after dark, 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 [✓]

𝟎𝟎𝟖. tug of war

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ACT ONE  ━━━  CHAPTER EIGHT,
❝ you look lonely, join our team ❞

          "𝓢o you're just not going to talk to me?" Joon-ho asked, walking towards Ji-Yoo as she began to tend to her wound.

Ji-Yoo ignored him, not bothering to look or answer him.

He sighed, lowering his head before lifting it up to face her once again.

"What if I told you that I had a much better plan?"

At those words, she froze and silence filled the room. Finally, Ji-Yoo looked at the mirror and made eye contact with Joon-ho, who stood behind her.

". . . I'm listening."

She turned around which might have been a bad idea since the two of them were incredibly close, chest to chest. Ji-Yoo swallowed when Joon-ho's hands made contact with her jaw, he dragged his soft hands down her jaw slowly, looking directly at her lips.

Ji-Yoo acted quickly, placing her hands on his chest and pushing him away.

He stepped back and took her wrist, she gasped when he pulled her towards him and swiftly turned her around so that she was facing the mirror.

Joon-ho wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his head in her neck, giving her sensitive skin a soft kiss.

A moan escaped Ji-Yoo's mouth, making Joon-ho start to suck on her neck, purposely aiming to leave a bruise. She brought up her arm and wrapped it the back of his neck, moving her head to the side to give him more access.

He pulled away slowly, smiling at the sight of the hickey on Ji-Yoo's neck.

Hopefully no one questions her about it or she's screwed.

Joon-ho turned her back around to face him, he took her chin and lifted her head up, crashing his lips onto hers. She hummed and melted into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck, bringing him down slightly.

"We should stop," Ji-Yoo spoke into the kiss. "We might get caught."

Despite her words, she didn't stop kissing him and neither did he.

"You think so?" Joon-ho whispered, lowering down to grab her thighs and lifting her up, making Ji-Yoo wrap her legs around his waist while his hands rested on her hips.

Ji-Yoo gasped when her skin made contact with the cold edge of the sink, Joon-ho set her down on it and slipped his tongue into her mouth, making her moan loudly.

She pulled away all of a sudden, "You need to tell me your plan."

"There was never a new plan."

Ji-Yoo furrowed her eyebrows, "What do you mean?"