Josie's POV
This will be our third date.
I'm hoping this will be the one.
The one where he breaks my back into two and makes me question reality.
The moment I laid eyes on him, I was captivated. His tattoos, his aura, his demeanor, his everything. It drew me in and left me wanting more.
I've never witnessed someone so fucking hot.
Thank you for banishing me here, Mom and Dad.
Yoongi said he'll pick me up from the apartment I'm staying in that my parents rented for me while I'm here. It's actually been amazing being here on my own. I have my freedom, and the independence has been an eye opener.
Don't get me wrong, It's had its ups and downs, there's been moments where I've found it difficult, but overall it's been a positive experience.
As I gather the last remaining items preparing myself before Yoongi gets here, I check myself in the mirror one last time.
My hair is parted in the middle, straight and falling naturally on my shoulders. I'm wearing a white haltertop, with denim jeans and white Nike's.
He hasn't told me where we're going, but I don't expect to go anywhere fancy, so I decided to go casual, but still sexy enough to entice something from him.
I suddenly hear the intercom buzzer go off, and my heart jumps in excitement. I quickly rush over to the intercom and press the speaker button.
"Hello?"
"It's me." I hear Yoongi's voice.
I smile widely and squeal childishly, squirming to get my shoes on and throwing my bag over my shoulder. I hastily grab my keys and head out the door.
I get to the main door and there he stands.
His silver hair falls across his forehead, an obvious undercut beneath. He's wearing all black- Ripped skinny jeans, a long sleeve black shirt and black sneakers.
He looks delicious.
I smile and walk towards him, a small smirk evident on his lips as his eyes look me up and down devilishly.
"You look hot." He says nonchalantly.
"So do you." I quip back, flashing a flirty grin.
He chuckles as a response, and nods for us to go towards the cab waiting outside, which I follow.
We get in and I buckle my seatbelt, resting my hands on my legs. "So, where we going?" I ask.
"You'll see." He teases.
The car journey was short, and we stop outside of what looks like a club. I can hear the bass booming from inside, and crowds of people standing and moving in and out of the building.
He grabs his wallet and looks at me. "We're here." He says.
I get out of the car and the music grows louder. Obnoxious techno sounds pulsating the ground. It looks fucking awesome.
"We going in here?" I ask, pointing to the club. He grins and nods his head, holding his hand out for me to take.
I smile and place my hand in his, which he reacts by curling his long fingers around it, guiding me to the entrance.
There's a long line of people queuing to get inside. A large man stands by the door, which I can only assume is the bouncer.
Yoongi walks directly to him, nods his head, and the bouncer nods back, walking us both inside the main door and straight past all the other people.
As we get inside, I'm immediately greeted with the music now roaring in my ears, the bass so strong I can feel it beneath my feet, rippling through my body with each beat. There are lights of different colors bouncing and strobing on the dance floor, highlighting the multitude of people dancing.
He walks us towards the bar, and orders two drinks, which he pays for. I sit down on the stool and grab the glass as the bartender passes it to me. I lean in closely to Yoongi's ear.
"How are we allowed in here?" I ask him, yelling above the music.
"Just people I know. We're good." He yells back, smiling knowingly.
It's not my first time underage drinking. Also not my first time in a club. But I do know Korea has pretty strict rules regarding underage drinking. But I trust Yoongi, and breaking the rules sometimes never hurts anyone.
I shrug my shoulders and pop the straw in my mouth, my eyes still locked onto Yoongi's. He stares back as I play with the straw with my tongue, smirking.
Yoongi orders us a couple more drinks, and the music begins to beckon me. My body feels more fluid, more free and wanting to move.
I place my hand on his arm, and he turns his head to look at me.
"Wanna dance?" I ask. He chuckles.
"Sure."
We make our way to the still crowded dance floor, just in time for the DJ to switch to another song. This one is faster, the bass dirtier and the synth more aggressive.
I start by grabbing his hand and we both dance to the beat, bopping and jumping to each chord. I'm in the moment, and I don't notice until I feel a hand on my waist, pulling me forward.
Yoongi is inches from me, his eyes dark and staring at me intensely. He wraps his other hand around my waist, and now our bodies touch. We move in unison, our hips swaying and moving together. I wrap my arms around his neck, a broad smile on my face, enjoying every second.
His hands trail down and stop at my ass, squeezing tightly, a small smirk on his face. I smirk back, loving the attention.
I intentionally begin to move my hips more, provocatively accepting his proposition. There's a slight sheen of sweat on his neck, and I lick my lips at the sight before me.
I look up and catch his eyes, then look at his pink, perfect lips, parted slightly, then looking back up to his eyes.
I grip tighter on the nape of his neck and pull him closer, finally feeling his lips on mine as I kiss him.
He kisses me back, his hand on my ass gripping tighter. He plunges his tongue in my mouth and I follow, our tongues swirling and fighting each other for dominance. His lips are soft, and he kisses me hard, almost like he had been waiting too.
"Want another drink?" I ask, and he nods his head, grinning bashfully.
We get to the bar and it's a little more crowded this time.
"I'll get us the drinks, stand here." He says, and I comply.
I look around, and suddenly an unfamiliar man approaches me. He leans in close to my ear.
"Hey... Where are you from?" He asks me in broken English.
I pull away and look at him, furrowing my brows.
His breath reeks of alcohol, his eyes are small and bloodshot, clearly drunk.
"America." I bluntly reply in Korean. He leans back in my ear.
"You speak Korean?"
"Yes."
"That's kind of sexy." He drunkingly slurs in my ear.
I pull back and look at him, scowling. But I then feel him place his hand on my ass, and leans in closer to my face, trying to kiss me.
Suddenly, I see someone's arms shove him in the chest, and the man flies a few meters and falls to the floor. I'm taken aback, my eyes wide at the quick event. I look beside me and I see Yoongi, his eyes angry, his chest rising and falling, staring at the man.
He gets up and strides back towards Yoongi, his face scrunched in shock and anger.
He swings for him, but Yoongi ducks out of the way, instead raising his fist and planting it directly in the mans face, forcing him to fall to the floor once again.
"You wanna try again, bitch?" Yoongi spits, raising both his fists in a fighting stance.
The man struggles to get off the floor, disorientated.
"She's mine. Don't touch my fucking woman." He yells intimidatingly.
I stare at him, my eyes wide.
Another large man in a black suit approaches us, Yoongi leans into his ear, and the man nods his head, picking the scumbag off the floor and dragging him out of the club.
Yoongi turns to me, his face softening. "Are you okay?" He asks.
"I'm fine, are you okay?" I ask back, looking at his knuckle, red and swollen.
He looks down at his hand, and shakes it.
"It's nothing." He laughs. "Sorry about that. I couldn't have some freak touching you like that."
"Sorry?" I quip, tilting my head. He looks at me confused.
"That was fucking hot." I add.
He looks at me bewildered. "It was?" He chuckles.
I look at him, and move forward, lifting my hand and grabbing the back of his hair, crashing my lips onto his, kissing him hard. He kisses me back, wrapping his hands around my waist.
I pull back, my hand still attached to his neck.
"Wanna get out of here?" I ask.
"Absolutely."