Seventeen imagines

#78 Mrs.Lee (part 6)

(scenes that are too intense. BUt this is not a smut okay. ) Svt Imagines #shortimaginesWoozi (#23) (last part of Woozi/Seokmin/Jisoo imagines)

Jihoon's hands gripped the bottle in his hands. His eyes swiveling towards the back of his head in a distressed sense of a headache.

He tilted his head towards the edge of the couch as he took a long swig of the dark substance that affected him. He sighed as the walls become part of a fun house, changing figure in a blink of an eye. His breath was the underlying cause of the smell of alcohol that entered his nostrils, and his mouth was sore from the amount of alcohol that he poured down on his throat.

"She won't come back," he whispered in drunk tone. He even laughed before finishing the bottle in his hand.

He cleared his throat as he stood up, just to fall back down on the couch in an unbalanced attempt to walk.

"She won't," he muttered in crack voice.

Then he started to cry, as if his brain was being shredded from the inside. Emotional pain flowed out of his every pore. He grabbed onto a couch, so that his violent shaking would not cause him to fall and from his eyes came a thicker flow of tears. The whole world had vanished for him, now there was only pain enough to break him, pain enough to change him beyond recognition.

He think his wife won't come back. Not until, he heard a shoes slapping against the ground leading to the front door.

He stopped crying and looked at the door.

It was you, his wife, catching her breath while holding the metal of the doorknob that is cool against your palm. You twisted it, unease, entering the dark living room filled of alcohol bottles.

"Jihoon," you called his name.

Then your wet eyes met.

You stepped out from the shadows, walking towards him. You are  stealing his breath and the heat from his skin.

"Did you come back to divorce me?" he asked and tears keep falling from his eyes.

"No," you answered. You can feel your body shaking, releasing the tension.

You are wearing a face like you are expecting anger from him, anger that just doesn't exist. All he want to have is  your love but you won't easily accept it because you feel so much guilt.

"T-Then why are you here?" he asked again.

"I love you."

Those three words echoed around. It lingers behind the silence in between.

"I love you too," he whispered before he run towards you, hugged you tight as you can feel his firm shirt and the heart that beats within.

He folded his hands around your back, drawing you closer. "Stay with me," he whispered and your tears fell down down to your cheeks.

He pulled his head back and wiped your tears with a calloused finger, even this roughness brings more relief than your heart can hold. He is eating you with his eyes, running his hand through your hair, as if he can't quite believe that you came back to his side.

Then, Jihoon  kisses your lips,  it was rough,  fast and it tastes of your tears. It nearly knocked all wind from your lungs. You hardly had a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of your lips and, at your grant of access, delved inside your mouth.

It was a very sloppy kiss with the strong scent of alcohol being exchanged in the intermingling of billowing breaths.

You arms reached up and tangled around his thick, strong neck. In an instant you had pulled away and arched up into his broad chest, moaning in the contact of body heat against your own, before you drew back into his lips. You could nearly feel the slight burn of the alcohol as it rolled off your tongue and seeped down your throat with every push of his tongue against yours.

You pulled back, catching some air and stared at his eyes. "J-Jihoon."

He is panting, staring right into your eyes. "Hmmmm," he mumbled before putting your legs around his hips. "Hold tight," he whisper then kiss you again.

Your eyes are close, yet you knew that he is carrying you on the way to the bedroom, without breaking the kiss.

And before the door has even closed, Jihoon wrapped his arms around you from behind. His right hand drops to your thigh, pulling up the skirt that hangs so loose just above your knees.

You couldn't move even if you tried, like his fingers have short circuited your mind in the best possible way. He turned you around and  stumble to the bed, with him, laying on your top.

His eyes searching yours.

"Finally, you are my real wife now," he smiled. "Tell me why are we doing this?" he leaned closer, and gently bite your lower lip.

"Hmmm," you moaned. "Because.... of love?" you answered.

"Exactly."

He kisses your cheek, down to your chin. Then he goes down to your neck, feeling his warm breath and tender brush of his lips. A hand runs through your hair, as the kisses become harder and more urgent. Another hand slides around your waist, and pulled you close to his body. His kisses are now on your shoulders and in your hair.

"I love you Jihoon," you gasped in air.

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