3rd Year | Jeon Jungkook

21 • Is That How You See Me?

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Sitting in a barstool that finally became available, Bun sipped on his third and final drink of the evening. He still had to drive home and didn't want to be too drunk to do so. Why was he even staying? Kit had dragged Pup's baby ass into an Uber a few minutes ago and Jimin was somewhere convincing somebody's girlfriend to cheat on her man for the night. Despite his social battery being on E, he hung around for a reason he didn't want to admit existed.

That reason was currently on the dance floor, unaware that he was watching the sexy way her body moved.

He shouldn't want her but he did. He shouldn't still be here but he was, and the alcohol was making him think too much.

Despite the attraction he could finally admit he had towards Dahlia, nothing would ever come of them. If it did, it wouldn't be any deeper than physical.

He doubted she would be ok with that. Dahlia wasn't like Joy. Not shaming Joy at all, but Dahlia didn't seem like the type to be happy with being someone he would only go to when he needed a sexual release, not even if he would always return the favor.

Looking at that sexy ass, he would ALWAYS return the favor.

But judging by the way she talked to her friends, she wanted more. She wanted a relationship, and that was something he wasn't able to give her. Even if by some stroke of luck that she would consider giving someone as damaged as him that title, his heart wouldn't allow it. It had finally accepted that he and Taylor were over. Why risk another heartbreak?

He didn't like Dominic but honestly, what had he done to deserve Bun's mistrust? Was it really intuition or was it jealousy in disguise? Even as he asked himself, he was self-aware enough to know the answer.

Just watching him bring her body closer and press his hand into her lower back made an uncomfortable feeling flare inside Bun's body. Sniffling, he took that as his cue that it was time to go home. If he left now, he could finish off the bottle of Fireball in the freezer and pass out before she got home.

If she was even coming home. He sniffled again as the uncomfortable feeling intensified.

Dominic had someone he desired. He could give her what she wanted, something that Bun couldn't. As desired a man as Bun was, Dahlia Clover was way out of his league. She was an angel while he was a fucked up child of the underworld. The fact that she was unattainable only made him want her more but the sooner he got it through his head that he could never have her, the better off he'd be.

If only she knew the way he could make her body feel if he had the opportunity.

Finishing off his drink, he sat the empty glass on the bar. As he was about to go back to standing watch over his roommate, his view was obstructed by someone just as tempting but for a different reason entirely.

A golden crown of leaves sat on the head of the succubus cosplaying as the Greek goddess of lust. Sandy brown hair styled in loose curls tumbled down her back, her white mini skirt barely covered her ass and thin strips of white cloth crossing over her breasts like a halter top did nothing to hide her hardened nipples. The gold glitter dusted over her tan skin made her shimmer beneath the colored lights above the dance floor, making her look as ethereal as she did provocative.

Hooded hazel eyes stayed locked onto him as she danced. Her hands pushed her curls up and to one side before sliding down her body, along the curve of her neck and over one of her erect nipples that he'd had in his mouth on countless occasions. Hips rolling seductively to the pounding bass, a coy smile lifted her cheeks as she motioned for him to join her with a slender finger.