Joohyun

I have a love-hate relationship with my job. I love writing so much that I can't comprehend myself living without it. On the other hand, I hate it so so much to the point that it consumes me to such an extent, I don't see myself doing anything apart from it.

That's the case with everything in my life.

I've been cooped up in my apartment for five whole days, surrounded by numerous empty cups of coffee and half crushed cigarette butts, writing constantly without any furtive breaks. To any other person, this place might look like an addict's den. But it's all a part of me now-my laptop, pencil shavings, roughly strewn papers and stale cigarette smoke. Home.

The final outline of my new book had been approved by Sooyoung, albeit a bit of persuasion from my side. She wanted to go for a dramatic flair in the story but I insisted on making it mysterious yet palpable.

A love story between a handsome professor and an enigmatic librarian in a university setup?

Quite romantic.

Clichè but I'm proud of it.

Cracking my knuckles, I get up from my work table and stretch my body languidly, suddenly craving for a warm bath. Lavender and all that.

I head to the bathroom, leaving a trail of my clothes behind-sweats, bra, panties. Once I enter, my eyes fall on my reflection in the full length mirror on the tiled wall.

I couldn't help but give an appreciative look to myself-my face to my feet.

A smile creeps its way onto my mouth.

I may not be extraordinarily beautiful but I sure as hell have a spectacular body.

My skin is unbelievably smooth, always giving off a creamy finish. My arms and legs, toned and my stomach, taut as if being carved by precision.

These days, I felt extra confident lately. Not that I wasn't before. But right now, when I look at my body, I feel this undeniable urge to compliment myself. To cherish it.

I don't know what they say about self love. I was never a fan of it. I was curious at some point but the urge never rose.

But today, something really riled me up.

Slowly, I touched my cheeks softly, moving my fingertips to my lips just to get the feel of them, caressing the bottom lip a tad bit longer.

As if I'm in a trance, I close my eyes and slide my palms to my throat, my neck arching and moving in accordance. I cross my hands to feel my shoulders and gently massage them, feeling its smooth surface. I glide my palms down, treading my way to my breasts and cradle them.

They are exquisite. Firm, soft, pillowy.

I let out an exhale, not realising I was holding my breath.

It's like my hands have a mind of their own. They roam my body, touching, caressing and revelling in its softness. They reach my stomach, going lower and lower....

"Fuck.. fuck..so good.."

My eyes shoot open, suddenly aware of my surroundings, his voice from that night echoing in my brain.

What the hell?

My breathing was ragged and I was standing here in front of my bathroom mirror, naked and confused.

Why was Jin in my mind now?

This wasn't the first time, though.

I shake my head and proceed to fill my bathtub, infusing it with a few essential oils. It was a well deserved bath, if not a regular one.

I gently push myself in the warm water and lather my body generously with strawberry and lime body wash. My favourite.

This should stop. My mind reeling towards that night at the drop of a feather.

It's dangerous.

I knew this would happen. I tend to veer towards such men-sensual and full of sinful promises. This wasn't new.

And the most annoying thing was that I initiated something that would have me in his arms again in no time.

I smile, thinking about our last meeting. It was chaos. A total mayhem. His brother. My friend. And him.

What were we thinking?

I laugh at no one in particular, enjoying my misery and the surprises my future would unfold.

This is interesting.

After I'm done with my bath, revitalized and refreshed, I dry myself and slather my body with a nice amount of coco butter and moisturizer. The smell is beautiful and Im addicted instantly.

I dress up in a cashmere sweater and high waisted black jeans, combing my hair roughly to tame them.

I look at the mirror and smile, quite satisfied with my look.

Donning a pair of nice woollen socks, I trudge my way to the bookshelf and take out my half read book, dog eared and prepped for my next reading.

Just then, my phone rings with a distinct ringtone. Sooyoung.

I pick up and greet her, "What's it now, Sooyoung?"

"Plans changed. Yours, I mean. Get ready and by ready, I mean 'sexy'. I'm picking you up at seven sharp. We are going to have some fun. Atleast, you should," she told in one breath. "Honestly, seeing you jailed in your home like that made me feel bad. You shouldn't torture yourself, Joohyun."

I let out a sigh. "You won't stop till I say 'yes', won't you?"

"Absolutely."

"Alright. I'm in. Just don't faint when you see me in red."

She laughed. "You are one sadistic bitch, Joohyun. Poor men there."

I chuckled. "See you at seven."

Glancing at the clock, I curse out loud. It's 6 now!

Sooyoung, you prick.

I barely have an hour to get ready and I'm in my casuals now. Good thing I had a bath earlier.

I go to my closet and fish out a mid length dress, a comfortable beauty, which very well accentuates my figure.

A strapless red dress, flowing from my waist and reaching upto my knees. A graceful beauty indeed.

A touch of makeup, red being the highlighting colour and a pair of sexy stilletos, I'm great to go.

It's way past 6:50 now and Sooyoung could be here anytime.

As if on cue, my doorbell rings and I put on a wrap around my shoulders, to not expose them to the cold when I go out.

I open the door and am greeted by a pair of horrified eyes looking at me.

"What?" I ask.

"You look stunning. So what's the wrap for?"

I shrugged.

"Take it off now."

"Sooyou—"

"No." She is adamant. "What good are those sexy shoulders if not seen? Seriously, take it off."

"Yes ma'am." I take it off and throw it on the couch nearby. "You look amazing by the way." I told her, smiling.

She was. A beautiful shimmering black dress with a long slit at the side. It reached upto her calves and really complimented her figure.

"Thanks." She smiled back and we headed out to her car.

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A few minutes in her Ashton Martin and we reach the place of our destination in no time.

I should have known.

"This is..." I knew this place and I didn't get good vibes from it.

"Yep. The one and only." She had mischief dripping from her face.

This place was every chaebol's heaven. A high end VIP club with every type of entertainment hidden in its grand pocket. And not to mention the obvious, it was owned by Kim Hoojun. Seokjin's father.

The possibility of bumping into him here was very, very high.

"You really meant it when you said you wanted to have fun, didn't you?"

"Correction, babe. We are going to have fun." Typical Sooyoung. "Seriously, when was the last time you got laid?"

I scoffed. You really don't wanna know that, Soo.

"Let's go."

We made our way inside, greeted by an array of different sights.

Okay. This isn't surprising. At all.

People. More people. And more people. Maybe the fact that I was in my house for a long time must have made me a stranger to this surrounding.

It was just me and my laptop for days.

I have to get a hold of myself.

I would have been fine if it was just a normal club with people talking and dancing but this is something totally different from what I imagined.

People were... uninhibited?

They were dancing, grinding each other to point of dry humping and...doing drugs?

Woah.

I had a weird feeling coming in here and it's really getting solid as the seconds pass.

"Whoops." Sooyoung turned towards me with mock guilt miring her features. She knew I'm not fond of these places.

I frowned at her, not concealing my displeasure. "You better be having a real good excuse for bringing me here, Sooyoung."

"Oh, I have one," She perks up. "To see you get wasted."

I groan loudly. "Go on now. What do you want me to do now?" I close my eyes, rubbing my eyebrows in annoyance.

"For starters..." She takes my hand and leads me to the dancefloor. "Let's dance."

I stand there awkwardly as Sooyoung already had herself immersed in the song playing and started swaying her body with the music.

Chase Atlantic. I can never mistake those beats.

I say fuck it and start dancing with her too. My red dress flowing along with my body, my hips and legs moving in accordance with Mitchel's voice. He is my favourite.

A few minutes pass and I'm still dancing, my limbs tired but my body not giving in. I was enjoying this.

How long has it been since I let myself loose like this?

This feeling is euphoric to the the point of addicting and that is the sole reason I don't let myself indulge in it. Because if I do, it's really hard for me to come back. And trust me, I tried.

Sooyoung was in her element. Her long hair, flowing and her graceful moves were captivating every other man around us.

She was revelling in it.

It was then that I felt it. Again.

I stopped moving. No. No. Seriously?

I turned around and looked for it. That white hot feeling coming from somewhere. A heated stare.

No. Where is it?

I turned around here and there and scanned the place where my vision permitted.

I couldn't see them.

Where are you?

My eyes searched them frantically, the fire in my body from dancing for so long, ebbing away gradually.

"Looking for someone, beautiful?" A husky voice penetrates my ears and I feel creeped out all of a sudden.

I turn around and am faced with a young man who is no older than 21.

"Who are you?" I ask with a slight shake in my voice. I didn't expect anyone creeping up on me like that and that too, in such a close proximity. I could feel his alcoholic breath on my face.

"The name's Jungkook. And you're sexy." He rakes his eyes all over my body, hiding nothing about what he is thinking.

"Wait," I shove his chest with my hands, trying to maintain some sort of distance.

He must have not liked it because he growls like a maniac and clasps my wrists in his hands tightly, making me yelp in pain.

"What are you doing? Let go off me!"

He was way too strong and he was reeking of alcohol and sweat.

Disgusting.

Where was Sooyoung? I couldn't see her anywhere.

In my struggle, I didn't realise he was dragging me away from the dancefloor and leading me to an empty hallway in the corner of the hall.

"Let g—!" He clamped my mouth shut with his hand and shoved me roughly against the wall. My back singed in pain and tears welled up in my eyes.

No. This can't be happening.

I was struggling against him and he pressed himself against me, leaving me no room to breath.

I can't let this happen to me. No!

His hands were clammy and he was roaming them around my body with no fucking shame.

I felt bile rise in my throat. My hands clawed at his face, chest and arms as much as my strength could muster.

His face was buried in my neck and he was licking it so lewdly. I wanted to kill him.

My body was tired but I tried my best to get him away from me when all of a sudden, he was thrown off me with his back hitting the wall opposite to where I was.

His body was flying when it hit the wall and he crashed down in a slump.

My hands came around me in a protective way and I looked at the person who possibly saved me from getting assaulted in an empty hallway.

My chin wobbled but I willed myself to not cry. Atleast not in front of him.

Seokjin stood there, a feet apart from me, looking hot and clearly angry.

His eyes blazed with fury and lust and I felt overpowered by him, albeit in a good way.

It's strange how different people elicit different responses from the same situation.

His eyes raked my body, desire swimming in them and I gulped at his intensity.

For a moment, it was just us. Alone.

Then, a pained groan emitted from the boy laid across us, killing our peaceful moment.

"What the fu—?" He didn't get to finish as a hard punch landed on his cheek which sent him tumbling a few feet far. He was pathetic.

If he was coming to his senses, Seokjin beat him to it by punching him again but this time, a little bit hard. He crashed on a wooden table which broke and splintered by the impact. I think I even heard a bone crack.

The boy was screaming in agony, hopeless but I couldn't help but be happy about it.

Maybe I really am sadistic.

He was moaning in pain, clearly disoriented. "Wai—" A kick this time, landed on his stomach and he lurched forward, saliva dripping from his mouth.

I wanted Seokjin to stop because he would be in trouble for assaulting a chaebol but I couldn't muster enough energy to tell him. Most importantly, I wanted to see the disgusting piece of crap suffer more.

"You're such a little shit, Jeon. Should have kept your hands to yourself when she clearly told you to."

Seokjin was calmly standing in front of this Jeon boy, where he was squirming at Seokjin's feet.

I gazed at him, all high and mighty, dressed in a simple maroon shirt and beige pants, not a hair out of place.

He must be feeling powerful. The authority emanating from him was so...sexy.

This is bad. I was getting horny.

Seokjin hurled the boy in a standing position by grabbing his shirt collar and steadied him but not before sending him flying again by delivering yet another punch on his jaw.

He was crying now.

"Stop... I'm sorry. I'm really so—" Another punch. And another.

His face was bloodied and battered, swollen out of recognition. His face was bathed in red.

He was about to punch again when a distressed voice shouted his name from the end of the hallway.

"Seokjin!" It was his friend, Hoseok, running towards him.

Seokjin turned around and stopped for a brief moment but kicked the poor boy, nonetheless.

He was about to faint. I could hear him mewling.

"What are you doing?" He asked in a surprised tone, not exasperated as I assumed he would be.

"He was being... disrespectful."

Hearing that, Hoseok's eyes drifted towards me, taking in my appearance. He must have understood because he cleared his throat and turned to Seokjin.

"You take her away from here. I'll take care of...this."

"You better. I don't want his father crawling up my ass tomorrow."

Saying that, Jin turned around fully and strode towards me in long hurried steps and lifted me off the ground in his arms.

I had to wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. His arms were tight around me and his chest, pressed deliciously against mine.

So much for staying away from each other.

He led us in the far end of the hallway where a few private rooms were situated and he unlocked one fancy door and entered the suite bedroom.

Déjà vu, much?

He put me down on a couch gently and eased me onto it, looking at me with different emotions.

I, on the other hand, couldn't leave my eyes off him. He was beautiful that way.

I could never not be hypnotised by him. Or his presence.

I could figure it was his stare which was indulging me when I was dancing earlier.

He was watching me. And I liked it.

My hand unconsciously moves and touches his face. His skin, burning under my touch. I close my eyes involuntarily and drift my fingertips slowly, revelling in him.

My fingers touch his lips and shudder. I open my eyes and am knocked out of my senses when I see the look in his eyes. The way he is looking at me.

His stare is unrelenting, hard and dark. Lust swimming like a tornado, sucking me in. My back arches and I lean onto him, my thumb caressing his bottom lip.

I want to kiss him.

He touches my hand which was on his face and pins it behind my back and takes my other hand, intertwining our fingers instead.

"Wha—?" My breath was coming out in short pants, clouding my sense of stability.

"Don't fucking tease me, Joohyun." His voice was molten lava, burning my insides in a delicious way.

"I'm not teasing you," I said, firmly.

He looked at me for a moment and chuckled, clearly amused.

"You had quite a show over at the dancefloor." He was whispering.  "What were you thinking, dancing like that in red and expecting me to not get hard at that?" He tugged my arm which was at my back making me arch into him, my breasts brushing his hard chest.

"That was—" I closed my eyes and I don't know why.

"Shhhhh... you wanna know what you do to me?" He searched for my eyes. "Huh? Do you?"

"I don't know. I don't..." Suddenly, he pulls my hand which was intertwined with his and places it on his crotch.

My eyes go wide at his bold move. That was uncalled for. "What are you doing?" I exclaim and try to pull my hand off him. But his grip is strong and unrelenting.

His dick is hard and pulsing beneath my fingers and it takes a whole lot of me to not jump at him for it.

"This." His mouth is way too close to mine. "This is what you do to me, Joohyun. Every fucking day and night. Do you know how many times I jerk off to the thoughts of you? How many cold showers I had to take to stop myself from getting insane?" He lets go off my hands and I pull away from him.

He doesn't give me time to reel and lurches forward, making me lie down flat on the couch. His hands on either side of me, body pressed against mine, all parts of him nudging me in all the right places.

His breathing is ragged and uncontrollable, his eyes a dangerous whirlpool of darkness.

"Stop this, Jin." I look at him with steel in my eyes.

He pauses for a moment and smirks indulgently. "What if I don't?" He cocks his head slightly, amusement dancing across his features.

"You won't see me again after this. Much less, get to have me."

His reaction was priceless. Flabbergasted.

Now, it was my time to smirk.

"You didn't forget, didn't you?"

He gives me a nod and gets off of me, giving me time to get up and scoot over to the end of the couch.

He gets up from the couch and goes to the minibar situated in the corner of the room and pours himself a drink.

Sloshing ice cubes in his glass of whiskey, he turns around and rests his elbow on the bar counter, leaning on it.

Sexy.

"You are one fiesty thing, aren't you?" He says, pointing his glass towards me.

I don't answer.

"I mean, c'mon, one moment you jump on me, all wet and horny and then you say that it's all a bad idea and then you initiate this stupid deal, wanting to see if we'd be glad to fuck each other. And when the opportunity arises, you seek fun out of me and then stop when I do the same. That's not fair, isn't it?"

I quirk an eyebrow, totally understanding his confusion but refuse to answer him.

"I'm starting to think you don't want me now or again."

No. That's wrong.

"You're wrong." I blurt out in a panic. What the hell?

I mentally slap my forehead, cursing my stupidity.

He smirks. His eyes glint with mischief and he says, "I know, babe. I was just getting to you."

Now, I wanna curse at him.

"And you may leave now, unless you want to be in my bed till morning. I'm really in the mood now, you know."

I scoff at him.

He really knows how to get under my skin.

I get off from the couch and head towards the door, keeping this night and what happened tonight behind me.

Just as I opened the door, ready to run away from here, I hear his voice, low and intimidating, crawling at my back.

"You look like a vision in red. Just like the first time we met."

And he turns around and looks at me, his eyes cold and dark, penetrating through my bones.

With a last look at him, I see him sip on his whiskey before I leaving his room and getting the fuck out of this place.

What a long long night.

A/n: I know this is going real slow but hot steamy stuff is about to come and they're gonna be a lot. Trust me.