the bachelor's party: xxx

the bachelor's party: what does this remind me of

It was yet another night in the office, and Jisoo and Jinyoung are still working.

It was already 9PM, and the two don't even hide the fact that they are exhausted. Yet, what needs to be done needs to be done so they can't go home yet.

Jinyoung looked at Jisoo, the two of them sitting beside each other in the couch of his office, going through hundreds of papers and documents. He slouched back, allowing himself to pause, and just look at the girl from her back.

He never admits to it or openly gives compliment, but he is always in awe, seeing her work, knowing she's just a rookie, and she still has years to further master her work. He knows she'll make it big - with this work enthusiasm, the commitment, the eagerness to learn.

Thinking about it warps Jinyoung back to his rookie days, back when he just started working for Decade under his dad. He's just like a male version of Jisoo, he thinks - his willingness to work long hours, the greed to know and learn as much as he could, the subtle competitiveness, a touch of perfectionism, and being able to vibe with colleagues.

Jisoo was busy reading a document, but she felt a little funny. It feels like someone is staring at her. She looks up from the document, turn her head to her right where Jinyoung was sitting, and found him spacing out, looking straight to her eyes.

Jisoo's heart beats so fast as her eyes locked with his. Picture this: Jisoo, looking back at Jinyoung who has slouched in the couch, a smoldering look on his face.

"Jinyoung," Jisoo quiety called.

Jinyoung blinked, cocked her head a bit to the side, a subtle smile on his face.

It felt like the air is being sucked out of the room, Jisoo felt. Her mind tries to recall, like a deja vu. Things feel familiar.

Jinyoung touched her arm. "Are you okay?"

His touch was warm and gentle, against her skin, hot and needy. He held her near the elbow, and caressed the skin with his thumb.

"Jisoo, are you okay?"

But she did not hear it anymore.

In her head, she was warped back in time: that night, in the private room, the lights dimmed, they sat beside each other. He was sitting in the couch, slouched back, as he tells her how to do it while he unzips his pants. She heard the zipper, but her eyes are glued on his eyes. His gaze was hot, smoldering, greedy, but not scary.

As she recalls the night, like in several nights, in her bed, she thinks about what she would have done differently. If only she did well, he would never have gotten married. If only she's sober and expressed her interest, he would never have gotten with that woman.

If she would have done things differently, she'd rather kiss him, hot and passionate, full of intent, her body touching his, her hands on his hair, his hands granted access to the entirety of her.

As she looks at his eyes one more time, on the couch in his office, Jisoo thought - what would I have done differently?

Time moved slower for the both of them - Jisoo leaning in, Jinyoung watching her face move near to him. As her face moves closer, the vanilla scent caught his nose.

The last time she was ever this close... Jinyoung's thoughts trailed off.

She stopped when their faces are a few inches away. Her eyes seek his, but what it really seek is another thing - Resistance? Permission?

Jinyoung slightly opened his mouth, about to say something, but he hesitated. In the split second he did, Jisoo leaned in, kissing him.

Her lips might be soft and full and plump, but it was commanding. She guides his lips, creating rhythm. Slowly, she lifts up her hands to his hair, guiding his head as they kissed.

It was the sound of the slam of the door that snap them both out. Jinyoung opened his eyes, like stepping out of the trance. At the door frame stood his wife, Sooyoung Park, a grim look on her face.

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Disclaimer: Photo not mine.