess is fine?"

Bible turned his face away, muttering, "I take everything back. You're the dangerous one."

"That's good, we're learning," Jes said, satisfied.

"Shia," Bible huffed, crossing his arms in disbelief.

Jes grinned and grabbed the remote. "So, let's check what's on TV. What do you wanna watch?"

"How about a zombie movie? Or something with explosions. A proper action flick."

Jes blinked. Well, he didn't know what he expected. Maybe he subconsciously thought Bible, like every girl, would want to curl up and watch something sweet and romantic, especially now that they were heading to the city of love.

Jes chuckled under his breath.

Bible looked at him, suspicious. "Why are you laughing?"

"I just... I thought you'd maybe want to watch something romantic," Jes admitted. "You know, since we're going to Paris—l'amour and all that."

Bible gave him a look. "Romantic? Look, I like flowers. I like to touch them and take pictures of them. But you don't need to buy me all that cliché crap."

Jes smirked. "So you are a bit romantic."

Bible narrowed his eyes. "You married a guy... but hey, I can buy you some flowers if you want. Kiss you under the Eiffel Tower. Maybe even hold your hand while we stroll down the Champs-Élysées," he said in a mockingly romantic tone, laughing at himself.

Jes didn't say anything. He just looked at him, quiet.

Bible blinked. "Oh," he said, his voice suddenly less playful. "You... actually wanted to do that?"

His voice cracked a little at the end, barely hiding the surprise in his face.

"I... well okay, yes, I wanted to do that. I'll say it as it is," Jes muttered, now full-on pouting in the seat next to Bible.

Bible stared at him, jaw slightly open. Was that really Jes? Mr. Mysterious Businessman Jes, now sulking like a kicked puppy?

"Oh my god," Bible whispered dramatically, "you're cute."

Jes gave him a side-eye. "Don't say that."

"No, like, seriously. This is new. Do it again."

Jes turned away, crossing his arms with the most theatrical offended posture ever. "I am not cute. I'm jealous and angry and tragically misunderstood."

Bible burst out laughing. "You're a drama king."

"Better than being a drama queen," Jes shot back.

"Touché."

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POV: AuthorAwww yes, they're heading to Paris. The city of love, lights... Jes, oh Jes, you sweet pouting mess. The deeper you fall, the harder it's going to be to tell Bible the truth. You really did this to yourself, huh?