Hahm Yunhee is home. A place of safety. A place of comfort. And yet, a large segment of her heart is missing, left behind in an unreachable world.
Park Jimin is trapped in a parallel universe, fighting for survival while striving to find a way back...
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The main entrance crashed shut, and Yunhee's yelp reverberated throughout the halls when she was shoved against the sturdy door.
Jimin wasn't taking any prisoners tonight, his voracious lips absorbing her needy moans, nipping, and biting until her mouth was as plump as his. He pinched her backside as she messed up his hair, hands roaming, tongues exploring, fingertips travelling under clothes to seek and caress throughout their fiery kiss.
They needed to relocate their business upstairs before they fucked like wild animals on the floor, but it was impossible for Yunhee to tear herself away. Not when he tasted like a promising slice of sinful pleasure. Not when she was hot and ready for him after weeks of separation.
Not when he was consuming her like his life depended on it.
'Ahem...'
Jimin's growl was ferocious as he tore his swollen mouth from Yunhee, drew his weapon and whirled around. Jin stood in the shadows of the west wing, his hands raised defensively in the air with an expression that was anything but apologetic.
'What the hell do you want?' Jimin snapped, making no attempt to lower his gun.
Yunhee recognised when the mob boss wanted to spill blood. She could see it burning in his pupils when he looked his enemy in the eye and pulled the trigger, but this was not one of those times. His stance, though rigid from sexual tension, was not threatening.
Jimin knew it was his right-hand man before he'd even produced his firearm. He was simply pissed off at yet another unwelcome interruption.
'You're that pent up?' Jin sniggered as he ambled forward. 'Hi, Yunhee.'
'Hi, Jin,' she waved while guiltily tidying her dishevelled hair.
'Seokjin,' Jimin forewarned, despite ramming his Raptor away, 'you've got five seconds-'
'Yeah, sorry to interrupt, boss, but something urgent cropped up this evening that I think you'll want to see.'
Yunhee whined, and Jimin threw his head back, his eyes closed as the two of them shared a silent prayer. 'Can't it wait until morning?'
'Um,' Jin cast a brief glance in Yunhee's direction, sending her a thousand apologies as he tentatively replied, 'no, it really can't, sorry.'
The stream of profanities that left Jimin's lips were unrepeatable, and he in turn sent her a huge apology with his sorrowful gaze, but Yunhee's smile was sympathetic as she stepped beside him and grabbed his hand.
Tonight, they had promised to forget the shitstorm that engulfed them, but Jin would not disrupt their evening unless it was absolutely necessary, and it was not within Jimin's nature nor feasible for him to let it ride.
She didn't want him to.
'It's okay,' Yunhee assured. 'I'm sure it won't take long.'
For a millisecond, Jimin looked hurt as he combed her face for answers, but then he sighed in defeat, kissed her forehead, and snapped his attention to Jin.
