CAPTUS || JinKook

28. Slow

Seokjin

His kiss was slow but passionate. His tongue flickered softly on my lips. I wanted to cry for unknown reasons. His kisses were making me emotional.

He pulled me closer to his body as his tongue hinted that it needed access. I parted my lips, and truth to be told; his tongue quickly explored my mouth. As my tongue entangled with his, a small moan left my mouth, and he reacted to it by tightening his grip on my waist. I could feel him pressing against my stomach. He was hard. But then, my stomach grumbled.

He chuckled against my lips before pulling away. He looked intensely into my eyes. "You're hungry. You should eat."

I think I was ten times redder than I already was. It wasn't how I wanted our first kiss to end. "I'm fine. We can just eat something inside."

"Not when you're uncomfortable being around them. We can go home and order something. My speech was done, and so was I. Let's go." He held my hand. He was so natural. It was as if we had been in a relationship for so long.

I could see the stares we were getting. I could already tell Mr. Jeon was very popular among the crowd. Some welcomed me nicely; some gave me a stabbing look. I wasn't sure if I was overthinking again, but some were probably disappointed that it wasn't them at my place.

"Jin."

The voice sounded very familiar. And my heart thumped harder than usual. I halted almost immediately, but I was afraid to turn and face him. I wanted to say many things to him but was scared to tell them because hurting people would probably be the last thing I wanted to do.

My hand tightened around Mr. Jeon before I faced Hoseok. He looked uneasy, and his face bore a nervous smile. "Can we talk for a while?"

I scoffed. I didn't know how I got the courage to bark a sarcastic laugh. "Are you happy?"

I saw how his eyes grew big after the question. "W-what..."

"I hope you're happy and contented, Hoseok. And please take care of my son as if he's your own. And if he's already calling you appa, I wish every time you look into my son's eyes; you'll feel the contentment you're longing for. I genuinely mean that. I don't want to hear whatever you want to say. And please don't ever think of apologizing. Because you intentionally did and planned whatever you did to me. I wish you nothing but happiness."

I turned my heel and left. I did not allow him to say a word. I saw how Hoseok's eyes glistened as I spoke. I knew I had to go before I apologized for the statements I had said. But thinking everything had already ended there, another wanted to see me down. And he was there, hands in his pockets and a sarcastic smile plastered on his face. I wanted to stop walking. But it seemed Mr. Jeon knew what I felt.

As we approached the man waiting near the exit, I heard Mr. Jeon clear his throat.

"How are you, Seokjin? Enjoying the privilege of being with a wealthy man?"

I paused breathing when Mr. Jeon stopped, face-to-face with Namjoon, his eyes staring sharply into Namjoon's insulting gaze. "Just fuck off. My man's hungry."

I didn't know if I should laugh seeing the surprised reaction on Namjoon's face. But Mr. Jeon's response to Namjoon amazed me more. It was unexpected. He glared at Namjoon one last time before he pulled me out of the venue and ignored the greetings from the other guests.

Mr. Jeon kept glancing at me as we headed to his car. Before he opened the car door for me, he pulled me into a tight hug, kissing my forehead as I rested my head on his shoulder. I stayed there for a while as he gently rubbed my back with his hand. "It's okay to speak what your heart wants to say. Letting your emotions in is more harmful than good. Don't feel guilty about it."