ʜᴀɴᴅꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ || ᴋᴛʜ

Chapter 18 || More

Jimin grinned at her. "That isn't how you are supposed to enjoy a hundred-year-old single malt scotch, Y/n." He held his hand out to her. "Since your husband hasn't bothered to ask you yet, would you like to dance?"

Not wanting to be rude, Y/n placed her hand in the other man's. "Yes, I would love to dance."

She followed Jimin down to the dance floor.

After a few minutes, she was surprisingly enjoying herself. Jimin made her feel at ease. He twirled her and made her do some ballroom steps that were silly and fun. She laughed, feeling free for the first time that evening.

But even as she enjoyed herself, her eyes wandered discreetly.

The devil was nowhere to be seen. Is he with a woman in one of the private rooms?

The very thought of it made her feel the strange burn once again. She should be relieved if he was venting out his animal desire and passion on some other woman who was willing rather than coming home to her. Then why was her stomach clenching in a sick way at the thought?

Forcibly pushing those confusing thoughts away, she smiled at the man in front of her and continued to dance.

Jimin held her waist and dipped her low in a dramatic manner before swinging her back up and twirling her around.

She laughed breathlessly. "You are quite good at this," she said, enjoying herself.

Jimin gave a mock shudder. "My mother made me take dancing lessons during childhood along with my sister."

Y/n laughed and was about to ask him where he grew up when a deep voice cut in.

"Excuse me. If you don't mind, I'd like to dance with my wife." There was a hint of sarcasm in the devil's voice.

Jimin laughed. "Don't worry, man. I'm not trying to steal her away. Although, technically you stole her away from me." He winked at the devil.

A flicker of confusion passed through Y/n's mind. But before she could think what Jimin had meant, the devil filled her vision and all her senses.

She blinked seeing his dark, intense look. He pulled her closer before they began to dance.

But unlike the dancing with Jimin or with any of her friends, dancing with the devil was a nerve-racking experience.

Thick and heavy tension filled the air. She was aware of every little thing around her the rhythmic beats of the throbbing music, a sea of bodies writhing sensually to the music and the burn from the intense gaze of the man in front of her.

Her breasts peaked, and electricity coursed through her. Her breaths came out in shallow, fast pants. It took a tremendous effort for her to stop her body from gravitating towards the devil and rubbing herself against him.

Soon, she couldn't take it anymore. "I'm tired and thirsty," she said, wanting to put a stop to the self-torture.

"Come with me." He led her off the dance floor. But instead of heading to the bar area to request for a bottle of water, he led her towards the elevator.

The crackling awareness continued. She barely noticed where they were going. When the elevator stopped, they walked silently through a dimly-lit hallway.

Y/n's face burned in embarrassment when she saw a few couples making out and kissing passionately in the shadows. Quite some time had passed since the party had begun, and most people were drunk even when she was introduced to them.

Her heart thudded when Kim Tae-hyung stopped in front of a door and opened it using a code before holding it open for her. As soon as she stepped inside, the door shut behind her, leaving her alone with him inside the private room.