Unlikely Gangster||K.SJ|| Completed

Our secret*

27

Hana's POV

I play with my hair thinking I can hide the hickey or hickeys Jin gave me on my neck. At this point does it really matter if anyone sees it. I know Eunji will just tease me about it, as for the boys in our gang. They know better than to ask about my personal life.

Plus it's a party, aren't college students suppose to hook up at a party?

While I'm at it, I pick my blue kimono off the floor from the same spot I tossed during our intense make out. I hope it's not crumpled, it took forever to iron. As I slip it back on, I look over at Jin whose is focused on his clothes. He buttons up his shirt as he tries to straighten it as much as possible. He cleans up well but I smirk seeing his messy hair and my marking peaking on the side of his collar.

I did that, I wasn't going to let him get away.

I shouldn't be smiling because he messed up my hair too. We didn't have sex. But we almost did. I didn't realize how our emotions taking over, making us go further and further. If it hadn't been for the text messages we both received, we probably would have gone on the way.

No that's a lie. Despite being so lost in each other, we continued to be aware of our surroundings. Though it is a college party, it was not the place or the time.

Maybe that's another lie. What if we were someone where else? What if we didn't stop would I have let him?

Thump.

Do I only feel lust for Jin or is it something more?

Thump.

We are only kissing, right?

Thump.

What if I want something else from him?

Thump.

What if I tell him the truth?

Ping.

Another notification appears on my smartwatch.

"You should look at it...y-your team must be worried about you," Jin says while grabbing his blazer from the table. He dusts it off, "Phantoms really care about their captain."

I return his words with a bitter smile. Earlier we were interrupted by the three messages Jin received from his team. While I, on the other hand, received 144857373727 messages. Even Eunji called me.

"We should uhhh get back out there." I finally speak.

"Yeah we should but first..."

He comes towards me placing his hands on my hair.

"What are yo—"

"Stay still. I'm fixing it. There is no point in meeting your friends all suit up but with messy hair."

I do what I'm told. I watch his eyes observing and approving the movements of his hands. I don't want to admit it but his large hands running carefully into my hair feels delightful. I even close my eyes. I hear him chuckle, probably because of my response. I feel his hands travel to cup my cheeks, and he leans down and pecks my lips.