Joohyun

This is crazy.

I never asked for this.

This handsome, alluring man with every possible falicitations wrapped around his little finger, worshipping my body with utmost greed was something I never imagined in my wildest dreams.

His hands roaming all over my body, coaxing undulating pleasures from every crevice of my being. I'm going mad with frenzy.

Girls like me must be an everyday conquest for him. He wouldn't have to do anything to have them. A few sweet words, a smile to kill for and endless charm oozing from that personality, anyone would be putty before him.

He didn't have to try that hard for me though.

By the time, I was pressed flush against his body and having my neck assaulted by his lips, I was already far gone. My mind was drowning in lust and I wanted more from him.

The moment I moaned at the pleasurable sensations coursing through me, it was Seokjin's mission to make me undone. I was breathing heavily, trying to get my bearings. Alas, I didn't have the liberty to.

He pressed me against the railing, his hand cupping my ass and lips mere centimetres apart from my mouth.

"I want you." Was all he said before he hauled me in his arms and strode off from the balcony.

I was too weak to protest, not that I wanted to.

I was slightly horrified that people might watch us, embraced like this. But Seokjin quelled my fears, when he took a turn and made way for the long corridor adjoining a number of suites and luxury rooms. It looked like a VIP lounge. Exclusive for the patrons involved.

I'm seriously out of my mind.

Once we were in the vicinity of the suite lobby, I was put down, grabbed by the waist and slammed on the nearby wall. All for Seokjin to continue his harsh kisses on my neck.

Why the neck?

I was too into it to question him anyway. Not that he was disappointing me.

Not in the least bit. No.

His hands were roving all over me. My legs were wrapped around his waist. My hands, all around his neck.

Everything was hot.

I needed him.

I didn't take much of my surroundings, other than the fact that it was bathed in luxury and finesse. I was in a beautiful suite room before I could comprehend anything anymore.

If the lounge was anything princely, this suite was nothing less royalty.

I was in the middle of it, feverish hot and breathing like a mad woman.

Seokjin let me down, holding me still when I slightly stumbled. I was standing there, helpless and shaking with need.

He took a few steps back, not letting his eyes off of me. I saw him click the lock, a final testament to our privacy.

His eyes were burning with lust, each cell of mine feeling its intensity.

I was absorbed in him. The look he showered me with. The passion dancing behind his gaze.

I was done for.

He charged forward and took me.

Took me from myself.

From everything I held myself morally obligated to.

That night, I was a nymph, quenching my thirst, indefinitely. Pouring myself out for the devil with me, dancing with him, in pure bliss and ecstasy.

I gave him everything I knew and he gave me anything I could barely handle.

I was far too gone to question myself. The forbidden apple was already bitten into.

That night, when I laid myself bare before him, screaming in ecstasy, wanting more and more of everything he generously offered, and catching my breath when it was all over, done to finish, I was hit with something so unbearable. A cloud of affirmation enveloping me in its tight hold and kicking me straight in my guts.

I fucked up. And there is no going back now.

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My breaths came out in short pants. I was naked and exhausted, totally gone out. My body was tingling with heat, and there was no way I could cool it down.

No matter how many times Seokjin took care of it.

And its solely his fault.

I turned my head in his direction. He was lying there, beside me, panting as if he ran a marathon.

Even in this state, he was looking every bit of a gorgeous hunk I made him out for.

His chest was rising and falling in a rhythmic crescendo, a slight sheen of sweat covering it. His eyes were trained on the ceiling and I couldn't help but admire his features.

Now that we were in the light, I could make out his amazing features. His broad forehead sloping down to his sharp nose.

And don't get me started on his lips.

They were exclusively crafted with precision and utmost care. The wonders they gifted me with the whole night, I found myself getting aroused all over again.

He must have sensed me staring at him. He cradled his hands behind his head, lazily tilted his face towards me and gave me short smile.

I found myself smiling back.

"Hey."

His voice was way more deeper and sexier now.

I was in love with his voice.

"Hey." I answered. Mine, on the other hand, was shaky and timid.

"Mind if I smoke?"

I blinked. Once. Twice.

"You- what?"

He thought my befuddled response amusing, I guess.

"Smoke, babe. I wanna smoke. Any allergies or something I should be aware of?" He said lazily while leaning his back on the bed post.

I shook my head, no.

"Perfect."

He reached out for a pack of cigarettes on his bedside table, shook one out from the box and brought it to his lips. He lit it and exhaled a large puff of smoke, sighing contentedly.

The whole action of him smoking was so hot. I was mesmerized by his movements, so graceful yet rugged.

But no matter how hot and irresistible he looked right now, I couldn't help but find this whole situation unsettling.

A strange uncomfortable feeling was creeping up on me, taking its hold in my stomach. My insides felt queasy.

He gave me a nonchalant glance and gave off a little smirk.

"What's wrong, babe? Why the frown?" His cigarette was dangling between his lips and it shook with each syllable he uttered.

I felt hot all over, and not in a good way.

"Stop calling me 'babe'. I'm not your babe or sweetheart, as a matter of fact." I replied, while getting off from his bed without looking at him.

This whole thing was a big fat mistake.

Why didn't I realise this soon?

How could you, Joohyun? You were too busy relishing his mouth on you.

Shit.

Shit.

I was literally scrambling for my clothes. I could feel his eyes on me, raking my bare body. My dress was puddled somewhere in the middle of the huge room along with his clothes.

I'm an insufferable stupid disgusting piece of shit.

What have I done?

I slept with someone I barely know and it is someone who is so insatiable and gorgeous that I let myself be played with just because I couldn't control myself.

Again.

By the time I was dressed, I grabbed my heels by the door and looked over my shoulder.

He was sitting there, his lower half covered in sheets, with the cigarette between his fingers.

He was staring at me, his eyes deep and unrelenting.

I can never forget those eyes.

"I hope we never talk about this or ever meet again anywhere for that matter. I'm really sorry if it looked like I asked for all of this. I won't hold it against you. We were clearly not thinking straight. So, as responsible adults, we better not dwell on it too much and forget anything like this happened."

I was spouting whatever I thought right. I was too ashamed to even look him in the eyes.

He, on the other hand, never let his eyes off me.

I could feel his gaze on me, washing over me in hot liquid heat.

This is bad. Really, really bad.

When I guessed he wouldn't respond to me after my tirade, I held the door knob and proceeded to let myself out.

All the time, till I left his room, I felt his eyes on me.

I should be rattled.

But I was far too gone into him, that I felt a little, just a little, disappointed that he didn't see me worth answering to.