siren.

part 1 ㅣ teaser

I hate the way time moves slower when you watch the clock. Have you ever noticed that? If you take a shower, or even make a snack, minutes fly by like they're nothing but when you're staring at the clock, it's almost as if the minute hand is pushing forward despite resisting with all its might. I've been hanging off my bed, upside down for exactly 3 minutes and 42 seconds. My cigarette is nearly dead. I pull myself up to sitting, ashing my cigarette in the small dish on the floor.

"I need to get out of here." My cardigan is falling off my shoulder, revealing my shoulder tattoo and lace bra strap. I look down to my wrists, and my bracelets that have shaken down. It's past 10:30pm on a Friday night and I can't bare to sit at home anymore. I have exactly six dollars to my name right now though, honestly where the hell am I going to go?!
Leaning my head back slightly and closing my eyes, I sigh to myself. "Sombrero it is." The Red Sombrero. The local dive. Cheap beer, cheap shots, and free music. Best of all, desperate guys. All it takes is a wink and smile to get a drink. I pull down my cardigan and pull on an old t shirt that read the name of a band that was popular before I was even born. I light another cigarette as I walk out of the house and start my car. The bar is right down the road, so I arrive before my playlist can even get to my favorite song.

With a nod to the bartender, I walk past the crowd of people, and find a stool near the end of the bar. Nothing new here... there's never anything new here. It's always the same people, same music, same atmosphere. I crossed my legs and lit yet another cigarette before spinning my stool around and leaning my back on the bar. My long black nails surround my cigarette, and my dark hair falls messily around my neck and down my chest. "I need to fucking quit smoking..." I almost whisper to myself as I ash the Marlboro into the glass tray.

"DUDE, shut the fuck up!"

My eyes dart open at the unfamiliar voice. A quick scan of the room revealed who it belonged to. A tall, handsome boy stood maybe fifteen feet from me around a table with six other equally handsome boys. They all laughed as he playfully pushed the boy next to him. They seemed to be around my age, 25? 26? I watched them for a while, while taking a drag of my cigarette and a sip of my regular cocktail that the bartender had brought to me without even having to ask what I wanted. "It's from the gentleman over there." He motioned to the end of the bar where an older man was seated. The man winked at me and licked his lips in the most vile way possible and I forced a smile and mouthed a 'thank you' in reply. I again focused my attention on the new meat.

These boys were new here, that's for sure. You'd remember them. You waited patiently for your chance to strike, and then it came. One of the boys set his drink on the table, patted and gripped the shoulder of the boy next to him, and walked away. I watched him walk out the back door to the smokers deck, and with a strong gulp of my drink, I followed. When I opened the door, he sat on the top of a picnic table and began lighting his cigarette, shielding his lighter from the wind with his free hand. Somehow, he was even more perfect in the iridescent glow from street lights and the shine of the moon. He had black hair. He wore black jeans, and black boots. His dark grey tee shirt was lazily half tucked into the front of his jeans, and a black and white bomber jacket was thrown over his shoulders.
"Do you have a light?" I gestured my cigarette in the air and approached him slowly. He only smiled and pulled his lighter out, flicking it and presenting the flame to me. I leaned in and put the end of my cigarette in the fire, as I felt my own lighter push deeper into my breast where I buried it in my bra.
"Thanks." I smiled and pushed my hair back and over my shoulder once again. "What's your name? I don't think I've seen you here before."

"I'm Jungkook. Yeah, I'm not from around here." He looked down to the damp pavement, and up to meet your eyes.
"Well it's nice to meet you. It's rare to see a new face around here." I climbed up to sit next to him on the table. "Honestly it's pretty boring... seeing the same people, the same boring guys over and over." I leaned back, placing my hands on the table behind me. He glanced over at my lap for a brief second and I smiled to myself. He was going to be easy.

"You uh... see a lot of the same guys, huh?" He turned his head so his gaze could meet yours.

"Well right now I'm not seeing any guys, and I've gotta say... I'm getting pretty anxious." I mustered my sweetest voice so he'd clearly get the message. I always used this playful tone when addressing men. It seemed to get me what I want. Some guys even called it my siren song.

He chuckled and took a drag of his cigarette. He began to climb down from the table when I reached out and grabbed onto his hand. "...what?" He just looked up at me confused.
I slowly began to spread my legs, my boots sliding on the seat of the picnic table. I pulled his hand closer to my body and rested in on my hip. "I said. I'm getting anxious." My voice was barely above a whisper, and his eyes were fixed on mine. My arms wrapped around his neck, and my lips slowly approached his. His hands carefully and slowly slid up my back as he allowed the connection to happen. His soft lips pushed onto mine in a slow, rhythmic motion. I already felt my body warming up, and my need for his touch growing. I swiped my tongue along his lower lip and a barely audible grunt left his mouth. I released his mouths connection to mine, and once again our eyes were fixated on each other.

Just then, we heard the steel door to the bar push open. "Kook-ah, whats taking you so lo..." without pulling his hands away from me, jungkook looked over his shoulder to see his friends staring at him, mouths agape, from the doorway. "Oh shit.. uh yeah we'll be in here if you need anything..." all six boys clambered and practically tripped over one another trying to get back inside. Jungkooks head dropped and he laughed lowly to himself.

"I'm about to catch a world of shit and high fives, you know that?" He smiled up at me. His dark eyes, and warm smile making my heart flutter a bit.

With a giggle and a kiss on the cheek, i slid off the table, and begin to walk toward my car in the parking lot.

"WAIT!" Jungkook called after me. "What's your name?"

I stopped walking and turn back to him. "It's a secret, brown eyes. See you soon." I again start the walk to my car. Jungkook stood there, confused and entranced.

Little did he know, this was only the beginning.