Mine
⚠️Warning: 18+⚠️
He was speeding. Almost, the tip of the speed meter reaches one-hundred. But he doesn't give a fuss. He doesn't mind. The day had become too stressful and he wasn't in the mood. After all those sleepless nights, all those preparations, he'd only received a displeasing stare from his father? Not a smile. Not a nod. Not a simple thank you.
Jimin was appointed to do the opening introduction to welcome upcoming guests from around the globe. It was for the means of partnership with numerous large companies worldwide and it was highly anticipated by many. His father was expectant of it. He was hoping for more. But by the looks of it, he was rather... disappointed.
Jimin swears he had done everything in his might. He had pleased every one of his excellent job. But not him.
Not his father.
His phone rang—it's an incoming call.
He slid the green button and waited for the other line to answer.
"Jimin." The voice said, fixated. "Your father wishes for your presence."
Like a flicker of a heartbeat, he momentarily gazed away.
"I can't. I have some important things to do."
"But, sir." The other line went silent for a moment. "He is waiting for you. He only wanted a decent talk with his son."
What? Only to receive degrading compliments? Of how disappointed he was? Of how displeasing he is during the opening? Jimin wouldn't risk it. He was pressured... too pressured to step as an heir. As if the daylight shrouded away. He had heard enough and he deserve some peace and quiet. Just for the mean time.
He pursed his lips, struggling to come up with an answer.
"I'll deal with him tomorrow."
And ended the call.
He was welcomed by a booming sound and crowd noises, as if he was being pulled by a wild energy as he stepped out of his car. The lights wildly danced in thin air and the ambiance somewhat eased the heaviness on his shoulder.
Jimin sniffed a breath of air—a foolish grin escaped his thin lips.
"You came just in time!"
A man, older of him of three years, greeted him at the entrance. His gummy smile is one of his highlights. He patted his shoulder and excitedly pulled the younger one in.
"Of course, I'm a man of my words." Jimin said between his smiles. "And I wouldn't want to leave you here alone, with so much girls to see and alcohol to drink in one night."
Yoongi quirked a sly grin. "Woah. What's with the tone, buddy?"
Jimin only shrugged his shoulders and headed the counter in less than seconds.
"One vodka and whiskey, please."
They both occupied the first two stools and waited for their orders to come. Jimin gazed at him, with a look that can deceive—he smiled.
"How are you and Jihyo?" He asked, quite expectant that there is a change.
He remembers the last time they met, Yoongi opens about his marriage and how things are heading the wrong way. Jihyo and Yoongi, they've been in a rough spot lately. It's because of their work, most of the time, they would argue about the smallest things, like as well their time together, when one of them goes home late or even debate about unreplied messages.
"We're doing good." Yoongi started, his hand on his chin, deeply going through the things that happened this week. "We've talked about it a lot. We have settled what needs to be settled... I don't want to let go of this marriage."
"You love her."
"Of course, I do." He snorted. "I believe things will get better."
Jimin grinned and teared his gaze away, drank the glass of whiskey on the counter. Somewhere in Yoongi's words had troubled him.
"What about you?" The oldest questioned, raising the glass of vodka with a tease. "Have you found what you're looking for?"
The ends of his lips curved—a nasty grin.
Jimin raised both of his hand in midair, proudly as ever.
"I've got everything in here." He eyed at the front, where girls are endlessly dancing in poles, in their see-through clothing, high heels and their tempting smiles.
It's a feast.
"You dumbass." Yoongi argued, disgusted by his answer. "You'll know when you get there."
In the remaining hour, they had talked about a lot of stuffs. Money, job, love life... girls. They even asked for another round of drinks which gave them the tipsy feeling but Yoongi rejected in the third round, saying, he needs to get home and be with his wife, they had agreed upon doing a movie marathon once a week during their day off.
After consuming the last glasses, Yoongi finally excused himself and drifted off.
Jimin exited the counter the second his friend plights away from his sight, into a narrow hallway at the latter corner of the bar. He didn't come here just to have a drink and talk with his longtime colleague. The idea had been tingling at the corners of his mind.
The moment he turned right; he was welcomed by the gloominess of the room. The blasting sound that rung his ears vanished in an instant. Jimin's stares bore at the horizon.
His smile went astray—it came mischievous... foolish... playful.
He came here for a purpose.
The red room.
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She was shivering under the thinness of her clothing. She was showing too much skin, despite her being a conservative. She has to deal with this kind of ill job or wait for her to starve to death. She had no choice. No other options. They said, it's a jackpot. The money. It will make anyone come for more. Stick to it even though the job sounds displeasing.
Jeongyeon rubbed her elbows and her gaze fell at the air conditioner at the far edge.
It's her first night.
Just one try, she thought to herself. Just one try and she'll be gone the second they'll look for her.
The door suddenly flung open and a heavy thump echoed at her chest. She swallowed. She squinted at the dimness of the room, almost, she can't distinguish who it is. The dark red shade at the four corners of the room gave her an impression—it sent a bitter taste. How she hated it.
"How are you honey?" Sana, the pink-haired woman asked teasingly.
The short dress shaped her physique. She was wearing bright red two-piece underneath the see-through. It looked pretty much too appealing and... seductive.
Jeongyeon smiled, quite relieved to know it was Sana.
"I'm doing fine." Sarcasm filled her tone. "No customers yet?" Her voice trembled at the end.
She prays to the gods there wouldn't be any. How a fool she really is, she thought. She won't be receiving any bucks today if that's the case. Perhaps, she will be going home penniless. The idea sent an awful taste to her tongue... the uneasiness on her skin. She suddenly grew restless.
"No honey." Sana cocked a sweet seductive smile. "Nayeon, Tzuyu and Momo, they're now in their perspective rooms and the customers looked very pleased."
The woman plucked her lips together.
"We're getting money tonight." Sana said in an energetic tone, her stare bores to her soul.
"And you're next."
The door loudly shut before her very eyes.
The nervousness tickled her system. She can sense the incoming nausea and for a minute, her vision spiraled and her stomach rumbled in an uncontrolled rate. She got a hold of herself before anything happens. Jeongyeon paced forward and straightened her short skirt that almost touches the cheeks of her buttocks.
The door once again flung open.
Now, the feeling is different.
Before she could take a second glance, the door was again shut closed with Sana's echoing voice of 'enjoy' in the background.
Her heart continuously thumped.
"What's your name?"
The voice sounded suave and cool. Jeongyeon squinted under the light, the silhouette covered half of his face and by the looks of it, he is quite taller than her. And he was wearing a suit.
"J-jeongyeon." She answered honestly, glued like a statue.
The man quirked a grin. Neared. And neared. Closing the gap between them. He stared at her for seconds and before she could move a limb, he softly placed his hand on her tiny waist, his arms felt warm on her bare skin. He pulled her towards him, towards his chest. Jeongyeon could smell the bold scent of his perfume—it was an ecstasy. Her heart is beating wildly. He lowered his head, almost, the tip of his nose is touching her ear. She could hear his breath. His lips brushed the side of her cheek and it sent shivers to her spine.
"Call me Jimin... Park Jimin."
Jimin faced her, still, with an alluring grin. He can say she has the looks...and the body. She is beautiful compared to the ones he had seen before. Covered in full make-up. Their bright lipstick and thick eyeliners. She neither has those things.
She's a natural.
He neared once more. Gave a peck at her forehead.
At the tip of her nose.
At her lips.
There's his playful grin. He stared at her for a while. Then kissed her intimately. He can taste the sweet scent of her lip-gloss. She was quite taken a back but she went on. He teased her. Licked her lower lips with his tongue. He pressed his lips to her. A chuckle escaped his throat. His arms fled to her back, caressing her delicate skin. Her hands started to brush the back of his head. He was asking to enter, pushing his tongue towards her mouth. She allowed. He liked the texture of it. She is a player, he thought; she swiveled her tongue towards his. It became truly intimate.
Jimin chuckled, broke the kiss and leave pecks at her neck.
His fingers traveled at back of her chest, and slowly untangled the lock of her bra. He once again caressed her skin, squeezing through it. He moved on her collarbone, leaving petty red marks and giving her the satisfaction she needs.
Jeongyeon moaned.
Jimin grinned.
"You like it?"
She was about to answer but he locked his lips with hers. Pressed his lips and explored her mouth using his tongue. She moaned, continuously shuffling his hair in return. Jimin get a hold both of her thigh and buried her weight, until it was wrapped around him. He can feel her undergarments on his skin and he liked it. He carried her all the way as their kiss becomes intimate than before. It was becoming hot. He sat her at the bedtable wherein the lamp came falling in, leaving a loud thump around the room. They didn't care. Jeongyeon were struggling to remove his coat. Jimin did so, leaving him with his white polo. She began removing each button but before she could, he once again carried her onto the bed.
They landed on a soft thud.
Jimin caught her lips and intimately kissed her. He snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her closely. Then let her go. His hand moved on her stomach, moving upwards, under her bra. He squeezed her breast and a soft welp escaped Jeongyeon's mouth, breaking the kiss.
"I—I'm sorry. I—"
"Don't worry. I'll go soft on you."
Jimin removed her upper clothing, leaving her with only her bra and short skirt. He undid his polo, leaving him half-naked. He caught her lips once again. Their skins touched. Jeongyeon tried her best not to let out a moan as his lips travelled below, at her neck, collarbone... at her breast. She allowed him. A tingle sensation prickled her. He pulled out her bra and teased her once again. Squeezed her breasts and letting his tongue touch her nipples. She giggled shortly. Jimin did so. Tonguing the tip of her nipples, sucking it in. A moan escaped her throat.
Jeongyeon pushed him softly, sat on his lap and started leaving pecks on his neck. His hands were wrapped around her small waist.
He let out a chuckle.
"What?" Her voice sounded muffled.
"Nothing." He answered quickly and pushed her on the bed, catching her off guard.
"You're a tease. I'll give you that." Jimin said with a seductive grin, laying on top of her. "But let me do the work. Understand?"
Their lips met in an instant. He moved onto her breast and caressed each pump, squeezing... playing with his tongue. Her moans echoed and every stroke is a delight. Her nails dug on the skin of his back but he didn't mind. He traced her stomach using his tongue and paused midway. Slid her short skirt, leaving her with only an underwear. Before he could take it off, Jeongyeon removed his shirt and unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants down. He was back at it again. His toned abs showed and his masculine physique. He could feel the rising temperature of the room and the hardening below. He pulled her towards him, on his lap, chest-to-chest, her breast touching his chest. Jimin slowly pulled her garment off, touching her soft skin.
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The soft ring of an alarm resonated over. Her eyes flashed open and the first thing she saw is the man sleeping cozily beside her, with only the blankets covering their naked body.
Jeongyeon silently skidded at the side of the bed and paced away, picking up her clothes on the floor. It all came in a blur but she clearly knew what happened last night. Regret gleamed over her. Just one try and all will be finished, the thought clawed her mind once again. Just once.
No feelings attached.
She watched her reflection on the mirror and all the kiss marks caught her full attention. At her neck to her collarbone. Her body aches but she doesn't care. She needed to go home and cleanse, she feels filthy at the moment... and the money. She needed the money.
She neared the door—
"Where are you going?"
Jeongyeon paused for a minute. His voice sounded autocratic... demanding. She looked over her shoulder and saw him awake, waiting for her to answer.
"You paid me for entertainment." She explained with an unbothered expression. "I gave you what you wanted. Now, the contract's over."
She was about to turn the knob—
"What if I don't?"
Jimin stood half-naked, a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Don't what?" Jeongyeon asked, quite annoyed.
"Don't want this to end." A small smile creeped to his lips. Slowly, he closed the gap between them. Just like what happened last night.
A step forward. Another step closer.
"I'll pay you." He began. "Whatever amount you wish."
She studied him for a while. He got the looks; she gives him points to that but personality wise... she doesn't know. Yes. She needed money. She wanted the money but she never imagined she'd live a job like this. Used for entertainment when someone's bored or just for lust. But she needed the money.
"I-I can't."
"Hm." Jimin cooed, watching her expressions change. "Why is that?"
"I just can't."
Jeongyeon watched him tower over her. Her heartbeat raced again. As if he had done something in advance that made her feel like this. And how she hated it. She swallowed—tried to come up with a decent answer.
"I just can't, okay?" Her tone slightly raised. "I'll be gone for the next days and you'll not be able to see me in this place again. And... and, just forget about me. Pretend you didn't spend the night with a person like me."
Jimin plastered an entertained smile.
This woman is something else.
"What if I don't want to forget you?" He challenged, a wide grin escaped his lips, "A beauty like yours can't be that easily forgotten."
Jeongyeon puckered her lips, her patience is thinning out. This man is getting into her nerves. He is so persistent... and annoying.
"Okay, Jimin, let me cut out the chase." She puffed a deep sigh, really quite getting annoyed.
"You wouldn't want me because I'm not within your measure of standards. I'm not attractive and you are that insistent because all you wanted is the pleasure. The thrill. Th—"
He swiftly pulled her by the waist and kissed her. Their lips moved in rhythm for a short moment. It was soft. Before he could even insist himself further, he let go, breaking the kiss.
"You talk too much." Jimin said, giving an end to the heated discussion.
"Whatever magic you've used against me, I can't let you go. I won't."
He neared. Closer than ever. Slightly lowered his head to her ear. His breath never fails to send shivers to her spine—it brushed her neck. His firm arms were a safe place for her. She felt somehow secured. His scent tingled her nose and for a moment, she knew she wouldn't escape this rabbit hole that easily.
"You'll be a slave for me and for me alone."
He whispered.
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Sorry for this shot, for the inappropriate scenes. I was trying to explore more on the genre I am not grown to reading. I just wanted to try tho :3 and that's the end result. I know I've tried but at least. Hahaha. Thank you for the support! Mwaaaah.
I'm going to start dropping random questions just for fun and to know all of you better during this quarantine. If it's okay with you :D
Here it is.
Question of the chapter:
Sunrise or sunset
Mine is sunset. I know, sunrise gives us the feeling of new hope as another day opens but watching the sun sets just gives me the feels. I'm a person that is fond of the night that is why. But, the atmosphere gives me peace and serenity. It's much different. That's all. :)))
Just choose from the two and comment why. It will be fun! xD
That's for now. I hope everyone is doing fine and please stay at home. I love you all! <3