Head thrown back, Jungkook laughed out loud. "Oh my God! Hyung! That was so cringe!" he grimaced, shoving Park Hyung Shik lightly by the shoulders.
"What? I am positive though!" Hyung Shik smiled taking a sip from the glass.
"No. Seriously. When you got back?"
When I heard it's Tae's marriage soon."
"Understandable enough." Jungkook hummed, "But where is Irene though?" he asked looking around.
"She couldn't make it. Had some signed contract of fashion shoots from beforehand and taehyung's engagement invitation was sudden so yeah."
Park Hyung Shik is Taehyung's elder cousin. He is a good guy with a funny attitude though he can be deadly serious at times. This emotion control of businessmen is not something Jungkook easily understands. And because of his friendly personality naturally, Jungkook is close to Hyung Shik. Even though the guy is quite flirty, he has a stunning girlfriend to be proud of. And personally, Jungkook thinks Irene just accidentally fell from the heave from the way she looks.
So when Hyung Shik asks Jungkook to dance with him at the ball, Jungkook easily aggres. It's better to have someone he is comfortable with accompanying him in the formal dance. Though he doesn't see the point why Taehyung's parents arranged a ball instead of a party dance. Considering the crisis their company along with many companies going through right now, this grand gesture of a party seemed off-putting to Jungkook but, understandably, they are doing it to please the Manobans along with other businessmen. Jungkook is not a business student and he is interested in the subject but he could assume this much with his vague observation of his.
As he took Hyung Shik's hand, his eyes roamed into the hall for the last time, in search of Seokjin but there was no trace of him around. Quite disappointed, they lastly took off to the dancefloor, hand in hand.
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"Yeah, Just like that. Now turn right, stepping your right foot." Jungkook did as he was told, moving in Hyung Shik's direction.
"And that's it! You got it. Oh Jungkook, fast learner you are."
Jungkook gave a tight-lipped smile. "I am just trying just to not look weird and trip over, Hyung. This goddamn dance is something else!"
Hyung Shik laughed. But soon the
The melody of the piano changed and people started changing their partners too. Swapping partners with their left. It was sliding smoothly and seemed like everyone just knew what to do except Jungkook. As soon as Hyung Shik turned to his right, holding hands with his new partner, slipping his hand from his, Jungkook panicked. He hurried for his next partner. Instead of left, he turned back getting a hold of the first person without looking and his hands came up within the contact of strong hands along with long and crooked fingers, getting a hold of it, he looked up and his breath hitched as his eyes looked into Seokjin's brown orbs.
Jungkook gaped like a fish as Seokjin's hands held on his waist, looking straight into his eyes as they moved with the music. If it said Jungkook was surprised or very much intimated by the sudden occurrence of Seokjin's would be an underestimate but standing so close with the other, face so close with their bodies touching is another question. Jungkook was flushed, messing up in steps that Hyung Shik just taught him now. He could imagine even not looking that Hyung Shik's poker face.
But Seokjin looked rather much calmer and collective than Jungkook. His demeanour was composed, hands holding Jungkook in place, stopping him from misstepping on his steps. His eyes held a fixed and piercing look, staring at the latter intently.
Staring at Seokjin's face, Jungkook felt his lips going dry. Seokjin looked good, much more ethereal up close with each feature more visible and prominent up close. For some reason, he just wanted to mess up that perfectly brushed hair of Seokjin's and tug on them. Jungkook swept his tongue over his bottom lip, wetting them to moist as he looked elsewhere. Trying to focus on something else and get his thoughts together. And 'Goddamn it!' he should focus on his dance steps if he doesn't wanna embarrass himself in front of Seokjin along with the whole audience.
But for the second time, he felt his breathing caught in his throat as he noticed Seokjin's eyes on his lips that flickered to his eyes soon and once again Jungkook was forced to recall the night when they kissed. And might he add he was craving for the taste of those sinful lips once again but this time he promised himself. He would talk it out with Seokjin and tell about his feelings and see where it goes.
So he tugged onto the other's sleeves as he swirled around the latter continuing the ball, " Seok- We need to talk."
Seokjin stared at him for a moment in silence with an unreadable expression on his face, as he swirled Jungkook again and pulled him in his arm. And the latter's back was flushed against his chest, warping his arm around his middle they slowly moved with the music and Seokjin answered, "Talk."
At this point with this much physical contact they were having, Jungkook was sure his face was red as fuck. He inhaled sharply but it was a mistake as he could smell the rich Cologne the latter was wearing and he wished to rub his nose all over the man hugging him from behind until he could smell him on himself. Jungkook despised his mind for having such thoughts. Lastly, he was able to stammer out a formed sentence snapping out of the dreamland he was falling into. He inhaled sharply.
"M-maybe somewhere privet?"
And Seokjin hummed behind him, realising his hold as the music came to a halt, changing to another one but Seokjin had something else in mind. He dragged Jungkook with him, holding onto his arm. From the sudden pull, the latter stumbled a bit on his steps but he soon balanced himself, walking behind the broad-shouldered guy as he was led to the man's washroom. Jungkook didn't understand why Seokjin thought that washroom was convenient enough for a serious chat but he didn't question either he minded. Instead, he started to memories how he should form his words one after another. Jungkook didn't know what to expect from this situation, to be honest. It was happening too fast and sudden, he just couldn't wrap his mind around it. He felt disoriented.
But-
He most certainly didn't expect to be shoved against the sink and pulled into a bruising kiss.
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The kiss was hard, hungry, desperate and fierce that didn't even leave the bunny guy to think clearly. All he could feel was the teeth and tongue along with the hard press of those soft lips against his.
But he didn't expect their second kiss to be anything like this. Seokjin's body was pressing against him, leaving him no room to move. So when he pulled away to breathe, he was surprised to feel the latter's lips sucking on his neck, sliding the shirt a bit left to have better access to the exposed skin. It was not gentle or lovely. His touches we're aggressive and hurried like he could just ruin Jungkook then and there. It stung when he bite into his neck and Jungkook moaned. Trying to push Seokjin away. They needed to talk first.
Talk.
"Ah- Stop, Seokjin. We need to talk. Agh!"
But then both of his wrists were pinned above his head because of the resistance he was displaying. Seokjin licked a strip up from Jungkook's thick neck to his jawline, making the latter gasp. "S-st-op" he whimpered.
But all of it his voice was unheard of. And lastly, when his hand started stroking Jungkook's erection through his clothes, Jungkook pushed him away with force.
"I said STOP!! What do you think you are doing?" Jungkook half yelled, breathing heavily to catch his breath. He glared at Seokjin who just stood there with a blank face. An unreadable expression on his face. His eyes seemed cold and distant. And Jungkook recognised it.
Like the first time.
The cold and distant eyes.
The eyes he had seen the first day in College, hidden behind the mask. (Visit chapter 12 back to their first meeting)
Seokjin's lips curled up and soon he was chuckling. He wiped his wet swollen lips with his thumb. Inching closer to the latter, he leaned down until his lips touched Jungkook's left ear slightly. And the voice Jungkook almost didn't recognise as the deep and cold voice whispered in his ear,
"Why? Isn't that what you wanted? Wanted to talk about, Whore?" He let out a deep throaty chuckle with darkened eyes.
And Jungkook's eyes widened. This is not his Seokjin. Not the Seokjin he knew.
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To be Continued
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I sabotaged my sleep and half of my study schedule to write this chapter. So I am not sure how it came out. Ignore mistakes and better pray for my soul that's gonna left my body soon from the pressure of school.
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