"Bound by a reckless mistake, he found himself irresistibly addicted to her-craving her like a thirst that couldn't be quenched, an insatiable desire entwining their fates."
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Jimin's POV
Soft melodies from a live orchestra fill the air as I walk back in, creating an ambiance of elegance and allure.
I still can't seem to figure out how... how the hell did I fall so hard for her?
When did this all start?
Did I always feel this way?
Does she feel the same way?
Is it only ... me?
Lost in a sea of my own thoughts, I walk towards the bar to grab a glass of champagne when I suddenly feel a hand on my shoulder. I startle and turn around to see a comforting smile with familiar dimples.
"There you are!" His voice is soothing, kind eyes and a compassionate smile.
"Oh Joon hyung!" I smile back immediately as we both hug each other. He pulls back with a grin as I watch him scan me from head to toe.
"Wow you look great," he playfully wiggles his brows, causing me to laugh. "So where's your partner?" He asks.
I stand there staring at him with my mouth hanging open, not knowing why I couldn't utter her name...
Y/N...
Y/N...
Y/N.
The name itself turns me on to the core as I remember what I have done to her earlier. The name keeps repeating inside my head like an echo, and I can feel my cock twitch inside my pants.
A sudden loud noise of glasses breaking echoes through the hall, instantly silencing the conversations and drawing the attention of me, Joon and every other guest. Heads turn towards the source of the commotion.
My eyes widen when I realize the familiar figure apologizing to the waiter with a slight bow and a drunk giggle. I quickly excuse myself to Namjoon and then walk over to her with an apologetic smile on my face as I drag her while everyone is watching and gossiping.
She looks even drunker than before. I give her a stern glare once I drag her out of the event completely. Her eyelashes flutter tiredly, and I have to admit that I can't stay mad at her, not when she's this cute.
I sigh and run my fingers through my hair.
This night was really important to me. I didn't have enough chance to prove myself in front of that old lady, but everything around me starts to look blurry when the matter comes to Y/N. It's like when the focus of the camera focuses on what you really want it to focus on, and that focus is Y/N. I don't think she's a burden or anything, not at all. I don't actually mind if I couldn't take this opportunity because I tried to be there for her. She's my priority after all.
