"I...We're friends, right...But...can you...Could you help me?" Taehyung frowns.
"Help you how?" He whispers and Yeona doesn't look at him.
"Move on." Taehyung frowns. He hates the idea of being a person she uses to move on. But at that very moment...
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| Yeona
I don't think twice and lift my hands to his face, desperate to feel loved. I respond with a similar passion, loving the feeling of his plump lips on mine, the alcohol heightens the feelings, every sensation; I need it so badly.
He slips his tongue in my mouth and I let him. His hand on my nape, he deepens the kiss, tugging on my hair, lost in the moment.
He suddenly pulls away, we're both breathless and I frown.
"What's wrong?" I whisper against his swollen lips.
"This is wrong, Yeona." He breathes, his chest rising and falling quickly. "You love Taehyung. You're drunk. You'll regret it in the morning." He says and a single tear falls down my cheek.
"If it's okay with you, it's okay with me. If you don't hate me for tonight despite the fact that I'm still in love with Taehyung-"
Jimin seals my lips with his lips, pressing them so softly yet with so much emotion.
"It hurts." He admits in a whisper. "But I'd watch you break me over and over if it meant I got to hold you one more second." I shake my head, feeling my heart clenching at his words. "No guilt." He whispers again and my teary eyes meet his starry brown ones before he closes the space between us again, his lips dancing with mine passionately, almost desperately.
My fingers grip on his soft hair, not caring in the slightest for the sweat covering his toned body.
With a few careful steps, Jimin presses me against the wall, his body against mine. His hands travel down my curves, sensually but so lovingly, it's exactly what I needed tonight- I know this sounds exceedingly selfish...But it's the truth on how I feel.
Jimin trails his lips down my jawline, attacking my neck with his soft lips, opening them to suck on my sensitive skin, carefully closing his teeth. My hands grasp his shoulders as my knees weaken under his pleasurable assaults.
His hands slide down to my thighs and he signals me to jump, catching me easily. I wrap my legs around his waist, arching my back as his hands find their way up my dress, lifting it above my waist. His perfect, sinfully swollen lips muffle the moans from my mouth while his hands undress me skilfully.
I do my part, ridding him of his shirt. Once I'm only wearing my underwear, Jimin carries me to the couch where he lays me down gently, his eyes devouring me.
"God, Yeona, you're so perfect, so gorgeous, I wish they would appreciate how amazing you are." He whispers almost to himself before quickly taking off his jogs which he tosses in the pile of clothes. I admire his gorgeous body as he hovers over me, between my legs, leaning part of his weight on me.
