Wild Smoke

Prologue

Fuck.

Seokjin took a long drag of his cigarette and exhaled short puffs of its smoke.

He was standing outside, at the entrance of The Gala, an opulent example of fine infrastructure and old money. The tall skyscraper-like hotel dwarfed the other buildings in its vicinity and Seokjin's father was its sole owner.

Something is really fucked up with the old man.

Seokjin thought and was exasperated beyond words. A brief altercation between his father and him, regarding his affair with a hot socialite, made his stomach queasy. He was silently eating his dessert when Kim Hoojun, without a prior warning, asked about the siren in question. Seokjin dismissed it as a casual hookup but was left infuriated when his father confessed to sleeping with her too. Seokjin felt unbridled anger at his father and apparent disgust at his bitch.

Fucking a father and son, simultaneously was an all-time low.

Feeling his dinner regurgitate, he abruptly stood up and left the hotel in unabashed fury. Seokjin was seething with rage by the time he stood at the entrance and lit up his cigarette. Imagining his father enjoy the same erotic pleasures which he too experienced with her left his nerves frayed. Those lithe legs, sensual curves and that mouth... Fuck! Fuck. Fuck. He brought the cigarette to his lips and exhaled, feeling disgusted again.

Smoking calmed him. At present, it was his sole desire and he loved every bit of it. The tobacco infused itself in his breath and he was thankful for his stress dissipating along with the curls of smoke, rising upwards in the night sky.

The air was chilly and he felt himself shiver slightly. The breeze fluttered his black hair and gave him a roguish look. Dressed in an all-black suit, with a loosely adorned tie around his neck, he looked every bit of sinful sensuality, cigarette dangling from his plump lips. Women, both young and old, glanced flirtatiously at him from the way to the hotel entrance. He smelled of danger and forbidden desire.
He definitely had that old money charm and a confident aura seeping from him. That, coupled with his handsome looks, made him the most sought out bachelor in his father's social circle.

And that was the bane of his life.

I need a fuck. Other than my father's whore.

Seokjin was staring at the dark sky, his left hand tucked in his pocket. He was thinking of calling one of his flames after finishing his smoke and fuck the stress out of his body. He barely noticed the black Maserati park in front of him when he felt a strange aura emanating from it. He looked at the sleek car with a lazy tilt of his head. He felt nothing then. Cars like this were a common occurrence here.

A politician, perhaps. He thought.

When the valet opened the passenger door, he was prepared for a figure of authority stepping out of the car. However, he did not expect a pair of gorgeous, creamy legs emerge from it. His gaze was directed towards them unashamedly when he saw the full figure step out.

At that instant, Seokjin was knocked out of his breath.

He stared at the blindingly hot woman in front him, dressed in a sheer black dress which left little to his imagination. His eyes were blazing with heat and he felt his pulse hammer at his throat.

The woman was beautiful.

No, beautiful is an understatement.

She was a vision.

A vision in black. Her beauty was something so ordinary, but her demeanour and grace made up perfectly for it. Having bedded countless hot and sexy women, Seokjin was not new to this kind of perfection. He gazed intently at her, finding her an enigma. He wanted to know what made her so desirable to him, to such an extent that his heart thundered in his chest at the possibility of kissing her, ravishing her senseless. He was entranced with the way she moved, her posture dripping with finesse.

She must have felt something. Her eyes, vacant and dark brown, fell on the lone man standing at the entrance, smoking and staring at her pensively. He was handsome and reeked of wealth. The wind blew his hair in short wisps, giving him an ethereal glow. She felt the power in his eyes. They were obsidian black, devoid of any outright emotion. She gazed at him, unaware of her surroundings when -

"Joohyun!"

She got startled and looked at the man rushing towards her from the hotel, breaking her trance with the handsome stranger.

"I've been waiting for you," he said happily and gave a chaste kiss to her on the cheek. She smiled back and held his hand. She felt the stranger's eyes on her and looked at him on a whim. He was staring at her, unbothered by the intrusion. His eyes were filled with a newfound ferociousness. Joohyun gulped at his intensity, a bit nervous and turned her attention to her companion.

"Let's go," she said and walked into The Gala, trying to ignore the unfettered attention on her.

Seokjin followed her every movement with the attentiveness of a hawk, not once taking his eyes off her. His cigarette forgotten, he felt a new sense of adrenaline swim in his veins. Watching the last remnants of her leave his sight, he smirked to himself.

Crushing the cigarette beneath his shoes, he licked his lips and marvelled at the thought of her, pressed against him, breathless and flushed. Her lips seeking him willfully and driving him wild. Seokjin groaned at that.

Joohyun.

He recalled her name and smirked again. Lovely.

Showtime, babe. You've got loads coming your way.