|Ridiculously unpredictable|

Jimin snapped out of his trance, finally assimilating what the hell was going on.

Wait, this isn't another hell of a dream, right?

The strident buzzing of the phone deliquesced his musing. Leona scanned her phone. No, wait. It was his phone. She shot him an impish smirk before taking the call.

"Hello," her voice was oh sweet that it pained his ear. Jimin sauntered towards her to get his phone, but the winter hair beauty was prompt to jump behind the couch.

"He-hello, may I speak to Jimin?" a soft delicate voice asked her.

Jimin threw a wilting black look, menacing to entomb Leona alive, but she didn't give a shit about his blazing face.

"Leona, stop messing around." He warned her calmly, sailing to the right side, to which she hastened to the left of the couch.

"Oh yes, he is here. Right in front of me, standing half-naked with a throbbing boner and extremely sexually frustrated look," she told the woman on the call and winked at Jimin, who stood bewildered at her response.

"He is busy, so stop calling. It's fucking irritating," Leona deadpanned to the woman to the other end.

Jimin charred. "Leona, I swear you are gonna pay f-"

"Here, take this irritating lighting box back." The evil eye woman quit the call and hurled his phone at him.

Jimin captured it in a swift move, eyeing Leona perching on the couch like she did nothing.

Anger flitted in his veins, depressing his eyes. The grey mist smog swirled in helix, and a serpentine glint flickered in his gusty orbs. Leona's smirk flattered when the playfulness aura slid off his fingers as he stood in front of her.

"So, you wanna play, huh?" he rasped.

Her eyes unwantedly lick in the sharp v line to up his rock-hard eight abs, so toned that rises a question if they are real. He was so tall and huge and he could chuck her down the nudge of his fingers. Oh, but damn! Damn to that nipple piercing.

"All you had to do was ask. With pleasure, I will play with you." Jimin shuffled closer till their knees touch, the rough fabric of his jeans rubbed against her knees, and their pulverizing eyes summoned to contest.

Alarmed that the situation was crunching in the way she didn't want, Leona stirred, but Jimin clasped his large hand on her shoulder, hotfoot pushing her to incline back.

"What the hell, Jimin?"

Her creamy lips let out a gasp when the sexy bastard pressed his right knee in the soft mattress of the couch, right beside her thigh, and leaned over her frame.

"Let me tell you something," his voice dropped, evolving in silk ribbons and haze of the sierra.

His hand still grasping her shoulder blade and eyes never leaving hers. Leona's heart picked a strange pace, clouding her sane thoughts when his face halted inches away from her. The woody and chocolate whiffs jammed her lungs as Jimin tilted his head, leaning closer so that his bare chest was grazing her perky nipples.

A shudder scampered down to her toes, and she gulped in a steamy gust.

His hot breath tickled on the shell of her ear. "I had a very pure dream."

"And who asked?" she queried, ignoring the heat rushing in her veins.

A rick chuckle abandoned his hot mouth. "You should know since you were the main lead."

"Getting wet dreams about me? Just how horny and desperate are you?" she scoffed at the shamelessness of the half-naked man.

"Want to know? Let me show you then," his voice was so deep, the texture of husk blending with velvet.

His warmth illuminating from his body lured her in to just grab his neck and pull him over, but Leona wasn't the woman who could be swayed by the little tricks of Casanova.

"If you think your disgusting smirks and words will earn you your way with me, then honey, you are delusional." Holding his gaze steady, she crossed her arms in front of her chest and smiled.

Jimin arched his brows, a smirk tiptoeing on his lips as if saying~ I accept the challenge. He slowly, very slowly tiptoed his fingers to her signature gloves and lazily dragged them up.

"Aren't you hot?" He whispered, voice embracing the rough feeling. "Since you are here, how about taking a cool shower with me?"

Even through velvety fabric, she could feel the passion radiating from his fingertips which pulled the strings of something she didn't felt for a long time.

"Oh, hold that thought. I have to work out first," His voice was filled with so much lust that it flipped her paunch.

"You need to work out, work out on your ridiculous charms." She was trying to sound stern, but a shudder was visible in her voice.

He ignored her. "Or I can just skip gym and sweat with you instead." He dipped his head, ever so slightly grazing his hot lips over the delicate shell of her ear. "Are you feeling it down there?"

Why she wasn't pushing him away? Because she simply wanted to prove a point that he didn't affect her a bit.

Not even a bit. She was perfectly calm, serene like a deep ocean.

"Leona," he whispered, a piercing needle stung at her lower belly, trembling her nervous system.

His gaze held her so captivated that the winter hair beauty almost let her guard down. She snapped back to reality when his hot fingers touch the naked skin of her neck, on the tattoo carved on her.

"I am just a millisecond away to shove my knee right in your ugly balls," she threatened him, eyes lacking all the tingling feeling she was suffering.

Jimin amusingly smiled and held his hand up, chuckling and throwing himself on the couch beside her. Leona fired him a glare, but he didn't stop laughing. What's even funny?

"Asshole." She knew that the bastard was aware of his effect on every fucking human.

He knew that his touch could drag a saint under him.

"Why are you here, baby? Missed me too much in past days?" he asked, cocking his head and biting the tip of his index finger that just caressed her.

"My manager is busy, and I need coffee. You gotta drive me to the company," she said, admiring her gloves.

"But I sent Chul to pick you up."

Leona waved her hand. "I lock him up with my manager."

Jimin blinked at the information and deadpanned, "Why do you do questionable things? You are-"

"Excellent. Dexterous. I am aware."

"No, ridiculously unpredictable."

She shot him a phantom smile, seeming pleased with herself. "They evidently want to fuck. And it was annoying to witness that sexual tension." Her eyes eerily gleamed. "You want to fuck that Chohee girl, don't you?"

Jimin almost choked on his saliva, quickly regaining his posture back. "You picked her calls?"

"Nah, I just did now, in front of you. That woman got no chill, she fucking called like ten times. Hurry, I want my coffee, then you can jerk off," she said, pulling her sketching iPad on her thighs that were so distracting Jimin.

Jimin violently shook his head, standing away from her with a deep frown, and strolled into the kitchen murmuring, "Why I am following her orders?"

Flexing his shoulders, he pulled his phone out and went through call history. Chohee contacted him like ten times in the past few days. Regret and irritation jazzed up his bronze skin with nettles.

"Leona told her that, now Chohee must have gotten it all wrong." Jimin stooped back on the counter and his fingers type a text to clear up the misinterpretation. He backspaced it, then rephrased his words but still couldn't send.

"My coffee!"

Jimin internally screamed, scraping his face. "Gosh, this woman is so enraging. Why she has to be the goddamn Ebony?"

He dropped his phone back in his jeans and poured her the coffee, intentionally adding two teaspoons of salt and five teaspoons of sugar.

"You are being childish, Jimin. But whatever," he muttered, grinning to himself.

He hooded a straight face and treaded back into the living room, and found Leona standing in front of the pale blue wall, looking at her first debate painting.

That painting literally shook the painting world and since then he had been the fan of the flame, Ebony. Not just him, even his mother idolized the artist a quite lot.

"That's my mother's favourite painting," he told her, keeping the cup of coffee down. Leona turned around and he noticed a burning cigarette in her hand.

His face abraded on its own. He couldn't stand the pungent sniff of that shit but didn't say anything to her.

"Glad to know," her retort was dusty as she inflated a huge puff, nestling back on the couch and exhaling the grey ringlet.

She peeked at the coffee then at the man perching across her, before chucking the cigarette right into the cup.

"The hell you did that for?" Jimin snapped, eyes shooting bullets of pure rage and pique.

Pushing her hair behind her back, the winter hair beauty bridged her knee over her leg and staggered back on the settee.

"The next week shoot you are doing," she said, eyes twinkling in devilry and hellish smile glowing on her face, "Don't do the shoot with Kwon Sia."

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Leona: *cleared her throat* he doesn't affect me.

Me: Yeah. Shore.

Leona: He doesn't, Amaya!

Me: Sure, babe.

Leona: *push me down the building*