Joohyun

Smoke.

I smell smoke and cloves, that distinct scent belonging to that one person, which makes my body hum with unspoken delight.

I slowly open my eyes and gulp loudly. My throat is parched beyond care and I feel thorns pricking the insides.

"Water..." I murmur but it comes out as a weak moan.

I slowly sit up and look at the empty side of the bed, somehow relieved that I didn't find him there so I wouldn't have to confront any part of him now.

The last time I remember myself being awake was when Seokjin was fucking me ruthlessly somewhere on the table.

I don't even remember when I lost consciousness, and the weird fact is, I didn't even care.

But man, the guy was a fucking beast.

If I'd have known he was going to be so merciless with me, I should've thought early to be careful wih my mouth.

But that wouldn't have been fun, right Jin?

I shook my head and smiled.

I don't remember being like this before.

Before Kim Seokjin.

There is something so fun in riling him up and then backing away from him when he goes to reciprocate.

Almost always. And the fact that he acknowledges my consent adds more sexiness to his charm.

I unintentionally take advantage of that and I feel bad about it sometimes but then, looking into his eyes, those molten pools of black, make my nerves tingle in excitement and urge me to do the deed which makes him all frustrated and hot.

He makes me wild, uninhibited, free.

Granted, it was just sex but the possibilities of finding myself succumb to my desires was just reigning a free passion in my body, heart and soul quite shamelessly and I was revelling fully in it.

Needless to say, I've had my fair share of hookups with a few strangers and past boyfriends but none were as equally intense or passionate as him.

God. He was... magnificent.

Nothing could compare his body, his techniques, his desire to overwhelm, possess and bring me to peaks of otherworldly satisfaction which I can only dream of.

I was in awe, last night and that first night, and he never failed to surprise me every step of the way.

He was mysterious, dark and cold.

He was everything I dreamt of in a man.

Everything.

They say bad boys bring you to heaven and leave you hanging dry for hell.

True. It's troubling but worth every bit of it.

I look around for water, suddenly feeling my throat dry.

In the process, I got an overall look of his room, colour co-ordinated and sleek which reflected his minimalist style.

Black and white.

Just like him.

I slowly got up from the bed, being extra careful by wrapping the sheets tightly around my body so that I don't saunter around naked.

I don't want him to pounce on me again. I'm way too sore for another round as I can feel the slight uncomfortable feeling between my legs when I walk.

I made way for the jug of water situated on the high table in the corner of the room and drank straight from it.

Boy, was I thirsty?

I drank furiously, paying no heed to the remaining water dribbling down from the corners of my mouth. I finished drinking more than half of the jug and let out a deep breath.

"Whooo.." I was parched. I took a few slow sips again and then placed the jug back.

I swept a hand through my hair and raised my head to look at the ceiling, taking slow steady breaths.

Anything to calm myself.

When, all of a sudden, I felt a sharp slap on my ass and a barrage of smoke behind me, making me yelp out in shock.

"What the fuck?!" I whipped my body around swiftly and planted my one hand on the table behind me and the other clutching tightly to the sheet around my chest, due to the shock and lack of space in front of me.

I felt him before I smelt him.

Not surprised at all.

Seokjin stood in front of me, dressed in black slacks and a white button down shirt, his hair combed all the way back, revealing his gorgeous forehead.

He was smoking a Davidoff. I could recognise that smell anywhere.

Hands in his pockets, he looked devilishly handsome with an eyebrow cocked up and an amusing smirk dancing on his lips.

His scent was overpowering and I felt numbed due to his presence.

"Good morning to you too." He spoke in a low gravelly voice while raking his eyes up and down my body.

His stare drives me crazy. It's no secret to him now.

"I-"

"Shhh," he put his forefinger on my lips and started stroking my bottom lip with his thumb a second later.

My skin tingled by his touch. It was feather soft yet possessive.

Are you possessive of me, Jin? Just curious.

"As much as you look delicious to eat right now, I insist we have breakfast and come to terms with whatever you want to talk about," he said softly.

His words sent a moment of rush through my blood despite being satisfied to the core yesterday.

"The bathroom's over there," he lifted his hand from my face and pointed to a door on the left.

"I informed my secretary for a set of clothes. They'd be in your possession as soon as you finish your business." He said and proceeded to smoke casually, hot smoke billowing amidst our bodies.

I nodded and made my way to the bathroom, locking it once I went inside.

I let go off the sheets, standing stark naked, and looked at myself in the full length mirror on the tiled wall.

The sight in front of me knocked my breath away.

That's what he meant by 'delicious to eat'.

My face was glowing beautifully, not betraying the fact that I was satisfied and truly well fucked.

My hair was a mess, tangled deliciously due to Jin's constant pulling and grabbing it.

My body was littered with purple splotches everywhere. They looked horrible yet sexy.

He marked me almost everywhere.

My neck...

It was worse. Not a patch of skin was left unblemished. Red, deep purple, deliciously bruised.

It was his penchant for my neck that drove it to this.

Sadly, my lips were untouched.

A pathetic sight compared to my whole body.

I shuddered remembering the look in his eyes when I told him to kiss me. It was terrifying. Almost as if he was going to harm me.

Why?

I jolted from my reverie when I heard a sharp rap on the door.

"Hurry up, Joohyun. I don't have all day." His voice didn't betray his annoyance.

"Sorry. I'll be out in a minute." I shouted back and hurried to the shower.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I wasn't used to someone else being forefront in my mind, but I was always hyper-aware of him. It kind of sucked.

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I felt rejuvenated and amazing after the long hot shower and dressed up in the clothes Seokjin left for me.

Giving myself a once over in the mirror, I smiled wholeheartedly.

A cashmere coloured turtleneck, brown suit with cream pants and dark brown suede boots.

Lovely.

I smiled at the thought of him choosing an outfit which concealed every part of my body harbouring any evidence of his "affection."

My stomach growled with hunger.

I could eat a whole cow.

I sauntered to the living room where he said he would be earlier and was greeted by a gorgeous spread laid out on the table before me.

Biscuits, toast, cream cheese, salads of three different kinds and a delicious tray of assorted pasta and chips, along with a large jug of orange juice and a pot of hot black coffee were waiting for me.

My mouth watered at the sight.

And the fact that Seokjin was sitting there, calming staring at me while looking all dashing and hot, was not helping it.

I cleared my throat and sat across him.

"Please. Help yourself." He gestured to the food and picked up his fork to start eating himself.

I gingerly ate the toast, slathered with cream cheese and let out a long satisfied moan.

"This is so delicious. I could have it's babies."

Seokjin smiled. "That would be from a Swiss goat."

"Okay. Not it's babies. That was gross."

"Very."

I scowled at him in mock anger.

Soon, I devoured every thing on the table. My hunger knew no bounds and I was starving like crazy.

Bite after bite, I was washing everything down with the juice when I heard him say, "Glad you liked it."

I gulped it down and gave him a sheepish grin.

"Coffee?" He asked.

I shook my head no.

"Thanks."

He shrugged and poured himself a cup.

Sensing my stare on him, he looked up and brought the cup to his lips. Eyeing me intently from the rim of the cup, he asked, "What?"

I continued looking at him.

"Will we meet again?"

I couldn't help asking it.

This breakfast was formality. A needed formality after a glorious night of debauchery and filthy fun between two adults.

We didn't establish anything between us, much less talk about it, apart from the stupid bet I impulsively initiated to prove myself that I'm capable of staying away from him.

And look where that brought me?

It was no surprise that after we leave this place, we would be back to strangers again.

Unknown to each other and aloof.

He looked at me for a few moments and kept his cup down.

"I don't see why that's a problem."

I furrowed my eyebrows.

Sensing my confusion, he continues, "We didn't have a hard time bumping into each other, not one but three times after our first three encounters. Surely, it won't be difficult meeting again."

"So that's what you want? Finding out if we'll acquaint ourselves again, albeit coincidentally?"

"Yes. Because you and I both know that I don't do relationships. In this day and age, I can't afford to spend time with someone who is of no benefit to me or to my organization."

I clenched my teeth.

"So you're saying that you indulged me all this time just so I could warm your bed for you for one whole night?"

He smirked.

"Isn't that right? I'm surprised you find it surprising. Weren't you the one who suggested this stupid bet in the first place?"

I know that. It was quite stupid of me.

But the way he said it. That kind of hurt.

"I expected a little courtesy."

"Fuck courtesy." His voice was hard with anger.

I stared at him in shock. He looked angry all of a sudden.

"I'm no gentleman you fucking expect courtesy from, Joohyun. The fact that I remember your name should be enough privilege to you. And the fact that you're having breakfast with me should make you feel like you're in heaven. And before you jump at me with imbecilic conclusions that I took advantage of you and all that shit, remember that you were the one moaning with need for me whenever I was around you."

I was seething with rage. How fucking dare he?

I know that I was the eager one in this whole chase but he didn't have to throw that on my face so rudely.

Fucking asshole!

I got up suddenly, the chair scraping behind me loudly, and threw the fork in my hand on the plate which clattered loudly from the impact.

My body was shaking and I glared at him with every ounce of hate I could muster. He looked at me amusingly, his previous anger disappearing as soon as it came.

"You're the worst." I spat at him.

He calmly stared at me and whispered, "Trust me, babe. I know."

"I didn't expect a tiny fucking bit of romance or any kind of promise from you. I know you are some big shot who sleeps with women for fun. And that's more than fine. What I don't know is that why you thought of me as one of your nameless eye candy you could humiliate whenever you want. That's disgusting."

He simply looked at me with no expression on his face.

"Whatever. I don't even want to see you anymore." I said and turned to go away from him.

I heard him scoff. "You are one fiesty thing. I give you that," he said lowly. "What I don't get is how can someone as stupid as you could write something so profound and noteworthy? Doesn't sit right at all."

I froze in my tracks.

What?

I slowly turned around and looked at him. In shock, anger, humiliation and fucking contempt.

"What the fuck did you say?"

I was boiling with anger. My body was trembling and my hands were clammed into tight fists.

"You heard what I said. Don't make me repeat myself and solidify your childish existence."

That's it.

I saw red. Before I could think and stop myself, I grabbed the vase beside me and flung it at him with full force.

He was shocked for a moment and swerved his body from the chair, completely dodging my attack.

It all happened in a flash.

The loud crash on the wall echoed in the living room, followed by a bout of deafening silence.

We both eyed the broken remnants on the floor and turned to look at each other across the room.

I don't know how long. How long we stood there, staring at each other with different emotions swirling in our eyes.

Mine, in anger and shock. His, in shock and amusement.

After a long moment, I stood up straight and said coldly, "Don't you ever come in front of me. Ever."

He shook his head, coming out of his trance and cocked an eyebrow at me.

He then looked at me one last time and smiled cruelly.

"We'll see about that. Won't we, Joohyun?"

I refused to answer him and turned around fully, walking away from him. And everything about him.

I made my way out of the hotel and hailed a taxi to drive me home.

Once I sat inside, the whole morning and the magnitude of everything that happened till now, dawned on me.

I felt my body shake with anger, sadness and before I knew it, my eyes were wet with fat hot tears which fell down to my cheeks without me knowing.

He was the worst. The fucking worst.

He didn't even realise what he triggered in me. And I felt like a complete fool by letting him control me with his words like that.

I should've stayed away from him in the first place.

I didn't and I regret it more than anything now.

What a horrible start to a day.