•☁︎'𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 || ᵏⁱᵐ ᵗᵃᵉʰʸᵘⁿᵍ

026

Everything felt so wrong.

The lights shining too brightly, the overcrowding space of the club, the stench of sweetened vodka that lingered beneath my nose as my companion sipped on a Raspberry Chikito, the shiny glint on her plump lips succeeding in tiring me so much...more.

Like most things, my offing feel had a definite reason, one being that I couldn't stop thinking about the events that had taken place but days ago, and even though we both eventually agreed to keeping it a secret and to pretend that nothing ever happened, I wanted it to happen again, and I wanted us cooped in a much more inappropriate situation, over a longer course of time too.

Enough time that would allow to thoroughly explore the boundaries of what I had felt against me, the soft delicacy of her skin, the welcoming fresh scent of mountain mist and strawberries, something sweet placed on the tip on my tongue that dissolved way too quickly, something I needed to experience through a longer course of time.

Or maybe I just didn't want any granted chance with her, wasted?

And yet, knowing how dangerous overstepping that boundary of professionalism could comprehend to be, I just continuously hungered for more.

I wondered; did she think of what happened between us as much as I did?

A giggle gathers me out of my reverie, and I look to my left to see that the beautiful woman has leaned even closer, her tits pouring out of the corseted dress, having my attention blink elsewhere when I remember the feel of Kamazia's very own, how full and pert they felt pressed against my chest, even through the material of our clothes.

"Hey Hunny, could you come back down to earth for me?
You disappeared for a bit back there."
Her voice was soft with a rasp, surpassingly giving it a seductive lull, but it only succeeded in reminding me of how much clearer and louder Kamazia's own voice was.

He could just picture how melodic her moans would sound in his ear, if-

Fuck this shit, he'd have to get her mind of her somehow, someway, and what other good thinking would there be then to distract himself with someone else's company?

He lets himself be included in the conversation she's tried to start up since she sat down next to him, pushing himself to seem more attentive, give full sentenced answers instead of the grumpy miserable grunts his been gifting her thus far.

Surprisingly, it wasn't that hard to fall into old habits of charming that had woman eager for his company, the woman next to him prove of exactly that as she leans even closer, trying to muffle a loud laugh in her hand when he delivers a somewhat sarcastic remark.

Maybe it was forced, maybe it was not, right now he found himself unable to care, and just wanted to disappear with her to one of the upper levels, where they held secluded corners for just what he wanted to do.

When he suggests leaving the floor bustling with activity and leans away from the bar with his hands outstretched toward her, she takes it without a moment of hesitation, and he has to remind her to grab her purse when he starts leading them away and up to the more private sections, thee VIP ones.

Her eagerness is slightly off putting and humouring at once, so he shrugs of the feeling of how easy this all had been.

After all, he has always easily swayed those of who he was interested in, it was only recently that a woman so deviously bright seemed to have him working harder than he has ever before.

Stop fucking thinking about her.

He does, eventually, pushing the dark-haired woman against the door of the ensuite room, her leg clasped around his slender hip, making it easy to hoist her up so she rested on his slightly chubbed cock, her grinds slow yet determined.

He loses himself in her for a trivial moment, nose buried in her warm neck when her scent, sweet and supposedly daunting tickles his nose, and his immediately snapped from his ongoing hormonal daze, lust fizzling from him as he realises she doesn't smell of the correct amount of sweet and spicy, that instead of bringing an overwhelming sense of kaleidoscope over him, pops of strawberry mixed with a soothing sense of mist, he instead felt... nothing.

Instead of the strong pink that seemed to slip out of Kamazia's every core, he was instead enveloped with a dark scarlet, too much sweetness, too little mist to balance it out, it just made everything feel off.

How did he not notice her scent before?

He disliked it to the point where it left his nostrils with the same effect of having smelt something awfully pungent.

And if it wasn't just that, it was the shape of her body too, the touch of her skin, the flush that rose up her chest, the pink tinge to her pale cheeks, her green eyes, the dark mob of hair.

It was all wrong.

Because he didn't want lean slender curves pushed against him, he didn't want the tinge of vanilla that drifted from her hair, he didn't want the blushing pink that now stained her chest up to her neck, he didn't want her.

He wanted what he'd felt but a couple days ago, the soft full curves that enveloped Kamazia's shape, the soothing strawberry that drifted from her hair, the glossy peach that stained her mouth. He wanted that same sharply manicured tips in his hair, against same hooded gaze, and definitely the warmth of her skin against his lips.

The woman above him pauses, looking down at him with an exasperated look, struggling to comprehend why he'd stopped kissing her.

Taehyung realises that he doesn't want to go through with this.

The stranger that he still has hoisted to the door sighs and kicks her feet, allowing him to let her move down and land on her feet, an annoyed huff leaving her nose when she glances up at him through narrowed slits.

"It definitely seems that I will not be the one occupying your thoughts tonight or ever, for that matter.
I beg of you though, don't take another woman's frustrations out on a woman only seeking to have fun, you just might be spoiling her chances of having mind blowing sex."
She huffs, pushing past him while shimmying her tight dress over her ass again, slipping on a heel that must've fell off along their rough journey to the wall.

The door to the ensuite snaps shut a little louder than what was necessary, and Taehyung realises that he hadn't even bothered to deny that there had been another woman on his mind indeed.

And he realises just as well, how fucked he really is.