"Get out," she commanded.

"I didn't plan on staying."

Jimin cast a last glance at her breathless frame and strut on his feet. He was prompt to get away, miles away. He sashayed to the elevator and leaped inside with cracking nerves. His mind was deviant as he ran his thumb over his lower lip. The softness of her rose petal lips simmered a tingling feeling inside his chest.

I can't believe I lost it, He thought, running his fingers through his messy hair. She had her fingers tangled in them. And damn how he was going to overlook that sensation.

Jimin beetled back on the elevator wall, staring at his punctilious melanoid shoes as if they would counterclaim all his queries. He yapped, embittered at how a woman could take over him. A woman he barely knew, a woman who was nothing but an explosive that will blast his life into chunks of dross.

 He slanted inside the office and before his eyes could envisage it, Ryan lurched at him, his fist welding on the right hook of his jaw.

"Ryan!" Chul screeched, witnessing Jimin staggering back a step and wincing. 

Shit. That hurt. 

He heaved his stormy and confused gaze at the seething man who was jerking his hand, with an outrageous scowl parading on his face.

"Jimin! You okay?" Chul scampered beside Jimin, analyzing the purplish bruise. He clout him in place, aware of the fact that he was about to shred Ryan.

Ryan sneered and treaded toward Jimin with menacing flares blazing in his honey eyes. "What? Come at me. I guess this was going to happen sooner or later."

Jimin craned his neck, flexing his shoulders and ghastly smirk staining his confused state. "Fine. I am high on adrenaline, anyway. It's better to punch you rather than bang some chick."

Ryan deluged but Chul shoved him back. "Stop! Ryan! Stay put!"  Chul shot Jimin a look, a manager look that Jimin knew well. It was a bad sign. "Boss, we are in company, just a gentle reminder."

Of course, the aforementioned senile gimmick. The threat to his reputation or company Jimin could splurge water on the smoldering afire of whatever was inside him. He was born prestigious, he was taught to look upon his actions, his words, his demeanor. He wouldn't sabotage the brand of Park Jimin for anything in the world.

"Knock it off you two or I am calling Leona to get this shit sort out!" Chul gritted his teeth, trying his best to not lose his cool.

"No!" Ryan and Jimin vociferated synchronously.

"Then stay the heck away from each other. Ryan stops with that glare as if he accused your dick is small. Jimin, stop clenching your jaw if you still want to continue your modeling career."

He squashed the males away from each other and started shooting a quick text. "I am canceling the evening meeting and premier invitation. You are not going there like a douchebag who loves picking fights. Then we are going to have some serious talk," Chul announced with an austere velleity, not that Jimin was paying heeds to his talks.

Ryan dusted off his blazer, tiptoeing to disappear from the crime scene. 

"Get your ass back here! You are coming with us. You better get ready for a lawsuit. If the bruise is bad, I am suing you and so is Galaxy entertainment," shrieking, Chul grabbed the keys, gesturing the men to follow him with their lips sealed. 

They obliged.

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After hearing the clumps of profanities from Chul that Jimin never knew existed, Wes dragged them to his apartment. The egregious frolic between Tayson and Ryan didn't triumph over even after settling on the couch, across from each other.

Wes arrived back in the living room, now the shirt messily tugged, top three buttons open, raven curls gorgeously cascading down his forehead. His sharp features were dynamite in the glimmer of fading light and annoyance in his bones.

Jimin rolled his eyes, witnessing the flares of hunger igniting in Ryan. "You are eye fucking my manager."

"Like you eye fuck my boss every single day," Ryan cocked his head, fisting his hands in balls. Then it made sense to Tayson. He must have watched them kiss through the laptop.

Jimin shrugged, not even denying it, and threw in a question, "You punched me cause I kissed her?"

"Happy realization." Ryan clapped in hand in travesty.

Chul chucked a pillow at him, rankling, "I am warning you, Ryan, stop it. Act like an adult and spill it out!"

"Spill what?! That how his nasty tongue was down her throat and his hands all over her an- Ugh!" Ryan buried his face in his hands, muffling his next few words.

Jimin strived to be attentive with his words, even though he knew these aren't his type of plight to deal with. "Look, I didn't pre-planned it. It..just happened."

 Chul poured the burnished liquids into the crystal glasses, adding nearly six thick ice cubes into them as they needed to go skinny dipping in the arctic ocean.

Jimin clutched the glass in his hand, taking small sips, not wanting to get drunk. And not wanting to talk about it, fighting was a better option. 

Should I splash it on his face? I need to fight. One square in the jaw, at the least.

"Jimin," Chul steered with a chastising tone that fatigued the crap out of Jimin. "You said that you were going to her office to talk about the contract and let her leave to wherever she wants but what we saw certainly wasn't talking."

Jimin stared at the golden drink in the glass, coolly whirling with sizzling ice and flecks of brown and red. He threw his head back, seizing a huge gulp. The alcohol burned his throat just like her touch pierced his skin and swooned his mind.

Ryan made a tsk sound twice. "Talk and him? He just went there to get in her pants. That's all he has been doing from the very first day."

Jimin slammed the glass down on the table. "I don't know what happened..." he trailed, not fathoming how to clarify it when he couldn't decipher things with Leona. How in the realm did he let himself lose? Hell, he had never been reckless around a woman?  He had the patience of a saint. Wavering his control? Not even close! He never did and was sure never will. 

"I just walk in there to talk but when she began talking about blurring lines and shit, something came over to me. I just knew I don't want to abandon her cause she said that she has to do something about Sia's accident and the fire breaking in the company. I think that's complete bullshit."

Ryan blinked at him, precisely not believing his utterance. "That still doesn't explain why you kissed her."

"You imbecile twit, I kissed her cause I wanted to. She wanted me to. I am attracted to her if that's what you are fishing for," Jimin declared, crushing the ice cube to get his hot head to glaciate.

There I said it.

Ryan let out a dry chuckle. "I think you are more fascinated with her past. Isn't that what you are after? Constantly bringing it up, installing hidden cameras, talking about your fucked up past.  Wait, did you install hidden cameras in her bedroom or something. I wo-"

"Stop right there! Ryan, don't forget who are you talking to. Don't spew nonsense!" Chul snapped, glancing at Jimin who was close to breaking his gelid facade and murdering him. 

The muscles in Jimin's jaw worked, the veins in his neck popped as he gulped the drink in one go, immediately up for another. 

"Let me ask you something," Jimin said, leaning back on the couch and keeping his ankle on his knee. "Is something wrong with her?"

Ryan visibly stiffened, every limp going rigid under the knowing gaze of the glorious male. His blank stare and silence were Jimin's answers. Three of them dwelled in a hush, waiting for either of them to react and break the ice. Jimin, who was a master in knocking off such intense situations, didn't know what to do.

Ryan nervously licked his lips, restlessly shifting on the couch. "I will just say that stay away from her," he spoke after a long nauseating still.

"I don't want to."

"Jimin," Ryan stressed, no longer appearing pissed but anxious. "It's for your good. It might be just a mild attraction for you but no, with Leona, terms and things aren't that simple. You have got a perfect life; family, an excellent career in the film industry, the position of director in one of the largest companies, reputation, things that you have worked brutally hard and I highly respect you for those. Once you crawl into her life, you are gonna lose it all. I mean it. She is not the woman of glitters, not someone who would make someone's life. She loves to destroy, and I hate to admit this, but that's what she is. She is already fighting with herself, and trust me, you don't want to be a part of her game. Stay away from her and you will be living your life peacefully."

Jimin didn't know how to interpret the things Ryan said, or simply he just didn't want to. He knew she was destruction, he knew she was venomous, he knew what he was getting himself into and nothing stopped the blossoming allurement between them. How could he explain that the moment he see her, his heart pounded like a wild beast, his mind raced faster than lights, there was itch in his fingers to touch her, ticking on his lips to know her, desperation in his eyes to unfold her dark past.

"You make her sound like a psychopath," Jimin said, and Ryan didn't even flinch at it. "Is she?"

"Don't ask me the questions you are not ready to hear the answers to." Ryan chugged down the fourth glass. "But I will tell you this since you already saw it. She killed herself nine times. She set a fire in the apartment I lived in so I could come and live with her. She-"

Jimin hissed."Don't. Whatever it is, I will hear it from her." 

Ryan stared at him fore a moment then shook his head. Then he gestured at his jaw "Umm..and..sorry about that. I kinda freaked out when I saw you two sucking each other's faces."

"Oh? I thought you might be turned on since  Chul was right there with you," Jimin asserted, glimpsing at Jimin who passed out beside him. "What's your deal with him?"

Ryan shrugged, rubbing his temples. "I swear this man is the dumbest person I have met. Dickhead. No offense."

"None taken. Then why you fucked this dumb man?" Jimin arched his brows as Ryan squinted his eyes in response. "What? You owe me this after interrogating me as if you are her overprotective father."

Rolling his eyes, Ryan slurred, "I like this dumb fuckface. Even though I know I deserve better and he pretty much used me for sex and said it was a mistake. Not just that, he dared to say that his girlfriend, Soppy is b-"

"Her name is Poppy, you assholes."

Jimin and Ryan jumped out of their skin when Chul bolted straight, scowling at the two.

"I thought you were jacking off in your dreams with me, kitten," Ryan said, laughing for nothing.

"Kitten? Disgusting." Jimin made a face, bringing the glass to his lips but the drink was snatched away from him.

"Alright, you two are wasted and it's not even night yet." Chul snagged the glass from Ryan who whined and wrapped his arms around his waist. 

"Get lost. I think you could do much better than the dumbest man like me who also happens to be a dickhead." Chul struggled to pull away from Ryan, but the drunk man buried his face in the crook of his neck, kissing his way up his jaw.

"And that's my cue to leave," Jimin hoisted, stumbling when the pang of dizziness flashed at the back of his head.

"Sit your ass down, just sleep over. You have nothing on schedule and I am not letting you drive in the evening and crash into some poor tree."

"Jeez, thanks for the care, but I didn't sign up for hearing your moans and grunts. I texted the driver long before. He must be here already. And I hope you break it off with that Piri, you don't deserve her." Jimin grabbed his phone and wallet, making a loathsome face at Ryan who scrunched his nose and proceeded with his sweet assault on Chul.

"Be safe, okay? Go straight home, don't make me call the driver and specifically tell him the same," Chul said as Jimin tumbled his way to the door.

"Baby boy, I want you so bad." Jimin heard Ryan mutter and swiftly took a turn, marching at the tangled bodies of Ryan and Chul.

"Wh-"

Before Chul could say a thing, Jimin's fist landed square on Ryan's jaw, and a loud groan resonated in the room, satisfying him. He smiled down at Ryan, who held his busted lips, glaring at him.

"You are an asshole, you know?" Ryan hissed, while Chul firmly held him down.

Jimin spun on his heels and swayed his hand. "Your super hot boss keeps reminding me that."

"Home!" Chul yelled behind his retreating figure.

"Where else would I even go?" 

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The next thing Jimin knew was that he was standing in front of Leona's house, too drunk to even care. 

"It's a bad idea," he mumbled to himself.

You want to do it cause it's bad.

"Of course." He toiled to wander straight into the driveway, cognizant fishing for an excuse for his presence. Abruptly, someone crashed into him solid, tackling Jimin on his butt.

"Fuck, my treasured butt!" he cursed out loud, as the anonymous person rushed past him. Within a flash, Jimin saw a car retreating away, a somewhat familiar car.

Then he heard her wrecking scream.

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