Namjoon was reading a book, waiting patiently for her to come out. He sighed looking at his phone, it was 5 minutes pass departure time. He was waiting out of courtesy, plus she was hot. That too was one of the reasons why he put up with her shit.
She walked out of her townhouse, she looked like sex. Not vanilla sex, no the whole bondage ask daddy nicely if you'd like to cum fuck! Yes, those are the right words. She looked like hard fucking for hours. Namjoon gulped, as he adjusted his jeans. Which were oddly too tight at the moment. Kim Seokjin is what wet dreams are made of. She wore a tight pink dress with a clutch purse in hand. Beige LouBoutin's to match. Her ash-gray hair bouncing in the night air with each step. She waved to Namjoon as he reached the car.
"You look ravishing noona." Like clock work Namjoon instantly complimented her. She smiled, loving the attention. With anyone else she'd give a "I know" with a simple roll of the eyes. But not with "Joonie" the pet name she thinks fits him the most. "But I had to wait 5 extra minutes. What the fuck Jin? You're in a pool what if someone else requested me?" Jin narrowed her eyes, she should have known she wasn't going to just get a compliment by Namjoon. Nope his ass had to complain about some fuck shit.
"First of all, I'm not like this basic bitches okay. It takes a good minute to get all of this perfect okay! Plus I got this gold dress yesterday and I was having second thoughts on it, I couldn't find the right shoes to go with them. Stilettos or Pumps? It's not an easy decision, Joonie?" Namjoon's left eye twitched, it's like she's speaking a different fucking language to him.
He calmed down, this woman knew how to push his buttons. Starting the car up , he drove down the night streets of Seoul. He started playing Nicki Minaj, he knew the older loved the rapper. She started tweaking in her seat to the music. Namjoon kept his eyes on the road, but every now in then he'd catch the older dancing in the rear-view mirror. His cheeks would flush at the action.
They arrived at the destination, Jin was invited to a close friend's birthday party. Jin momentarily checked her face in the compact mirror. "How do I look?" She asked through the rear-view mirror. She through the mirror, he eyes looking directly at his. "Like your dress will definitely will be on some lucky guys floor." They both knew that was not going to happen. But the two development a relationship to the point crude jokes was a normality. He gave a smug smile, his dimples indenting his cheeks. "Cute." She simply said. "Be back at 11 pm." She demanded in a cute tone. "Will do, your highness." He said with sarcasm.
Jin smirked as she got out entering the building. She made her to switch her hips a little bit harder then usual, knowing the black-haired male was watching her every move. He wouldn't dare drive off till she was safely inside. The gray-haired beauty entered; immediately being engulfed in a tight hug by another woman wearing another shirt skin tight dress. Namjoon couldn't help but think.
What is with these woman? Do they not know they don't have to wear such clothing? A winning smile can win a man over! Well, a winning smile could win me over.
The male drove down the lite streets of Seoul. He had 2 hours to kill, he stopped at a nearby cafe. His usual caffeine fix would perk him up. Entering a small cafe on a strip. The smell of coffee beans immediately hitting his face, he smiled. It was maybe two other patrons in the coffee house. One was reading a book by the window, AirPods plugged in. Enhancing the adventure of the book they chose to indulge themselves in. He noticed a girl wiping down a table, although she had her back to him. He could tell she worked there judging by the uniform. She turned her head slightly to catch a glimpse of the new customer that just walked in.
"Oh, I'll be right with you sir." She yelled while rushing to get back to her post. Namjoon was by the counter on his phone. He didn't even look up when he answered her back. "Okay." Hurried footsteps scurried behind the counter. "How may I help you sir?" The female said followed by a few taps on the screen in front of her. Namjoon looked up from his phone, brows furrowed. He noticed the voice of the woman was deep not deep like a man. But it was a sultry-rich tone. Most woman didn't speak like this unless they were purposely trying to seduce someone. Namjoon was now face to face with the woman. His voice was caught in his throat.
