Seokjin

I never knew what it was to not have what I want. I always knew that if I set my mind onto anything, I have it.

By hook or by crook.

Not a chance I'd compromise.

My father once told me that people like me were insufferable. We don't know when to stop. Our greed burns like a lapping fire within ourselves till we don't know when it has consumed us and swallowed us whole. Personally, I don't mind playing with that fire. Unlike those 'insufferable fools' my father strongly hates, I tend to gamble with that fire. The object of my greed.

Is it fulfilling for me?

Is it all-consuming?

Satisfying to the core?

I weigh the options. The pros and cons.

Whether it gets to me? Is it challenging enough to take over it?

I analyse the many possibilities. The minute constituents that participate in the way of possessing it.

Then...

I charge ahead.

Into the course of my need. Like a hot blazing path. An adventure in my mind. With a promise to destruct, control and fucking ravish it.

And I succeed.

Every fucking time.

Shit gets to my head. That fucking euphoria of being victorious and undefeated. That top of the world feeling. That's part of the reason I'm here in this dank club, drinking and sniffing coke to my heart's content.

The music blares unusually loud in the background and the soft feel of the leather chair squeaking under me is adding to my fun because of this hot blonde giving me a lap dance so enthusiastically.

The drugs have made it to my brain and I'm totally revelling in it. Half naked bodies grinding and fucking each other, drinks being passed carelessly, cocaine shots going off.

I live for this shit.

I can practically smell sex in the air.

Sensing my mood, the blondie on my lap starts kissing my neck with a purpose in her mind. Her lips are plump and sticky with gloss. She wants me.

Her kisses trail from my neck to the other side of my jaw, a little close to my lips when I grab her neck, her smooth tresses silky to my touch, and make her look into my eyes. The glare I give must have made it clear to her.

No kissing on the mouth.

She gulps visibly, obviously nerved, but tries her best to smirk it off with a seductive lick to her lips.

"What's your name?" I ask, amused.

"Soojin," she whispers in my ear. Her voice is velvety. Smooth.

"Do I stand a chance?" Her fingers splay on my chest, playing with the metal chain around my neck. Her eyes are drunken haze, full of sensual promises if I choose to take her to my bed. I lazily scan her body which is dressed in nothing but a bold red shimmering dress, barely covering anything.

She is hot. I'll give her that.

Her breasts are taut, jutting out underneath her dress with a generous cleavage full on display. Curves at the right places. Her hips are round and smooth.

She'll know how to work it when she's beneath me.

I don't fail to notice her squirms when I move my hands on them.

She is enjoying it.

She looks at me, clearly horny and turned on. I pull her close to me, one hand securing her waist and the other, firm on her ass. She gasps, acting surprised. As if she wasn't the same person giving me a lap dance a few seconds ago. She knows what she's doing. Trying to get herself laid by a rich guy.

Bitch.

"Absolutely," I play along, my thumb skimming on her bottom lip. They are plush and quivering with need but I refuse to indulge them. Kissing on the lips is something I will never tolerate. No matter how hot, irresistible and fuckable the woman is.

I have my reasons.

"But first..," I was stroking her lips with my thumb which smudged her lipstick badly.

"You have to snort this stuff I'm about to give you"

Her eyes go wide with apprehension at first but slowly dissolve in that trademark sultry gaze. She thinks she can escape this.

She smiles and puts my thumb in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, and gently sucks. That action stirs my loins but I control it.

It takes more than a swipe of cocaine to make me high.

"What are you waiting for? Snort it," I growl and shove her head towards the glass table which has my powder arranged on it.

She whimpers. Mostly with fear. She didn't expect this.

Her arms, which are busy steadying herself on the table, are shaking.

"Go on. Snort it, bitch!" I was losing patience at this point.

I grabbed her one arm and twisted it behind her back. She let out a terrified yelp. My lips were on her cheek, shushing her cry. Not that I cared. I wanted her submissive. And she was being a pain in the ass.

"Come on," I coaxed. "Be a good girl and snort it. I don't like my girl disobedient. Besides..," my lips grazed her jawline and neck. Her perfume was too rich.

"..sex on drugs is a never-ending feeling. Being high while reaching that high..," I inhaled deeply. The excitement was getting to me.

"..is pure fucking euphoria."

"That's it, hyung."

My eyes shot open at the rude intrusion. I lifted my face from the girl's neck. She was shaking and sweating all over. I let go of her arm and she was free to scurry away from me like a terrified rat that she was.

"What do you get from feeding off of people's fear, huh?"

The question was rhetorical so I chose to ignore it and snorted the the line of cocaine left on the table.

I was bored now. I lifted my eyes and saw Hoseok standing not far from my couch, looking at me with mischief. He was dressed in a high end suit with a touch of casual. One can never trust him to be minimal.

"You bastard," I playfully smirked. "She was about to be my lay for tonight. And you blew the chance off.

"She was about to piss herself."

I barked out a laugh, clearly high at this point.

"Good for her. She was too eager for my taste. But wouldn't indulge me when I asked her to sniff that." I pointed.

"Let's go, hyung. You're wasted." His eyes showed concern when he looked at me. I was clearly not in the mood now. Trust him to be insightful.

I let out a scoff and let my head back on the couch. My eyes were blurred, hazy. I let out a sigh.

"Whatever." I waved him off. "Get me something strong."

Hoseok nodded and signalled for the bartender.

The man understood. A strong whiskey on the rocks.

I lazily scanned the place which was brimming with sex and drugs. No respectable family would want to visit this hellhole.

It was a modern day club, rock and jazz infused surroundings with deep colours resonating the premises. The walls were a dull brick red, which housed some of the most beautiful and prized antiquities. Strobe lights danced everywhere, enhancing the playful atmosphere.

If it weren't for the dazed, drunk grinding bodies of filthy rich CEOs and corporate owners looking for a night out of unbridled pleasure, this place would have resembled a classy pub house.
It was one of the high end clubs my father owned. So the priveleges were all mine. Instinctively.

"Why are you here, Hoseok?"

He was sitting in front of me now, eyeing me with caution.

"I'm fine now," I let out a scoff. "Tell me what you got."

"Hyung," his voice was calm, collected. I was anticipating this shit.

"We found her."