"Lorraine, gorgeous, I love you. I really love you." Jimin said. "But it's so fucking weird to hold an Oscar in your hand and go to your birthday party like you're holding a cheap beer bottle."

Lorraine rolled her eyes, pulling a little on Jimin's hand as they entered Lorraine's yacht.

Yes, it was her birthday.

And she had never known how to feel about birthdays.

Materialism was one thing but birthdays usually scared her. It felt like...why did they even come every year? She felt like shit at those days. She was usually filled with guilt upto her neck on her birthdays.

It wasn't that her birthday wasn't celebrated nicely. It was just that...her mother's birthday wasn't. A part of her was vivid at her mother, always will be. For not fighting for her when she was dying. Not fighting for her when she had jumped in the fire to save her life.

But a part of her also pitied her.

Endlessly.

Because...

She had always been a kind woman. Too kind. So much so that it became her weakness. She always wondered how a man like her father even managed to get a woman like her as his wife. Well, life pulls shit.

But she had always been filled with guilt on her birthdays. A part of her still believed that maybe...just maybe if Lorraine would have tried harder, her mother and her would have had a good relationship. One in which she wouldn't have hesitated to wish her happy birthday and didn't feel like she'd melt if she showed affection.

Lorraine could never be as kind as her mother. She was still her father's daughter. Kind and strong. To put up with every bullshit her father threw on her face, she survived everything. Every chaos.

Lorraine had always felt guilty for not being there with her mother.

It was a communication gap.

So to punish herself, she resisted celebrating her birthdays.

Fuck.

This was the thing, her father still breathed down her neck. Still. Even after–

She inhaled sharply.

"If my baby wants to see the award, he sees the damn award." She replied to Jimin's previous question. The said baby was Tom, he was her baby.

Ana said she pampered him too much, but Ana could go to fucking hell. The kid had seen a lot and he deserved the world and Lorraine was going to give it to him. No, he didn't live off of Lorraine's money, he had started earning at a very early age, infact.

As they climbed up the yacht and started moving towards the cockpit - which was a club - Lorraine thought that sometimes life was too grand for a few people. People like her.

Yes, she was feeling like a sob on her birthday, sue her.

One of the workers in a black suit opened the door that led to the club and she was immediately but by a loud blast and then fucking glitter confetti was falling all over her head. Her mouth was hung open by whatever fuckery she was struck with before everyone in the room was cheering happy birthday, Lorraine and clapping.

Oh, these fucking idiots were surprising her to a birthday party that she herself paid for.

But, this kind of stupidity could be done by one person, and one person only.

Tom.

"Unlike you, I'm not eighteen kid, so shit like this embarrasses me–"

Oh.

Oh, he was here.

He was here and he was crying.

Tom was here and it hadn't hit her so hard before; it had been over an year now. She saw as he hastily looked around, seeing new people all around him as the whole club went silent. Even the music was slowed down by the DJ. Everyone gazed at Tom, Ana was cooing internally but Tom immediately started wiping his tears with his sleeves.

"Fuck– shit, it was supposed to be a happy one."

Lorraine shook her head, tears stinging her own eyes as everything blurred up. She shoved the Oscar into the hands of the nearest person and flew her hands around the boy.

She felt him shake against her as his hands came to wrap around her, pressing his face in her shoulder and had it been anyone else– she'd have cursed the shit out of them for ruining a dress worth more than their life.

"Why the fuck are you so tall?" She muttered between her crying, having a difficulty to wrap her her hands around his neck even with six inch heels. Eventually, she settled for his waist.

"I've missed you." Tom sobbed. "Raine, I fucking missed you."

She pressed herself harder against him when she realised she didn't have the power to say that she missed him more before breaking into a wild, wailing mess and smudging all of her makeup.

She could hear everyone cooing on them and she realised that it was all she needed for her birthday. Tom. That's all.

Once they were calmed down, they separated and she saw his brilliant smile, staring back at her. Still looks like a mouse when he smiles, Lorraine thought and chuckled. She turned around to see Jimin smiling back at her, she returned the smile through watery eyes as he pulled her into a hug and kissed her temple gently, laughing a little.

"Are you happy?" He asked and Lorraine had never been so sure of this question before. She nodded her head as Tom approached them.

"You're her boyfriend?" Tom asked, eyes narrowed and all.

"Ah, is this an interrogation? Protective brother and all?" Jimin raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk playing at his lips. "I love your sister. Respect her even more. Scared of her even more."

Jimin giggled when Lorraine hit his arm at the last sentence. He circled his hand around her waist and then he wasn't so playful anymore, his eyes turning sincere as she saw him gulping visibly.

"I'll be good to her, I promise."

Tom's eyes blur up a little, hooded as her sister's but suddenly softer.

"I was just gonna say you're cute but– shit just turned serious." Tom muttered, ruffling his hair and looking away for a second. He looked back and his eyes contacted with Jimin. "I don't think you need my permission or say– validation to be with her, okay? I think she's smart enough to decide for herself and strong enough to kick your ass if you hurt her."

Everyone chuckled in the club, including Lorraine.

"She's the one who's taken care of me, not the other way around."

Who'd tell Tom she wouldn't have kept going if it wasn't for him?

"But– she's still my sister, so...yeah." Tom sighed. "Don't break her heart."

Jimin pursed his lips tightly, inhaled and then said, "I won't."

Everything was quite and serious until Tom's gaze flickered down and saw the award in Jimin's hand.

"Holy shit..." he let out, eyes bulged in awe as he took it in his own hands. While the boy marvelled and kissed the golden beauty, Lorraine found the time to finally greet everyone, accepting wishes and hugs.

"Hey, Raine!" Tom yelled in the middle of her hugging Namjoon. "I have a fucking gift for you!"

Raine raised her eyebrow. "Uh-huh, really?" She asked.

Tom grinned and then ordered some man to bring in the baby apparently. And then, when the said baby came out of the curtains and onto the grand stage placed over the front, everyone was drooling and soaking the floor. Including Lorraine.

It was a fucking Rolls Royce Phantom.

Now that was a sexy baby.

"I seriously fucking love you." She muttered to Tom, still too busy taking in the bronze beauty that was the car.

From somewhere, she heard Ana saying, "Get me a brother like him."

*

Oh yes, Jimin's gift.

Despite treating Lorraine like a goddess all day, Jimin did give her a gift reluctantly.

It wasn't until then in the morning that Jimin had threw in the idea of going to one of Lorraine's horse stables for a little fun. Only for her to find out a brand new horse at the farm.

It was a Lusitano.

And Lorraine was on cloud nine honestly. She loved horses. So they had spent most of the day riding them.

Okay–

It didn't go like it. Kinda.

Maybe Lorraine had stupidly cried over the horse and how beautiful the creature was and how thoughtful and sensitive Jimin was when it came to gifts and maybe she had told him that this was the best gift she ever received from someone.

But it was too embarrassing to admit she had done that. And threw herself in Jimin's arms in happy tears.

Back to the present, Jimin currently had his lips wrapped around a cherry, taking it in his mouth completely and tying the branch with his tongue before putting it back in his liquor glass.

Maybe its because Lorraine was tipsy but every little thing that Jimin did seemed so hot.

"I think we should go somewhere else." Lorraine whispered, eyes not leaving Jimin's lips as she licked her own.

"Mhh, why not?"

Jimin husked out before leaning off the counter and heading towards the door. Leaving behind the picture of his heated stare in Lorraine's mind.

Outside, the air was crisp. Maybe because they were in the middle of the ocean, but the cold was almost biting at her skin. Nonetheless, it did little to cease the inferno inside her chest. Once the couple were inside their room, Lorraine took a breath of relief. It was warm in here. Maybe because of the candles kept on the side table.

There was a glass window behind their bed, through which she could see the ocean, it's reckless waves as the yacht cut through them.

Jimin turned around and Lorraine sucked in a breath. Shit, she forgot how intense Jimin's stare could be. His gaze always hooded in a way that drew you in. Features harder than usual and plump lips parted.

Lorraine could say something.

She could say something to rile him up. She could even make him flustered. But her brain had went into a short circuit now that she had gotten the chance to have a good look at his outfit. Jimin always wore stuff with pretty details.

Her mouth felt dry, honestly.

Then it snapped.

She took that one step which was separating her from Jimin and then her lips were on his, tongue darting out to lick into each other's mouths, desperate and raw right from the start. She pressed her body against his, hard twisting around his crist black shirt as she forced him to move further and further towards the bed.

Her chest started an inferno of its own at how pliant Jimin was being, obedient and sweet under her actions. His hands squeezed her hips, trying to grind her ass against his crotch as she attached her lips to his jaw. Parted mouth trailing down his neck, just shy of kisses, making his anticipation grow with ever second. She felt the goosebumps rise on his skin as her warm breath hit the expanse of his neck, nails digging in his nape.

Jimin mouthed softly and Lorraine straightened up, facing Jimin and staring into his hooded, glassy eyes, looking so devoid as if he was ready to beg.

"Lay down."

She felt Jimin's breath hitch, but at the same time, a stupid smile threatened to spill from his lips, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. Slowly, he leaned back until his back was pressed against the mattress, Lorraine's legs straddling his strong hips.

She hummed in satisfaction, roaming his hand from his stomach to his chest, taking her time to marvel at the miracle that was Park Jimin. Then she started undoing the buttons of his shirt, more and more flushed skin coming into view slowly. Saw the way his chest rose and fell in anticipation.

She leaned down, pressing her lips softly against his collarbone. Threading her fingers in his hair before travelling it down to the side of his neck, resting it there as she worked her mouth on his skin, moving downwards. She licked and sucked her way down till his chest, tongue darting out to graze his nipple as Jimin's mouth opened in a silent gasp, neck craning backwards.

Lorraine moved her lips till his belly button, biting at the flesh and closed ng her lips around it. It wasn't until she was entirely sure that her bites were gonna leave an angry, red bruises that she rose her head.

She bit her lip, already fumbling with the button of his jeans and pushing the denim down along with his briefs. She pressed her palm on his hardening shaft and Jimin let out a soft moan which turned into an airy chuckle.

His hand came to weave into her hair, thumb brushing her neck softly as she looked up to meet his warm eyes. She could see that he was holding back a smirk.

"Isn't your birthday supposed to be about you?" He asked, an eyebrow raised up in curiousity.

"Jimin," She breathed out, voice husky, dripping like honey. "Let me."

Jimin gulped, nodding and caressing her hair, encouraging her to go further. She breathed out, warm puffs of breath hitting his bare skin.

"You know what I want as the last present for my birthday?" She asked.

"What?"

"I want you all messed up."

She could see the way Jimin held his breath, the way his skin flushed, from his face to chest.

"Mess me up."

And here's the thing, Lorraine was never the one for messy things. Because her life had almost always been a shithole of a mess so she had come to despise it to a great level. 

Even though being a child of chaos, she needed sophistication. She wanted to look all gathered up and someone who had her shit figured out. Even in her fashion, she needed looks that screamed sleekness.

But with Jimin...he made her love her other side. Messier, thoughts scattered in all directions. Because he was just like her.

Without wasting any more time, Lorraine wrapped her lips around the tip of his length, tongue pressed against his slit. Jimin threw his head back in a breathy, choked-up moan. She squeezed the base of his shaft, sinking down and taking him deeper into her mouth, tongue pressed flat. 

Jimin's breathing accelerated, body spasming on the bed. Sucking in her cheeks, she took more of him until he started to hit the back of her throat, her hand still pumping the base.

His fingers dug into the bedsheet, gripping it tightly as his other hand tugged at her hair. But even while having the access, he didn't try to push himself down her throat, which made it easier to take him deeper. His moans became uncontrollable and louder as her pace gradually built up.

She stroked his hips, dragging her hands down his fleshy thighs, using nails only because Jimin loved it. The stomach of his muscles were taut as Lorraine bobbed her head up and down, mouth wet and hot around him, the slick gagging sounds outright vulgar. She gripped the base harder and he choked, her mouth sucking his tio teasingly, torturing him.

She kept licking the tip, making Jimin writhe with the absence of her mouth. His soft moans were music to her ears. Jimin bucked his hips forward, trying to push himself in her mouth but she pinned his hips back on the bed, lightly digging the pad of my thumb in his hip bone.

She could see Jimin glazed, hooded eyes rolling at the back of his head. Frustrated, yet so drowned in ecstasy. Body hot and bothered, pants leaving his parted lips as a thin layer of sweat covered his body. 

"More-" He pleaded. "More, please– fuck."

She took him in her mouth again, picking up the pace from the start. Jimin gasped.

"Lorraine."

He came shortly after that, spilling in her mouth as she gulped each and every drop down. Then she faced Jimin, smashing her lips against his in a raw, messy kiss. Sloppy as they took and took from each other. When they separated, Lorraine rested her forehead against Jimin's, panting and stroking Jimin's cheek, trying to soothe him down. Jimin rested his own hand atop Lorraine's, squeezing the back of it warmly.

"You know what?"

Lorraine asked, making Jimin open his eyes and look at her. God, Jimin's eyes. So intense when they took a shade of darker brown. Glossy and dazed.

"Sometime...when we have a whole night for ourselves, I'll do so many things to you." She kissed his temple. "And oh, I'll make you do so many things for me."

Jimin's lips stretched into a grin, breathy chuckles escaping from his lips and sounding like heaven's bells.

"Yes, I'll even bark for you."