Lorraine stepped into the luxury Ana had booked in Las Vegas. Her friends, or should she say 'party friends' along with her reached her safely and Jimin came an hour later than them.

To her surprise, his look was changed from the last time she saw him. Her hair were dyed silver now and was wearing casuals. It was hilarious how hard he was trying to not get noticed. Thankfully, he reached to the hotel unnoticed.

She had insisted her friends to take him with them because she wanted to see him badly, Duh.

Not that they didn't want to tag him along, the last time he had came there was a blast to the party. They had all enjoyed his company and all but there was this feeling to Lorraine, she felt jittery all over.

She dozed off in his thoughts, it was happening quite a lot these days. He is contagious. In a healthy way or not, she didn't know.

Sure he'd be less toxic than me.

She rolled her eyes at herself, shrugging off the thought and beginning to get ready for the club. Why did Ana want to come here if she just wanted to go clubbing?! She's an idiot. She always wastes time.

Lorraine took a shower before wearing her outfit which was a black cocktail dress which hugged her body perfectly well. She was used to it.

She started doing her hair and makeup hurriedly because she had took too long in the shower.

Maybe after fifteen minutes of her recklessly trying to do a smokey eye, the doorbell of her hotel room dinged.

"C' min."

Still focused on curling the last bits of her hair, she didn't give a glance at the door to acknowledge the person whose footsteps resonated through the room unless the person itself halted behind her.

It was Jimin. His freshly dyed hair were pushed back, showing off his forehead. Wearing some tight jeans, ripped from the thighs to show off his milky skin underneath along with a white shirt and a black jacket over it. He looked so effortlessly stunning.

Lorraine's mouth felt dry. She could say she had seen him in almost every looks now. During their video calls, he looked as much of a disaster as her. Sometimes in bed, sometimes exhausted and sweaty all over. Sometimes in the middle of the shoot.

"You look beautiful." He admitted, cutting the train of her thoughts. She averted her gaze back at herself through the mirror. And yes, she had to admit she looked beautiful, mentally face palming herself for being so self absorbed.

"I know."

He chuckled, amused. "You kept your deal, making me sneak out again."

At that Lorraine pursed her lips, to say the least she was annoyed.

"This," she started. "This isn't called sneaking out. It's supposed to be fun. You don't sneak out in the middle of your shoot! I hate Ana–"

"Calm down, lady."

"No, Ana is so childish. Always. She has to do something utterly non sense to piss me off."

"Okay, Lorraine, bet I'll make it worth it then." He said with a small smile playing at his lips.

She stood up and that's when the tension kicked in. A thick silence flooding the room as they stared at each other, senses numbed and thoughts fuzzy.

He had this effect on her. He was always so charismatic. His very presence sent jolts of electricity down her spine. Something in the back of her mind told her that he was exactly like her. The closer she got to him the more she figured that out. He craved things she did, money, fame, success, dignity. They chased it like crazy.

That's exactly what their aura radiated and when it mingled, it created something called a fine line of lust and passion.

Like right now when he checked her out from head to toe and whispered, "How do yo always stand out from the rest?"

Lorraine borrowed some confidence from her half-conscious self and smirked. "Ask yourself."

Jimin inhaled deeply, closing his eyes for a few moments before leaning in.

"What is tonight's plan, Lorraine?"

She shifted her gaze, unsure of what his question meant.

"What's tonight's plan?"

"You know that your presence makes me go haywire don't you?" He asked, honey voice hushed and sultry, deep brown orbs petering at her as a copy smile stretched at his lips. "So, what's tonight's plan?"

Lorraine was consumed in infatuation, unconsciously leaning into his ear. She was a little out of place, yes, but not as much.

She leaned into his ear, her hot breath fanning at his skin as her fingers grazed at her sides as she whispered,

"Welcome to the party, Jimin."

*****

The lights and the music fused together, melting on the dancing bodies, creating an inferno of excitement in Lorraine's stomach. The beats of the music were so loud, it passed through her chest and reverberated in her heart.

They made their way to the VIP zone of the club that screamed richness, settling on the booth they had booked for tonight.

They all entered the club, heading upstairs to the VIP zone where their table was booked.

Ana, the birthday girl had already stated she was gonna get the best birthday fuck ever. Through out Jimin and Lorraine's many conversations, he had learned Ana had the highest sex drive in their group. Really not an information he wished to learn though.

Matt and Ivey, were as usual sitting together. Ivey was wearing a black cocktail dress, with heavy smokey eyes and her caramel blonde hair curled gracefully. She was always the 'sunkissed' aesthetic type but tonight she was looking a total bad ass.

Lorraine cursed under her breath when Jimin's thigh grazed hers, a swift reminder of what they had discussed to do tonight.

She took another sip of the golden liquid in her glass to calm her nerves. Too intense. Jimin was too intense for anyone's good.

After that, things escalated quickly. One moment they were all dancing together in the centre of the crowd and another moment they had separated as couples.

Jimin's chest was pressed onto Lorraine's back, their hips moving languidly against each other's, the heat refusing the cede as they continued dancing.

Jimin turned Lorraine by her hips to face him. She gasped, stumbling backwards with the force of the impact and was sure she'd land on her ass until a pair of arms wrapped around her middle, pulling her back against Jimin's broad chest.

The sudden proximity made Lorraine struggle for air, the musky scent of Jimin's cologne clouding her mind and she just stayed in the same position, nudging her nose closer to Jimin's throat to get a better sample from the intoxicating smell. She caught herself when she heard Jimin chuckle onto the crown of her hair.

Lorraine leaned away a bit to get Jimin's face into focus, a lazy smile creeping on her lips when she saw Jimin staring back at her, the singer's hands widely spread over Lorraine's lower back, holding her in place, even though Lorraine had no plan of distancing herself any time soon.

She trailed her hands over the soft fabric of Jimin's shirt, the white glowing up every time the neon lights touched him. Lorraine's hands found their way to the slightly taller's neck and she tilted his head forwards, lips lightly tracing over the soft expanse of Jimin's throat and she started to leave trails of kisses along it, occasionally stopping to draw a little bit of blood to the surface, admiring how the red looked so well on Jimin's golden skin.

It didn't taste too well, the traces of Jimin's cologne bitter in her mouth, but she couldn't get herself to care, not when Jimin made such pretty noises.

The actress was pulled from her trance when Jimin started to move, hands clutching Lorraine's waist and hips tilting upwards, grinding against her lower abdomen. She groaned at the spike of lust running through her like a current, sharp fingernails digging into Jimin's neck and pulling him down, slotting their lips together in a drawled kiss, Lorraine's body moving on auto-pilot and trying to be as close to Jimin as possible.

Jimin's tongue licked across the back of Lorraine's teeth, eliciting a moan from her as she joined the game, exploring the other's mouth with eagerness and trying to meet Jimin's body at the same time.

The song had changed a long time ago, turning into a more slow, sensual one, which Jimin quickly professionally adapted to, the rolls of his hips now downright sinful. Lorraine broke their kiss and lightly nudged at Jimin's chest to get his attention.

Her heart was thrumming heftily in her chest, partly because of the music and partly because of Jimin. Little did she know that something much more darker was brewing inside her at the mere thought of Jimin's touch. Something deeper than lust which she was shoving aside since there beginning, and still.

"Corner."