𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑫𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒚

𝟐𝟔

Jennie's P. O. V.

I strode through the pulsing crowd, my eyes scanning the room with a chilling intensity.

The hum of laughter and music was background noise, easily drowned out by the thrumming of desire in my veins. My skin prickled with a feverish heat, while an icy calm settled over my features.

I made my way through the crowded room, my body on high alert. I slipped into the cool, dimly lit restroom and locked the door behind me. A shiver ran down my spine as I glanced at the reflection in the mirror - cold, collected, but with a fire burning deep within the eyes.

The cool bathroom tiles felt good against my bare feet as I walked over to the sink, taking a moment to splash some water on my face.

The restroom was quiet, save for the faint sound of water dripping from the faucet. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts.

After feeling a little calmer, I decided to check my makeup in the mirror. The dim light illuminated my frustrated expression, but also accentuated my features - flushed cheeks, glossy lips, the smoky eyeshadow that I applied with great care.

I reached into my bag and pulled out a small tube of ruby red lipstick. I traced my lips with precision, taking a second to perfect the shape.

I took another deep breath and checked my reflection in the mirror one last time. The lipstick shade was perfect, adding a bold touch to my outfit. I smoothed down my hair and adjusted my outfit.

I pushed open the heavy restroom door and stepped back into the pulsating nightclub. The music was even louder now, the bass thumping in my chest as U made my way through the crowded hallway. I weaved past other revelers, a few of whom brushed against me, their bodies hot and sweaty.

I could feel their eyes on me, undressing me with hungry gazes, as I made a disgusting face looking at how they were acting. Animals are better.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my waist, pulling me into a dark corner. The music was still loud, but muffled in this secluded spot. I turned around, and there he was - his smoldering eyes fixed on me, my breath hot against his neck as he leaned in close.

I brushed the hair away from my neck, feeling a shiver run down my spine as his breath tickled my ear. "You're even more beautiful up close," he breathed, his eyes raking over my features, as if trying to memorize every inch of me.

His hand settled at my hip, his fingers tracing small circles on my skin through the fabric of my dress.

His body was pressed against mine, pinning me against the wall, his breath coming in hot gasps. I could feel the heat radiating off of him, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"You're not going anywhere," he murmured, his hand tracing a path along my collarbone. "Not until I've had a taste of you."

My voice was strained and angry as I spoke through clenched teeth. "You think you can just take what you want, huh?" i hissed, my eyes glaring up at him in defiance.

"I'm not some piece of meat for you to slobber over."

His eyes darkened with lust at my words, a low growl rumbling in his throat. "You have no idea what you do to me, kitten," he purred, his fingers finding the zipper at the back of my dress and slowly drawing it down.

His lips brushed against the sensitive skin of my neck, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through my veins. I let out a gasp, my body arching into his touch as he pressed closer. But before I could fully respond, he pulled away, a wicked smirk playing on his lips, his thumb smudging my red lipstick.

Taehyung's P. O. V.

My damn, you look good when you're flustered, kitten. The smudge of your lipstick only adds to your sex appeal.

"What's the matter?" I taunted, tracing a finger over the faint stain on her lower lip. "Did I ruin your makeup?"

"Don't flatter yourself," she retorted, trying to sound unaffected. She licked her lips, smearing the lipstick further.

"It's just lipstick. It'll wash off." She pushed my hand away, straightening her dress.

"But I can tell you're not thinking about lipstick right now, are you, kitten?" I pressed closer, my breath hot against her ear as I whispered, "Your pulse is racing, and I can feel how hard you're trembling."

Jennie's P. O. V.

I swallowed hard, trying to maintain my composure as his words sent shivers down my spine. "Shut up," I muttered, but my voice lacked conviction.

I could feel the heat of his body against mine, and the hardness of his arousal pressing into my hip.

He leaned in towards me, his body still pinning me against the wall. His gaze was dark and intense as he looked down at me. My breath hitched as he got closer, my body tensing in response.

Our their lips were about to touch when he pulled back suddenly, a smirk on his face. "Not so fast, love," he said, his voice low and mocking.

He leaned in even closer, his body pressing against mine as his thumb came up to my lips. He traced the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip, gently smudging the deep red lipstick again.

"Such a pretty color," he mused, his eyes fixated on the redness staining his thumb. "But I think it looks even better now that it's messed up."

He stepped back, breaking contact with me and leaving me flushed and breathless. I watched as he sauntered away, his swaggering gait confident and careless.

"Until next time, love," he called out over his shoulder, a smirk on his face.

I let out a huff of frustration and shouted after him, my voice raised in anger.

"Fuck you, V!" I yelled, my voice echoing in the dimly lit hallway.

He stopped and turned around, a smirk still playing on his lips. He gave me a slow, lazy look up and down, his eyes taking in my flushed cheeks and the smeared lipstick.

"Such language," he said, his voice low and mocking. "But I have to admit, you look even sexier when you're angry."

I flushed even redder at his comment, feeling a mix of anger and... something else, something that made my heart pound in my chest.

"Shut up," I said, my voice coming out a little more breathless than I would have liked.

He chuckled again, shaking his head at my response and took a few steps away, before tilting his head back to look at me over his shoulder. "Until next time, love," he said, raising a hand in a lazy wave.

"And try to fix your lipstick before you go back out there. You look like you've been thoroughly debauched."