Joohyun

Labeling this day as the worst day of my life would be an understatement.

For starters, I woke up with a terrible hangover in the morning, my head banging in twenty different directions all in the speed of hundred miles per minute. I exaggerated but it is as close as to it.

Then, I went to freshen up and found my toiletries almost empty—soap, shampoo, conditioner, toothpaste, everything and had to stumble in my room, naked and wet, hunting for the new products in my stash. I slipped a few times too.

It was the worst morning ever, no doubt.

I always envisioned my day of marriage as my worst day and I'm proud of myself that I was right. There was no major reason to that. I just knew it.

Donning a yellow pantsuit, paired with a black belt and black stilettos, I was looking the part of a high profile heiress to the T. Vanity is something I loathe but sometimes when I see myself looking dashing like this, I can't help but fall in love with me so badly. My makeup was bold—light brown eye makeup and bright red lips— which completed my overall look.

Sexy.

Needless to say, I was on my way to my father's office where the initial paperwork process of my marriage will take place. Due to my sudden decision of getting hitched in two days, I was given the proposition to sign the marriage papers in front of the lawyer and the people close to me. The reception will take place at a convenient time.

Boring stuff, seriously.

I just wanted to get this whole ordeal over with. The sooner, the better.

Upon entering my father's office suite, I was greeted by four people already seated by the long oval table situated in the middle of the room. Father, Areum, our lawyer and Jung Hoseok. Kim Seokjin was nowhere to be seen.

I clicked my tongue in annoyance. For someone who was dying to get me to say yes to this whole thing, he sure was tardy in this matter.

"Good morning, Miss Bae." Hoseok stood up from his seat and bowed to me politely. I bowed back at him, a slight bend of my upper body. He was smiling at me. He was probably the only person not emitting a sour aura from his presence, unlike the other people in the room.

I smiled back and turned towards my father, giving him a subtle nod. "Father."

He gave me a curt nod and gestured for me to sit on one of the chairs. I obeyed. For some reason, I didn't feel like greeting Areum. She had the most uncomfortable expression on her face and I felt bad for feeling good about it.

Hoseok felt it was time that Seokjin was officially late and politely excused himself from us and left the room. To remind Seokjin, I presume.

After he left, the room was filled with an awkward silence. It was making me nauseous, in a way. It wasn't everyday I spent a few suffocating moments with my only family and when I did, there was nothing more that I wanted than leaving them all alone, just for the sake of my sanity. Minutes passed and I was dreading every moment of it. None of them said a word and my back was already stiff with nerves and blinding apprehension.

Where are you, Jin?

As if my prayers were answered, the door to the office opened and two figures entered.

To say my breath hitched would be a lie. I literally gasped aloud. Like always, Kim Seokjin never failed to take my breath away. He was made like that.

In a white and beige chequered overcoat, cream pants and dark brown shirt, he was looking ethereal. His hair was slicked back which exposed his forehead and his full face was glowing beautifully. This man was handsome, a quiet controlled beauty emanating from him.

The moment he entered, his eyes found mine and he looked at me straight, his eyes betraying no emotion.

Curiosity, desire, interest.

This was the first time I was seeing him after my emotional outburst on the phone two days ago and I felt a strange chill creeping up my spine. He heard me when I was the most vulnerable and consoled me, nonetheless. Granted we weren't that particularly close, except for those few clandestine moments when we were wrapped up with each other on his bed or someplace, we shared an unspoken communication which I failed to establish with anyone else in my life. It was always him who seemed to understand what I wanted to say, what I wanted to convey. I was like an open book to him. But he, on the other hand, was an enigma to me.

Just like now. He seemed to forget that we weren't alone.

He paid no heed to the people in the room. It was as if I was the only one there. No one else. Once again, I was drowned by his black eyes, all consuming and penetrating. His stare held something so powerful that I couldn't find myself looking away from it. No one, I repeat, no one had that effect on me. It always takes me by surprise.

A few seconds passed, I guess. A slight cough from behind me made me realise that we were not alone and I shut my eyes in embarrassment.

I'm tired of this.

"Seokjin." My father stood up and made his way towards Seokjin and Hoseok. They shared a brief handshake and were gestured to sit on the chairs respectively.

Without taking his eyes off me, Seokjin took his place beside me and leaned forward, planting a chaste kiss on my cheek.

I widened my eyes. Public display of affection, I see.

He let his lips linger there for a moment too long and pulled away. He faced everyone who were sitting opposite us and addressed my father directly.

"Where are the papers?"

Without saying anything, the lawyer fetched out a few documents from the black folder in front of him and slid them towards me and Seokjin. One document for each of us.

This was it.

The legally binded contract which would somehow seal my fate.

I took out a pen while Seokjin held up his palm to Hoseok who was standing just beside him. He wordlessly gave him the pen.
We signed every required space needed for our signatures and were finally done.

"Well," father spoke up, "you are now husband and wife."

Such nonchalance. I bet he was beaming with joy inside. I'm not his headache now that I'm married. Areum was visibly scowling at me now. Seriously, what was her problem exactly?

My thoughts were disrupted when Seokjin stood up from his chair and looked down at me. I had to arch my neck upwards to look at him.

Suddenly, he felt vicious. The kind where he would love to cause some chaos, all at the expense of his enjoyment.

My random thoughts always come in incoherent rambles. They rarely made sense to me either. I would zone out indefinitely and someone had to breach me away from that. It was really not wholesome growing up like that. Labels like 'creep', 'weirdo' would make the experience more unsettling.

I felt a small tug at my hand and I realised that Seokjin was holding my hand and tugging at it to make me stand. I did but he didn't let go off it.

"We'll be seeing you later, Mr. Bae." Seokjin turned towards him and gave him a tight smile. "I need to leave now. With Joohyun."

Saying that, he led me out of the room with Hoseok following us behind.

We were out in the parking lot in front of his BMW when Seokjin turned towards Hoseok and said, "You can leave for the day. I'll meet you in the office tomorrow."

"Sure." With that, he strode off and made his way to his car.

It was just me and Jin now.

"Get in." He said without looking at me and made his way to the driver's seat and shut the door close.

What's with him?

I frowned but got in anyway.

Once I got in, I turned towards him. "What's wrong? Why are you in a ru—"

It was all a blur. Suddenly, his one hand was tangled in my hair and the other was clasping my neck. My face was pulled close to his and his lips locked in on mine in a passionate kiss.

It was frenzied, hot and rushed. Just like the first time we kissed. Powerful, all consuming. There was nothing slow about it. His mouth was fierce on mine and I had to gasp for air after he refused to slow down. I pulled a little bit away from him so I could atleast steal a few gulps of air between us but that didnt't deter him and he collided his lips with mine. Again. More firmer this time.

His fingers were painfully threaded in my hair but I was all too gone out from the sensation of his lips that I found it hard to even register the firm tugs he gave to my freshly combed hair. That made my neck arch as he tilted my head to the side while his mouth moved relentlessly over mine.

Oh God.

My arms wrapped around his neck and my fingers clutched at the hair on the back of his head. I was delirious with pleasure and I let out a moan but it got swallowed by his hungry mouth as he kissed me long and deep.

"Fuck." He said this once when he stopped to take a breath and then came at me from another angle, over and over. This got me hot with unbridled desire coursing through my blood. It made my whole body tight with need.

I can't seem to stop wanting him.

His kisses turn more powerful, opening me wide enough that I feel the stretch in my jaw. My mouth is being fucked by his tongue. Raw and raunchy and so good that I moan, close my eyes and fuck him back like I’ll die if we stop. I just might.

His grip clenches in my neck and I simultaneously pull him more closer to me.

This is getting dangerous.

My tongue is being sucked furiously into his mouth when a loud horn blares in the background and I flinch visibly, making me lose my momentum in the kiss and I realise that we were in the middle of a parking lot, making out in his car.

I come to my senses and slow my kisses to some extent. Sensing my reluctance to continue further, Seokjin halts his actions and abruptly pulls himself away from me and sits back on his seat, retreating his everything—hands, lips and mind—away from me

I felt empty all of a sudden.

We were both panting and  breathless, completely disoriented. Atleast, I was. I then sit up straighter and brush my clothes and comb my hair with my fingers. I knew my appearance would be disheveled beyond doubt.

After a long few seconds, I cleared my throat and turned to look outside the window. Meanwhile, he started the car and drove out the parking lot without saying a word.

As I saw the world passing by me, I couldn't help but smile inwardly. As unexpected and sudden his actions seem to be, Seokjin really knew how to make me stay at the edge of my seat. It was the sheer intensity of his actions that makes my blood run cold, warm and hot at the same time.

I think I might like having him in my life.