WHO?

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Booze filled his vision every time he turned his head, along with its intoxicating odour mixed with the disgusting smell of human sweat that entered his lungs with every whiff. He could see people grinding against each other as if there was no before and no beyond. He ordered for a refill as he continued watching the petty source of entertainment being displayed in front of him.

"New here?" His eyes met a pair of adorningly potent purple ones and he felt himself losing in them gradually.

"No. Just late, I believe." He slurred, moving towards the owner of the voice which had caught his attention. He found it amusing when she smiled and looked away. "Jungkook." He spoke.

"Lyla." She pronounced, catching his attention even more. What he could definitely tell about Lyla was that she was bound to be heard and paid attention to, no soul could ignore her presence even in a hall filled with a crowd.

"I've been observing you for a while. Break-up?" She raised her brows, waiting for a response when Jungkook chuckled, catching her off-guard.

"Unattached." He made his point clear, he could see that in her eyes and the small 'great' that left her mouth was all the more titillating.

"So?" He recalled being asked this question many times. The next moment he was on top of her, pinning her against the soft mattress, in his little hideout, as she squealed with excitement. Her laughter inebriated him and he made his resolve to pleasure her to the extent that she'd forget all her previous encounters.

His slow approach to her lips aroused her and although untouched, as of yet, she felt funny between her legs. When their lips met Jungkook was determined to take her by surprise as he smooched her hungrily, tasting her like a hungry soul would cherish the smallest bite of any delicacy.

She moaned, his tarse throbbed. There was an unsaid control of the sounds she let out over the way he felt inside the tight jeans he wore. Heaven was when her knee started rubbing against the material and slow tingles tickled his member.

Hell dawned when she managed to exchange their positions without breaking their smooch, and started opening the buttons of his silk shirt excruciatingly slow. Her hips grinded against his clothed throbbing member that asked for mercy. A groan of satisfaction left him when she pulled down his pants, freedom, and a low grunt was exhibited when her full lips surrounded his penis.

His eyes rolled back as her lips dropped down on him. She pulled away and he sucked in a deep breath, eyes shut in appeasement. A wavering breath left him in response to her tongue swirling around his tip. He shuddered under her incomplete kisses and when he couldn't take more of the tiring torture, he took a handful of her hair, making sure that he didn't hurt her in the process, and guided her along his penis.

"Yes. It is your duty to tell me about every single detail you get to know about me."

His physical pleasure was disturbed when he remembered the actual reason he had entered a club after a long while. Youra.

Did they fight? He couldn't say yes but he wouldn't say no. He'd rather term it as an argument. It was natural that she'd get possessive over her boyfriend but her vigilance had started to bug him in no time. Seeing her stand against his frivolous action in an irksome manner, that too for a man she did not even remember of, only annoyed him as well.

"Do you know how messed up he would've felt?"

Her voice rang in his ears again and he loathed the fact that he couldn't focus on his moment of pleasure anymore. He felt raged. So much that he abruptly stopped Lyla from sucking him and pushed her against the bed with more force than intended. He struggled to pull off her short dress, fidgeting with the zipper.