"Opposite Attracts" ||Kim Taehyung FF||

chapter 15

At night

Iris stood in front of the mirror, her eyes scanned her reflection-perfect cat-eye eyeliner, rosy-toned cheeks, and glossy lips. She felt confident and pretty and couldn't help but smile at her reflection. She glanced at the time, checking how much time she had left, and decided to take a moment to appreciate herself before heading out to the party.

She smiled at her reflection, admiring her makeup and outfit. She had to admit, she looked good. She felt a boost of confidence and couldn't wait to see how everyone else would react to her at the party. With a final glance in the mirror, she mentally prepared herself for the night ahead.

Iris: I should go now or I'll be late!

She agreed with herself, looking at the time on her phone. She needed to get going to the party if she didn't want to arrive late.

Iris: Alright, time to go.It's party time.

She grabbed her phone and a small bag, making sure she had everything she needed. She took one last deep breath, excitement mixing with a hint of nervousness, and left her room. The party awaited, and she was ready to make an impression.

Taehyung had arrived at the party location, greeted by the lively atmosphere wafting out of the building. The sound of music and conversation spilled out from the doors, hinting at the festivities within. He took a moment to look around, taking in the sight of various people already making their way in.

Meanwhile

Mingue and Amy were enjoying their time together.

Mingue: You look so hot today babygirl.
Amy: Thanks, I tried.

His gaze lingered on her, appreciating the way her dress hugged her curves. He took a step closer, his eyes roaming her figure admiringly.

Mingue: That dress looks good on you, shows off all your best assets.
Amy: And what exactly do you think my best assets are?

He chuckled, his smirk matching her own. He took another step closer, closing the gap between them. He gently traced his fingers down her arm, his touch light and electric against her skin.

Mingue: Oh, I have a few ideas, although I'd rather show you than tell you.
Amy: What's stopping you?

His grin widened at her response, her challenge fueling his desire. He took another step forward, their bodies almost touching now, the heat between them palpable. He took her chin between his fingers, tilting her face up to his.

Mingue: Nothing at all,Come here.

Amy's heart sped up as Mingue's fingers traced her chin, her skin buzzing with anticipation. She stepped closer, closing the remaining gap between their bodies. They were so close now that she could feel the heat radiating from him, the scent of his cologne filling her senses. She gazed up at him through her lashes, her lips parted slightly, her breath coming in soft, shallow gasps.

He spun Amy around, his hands on her waist, and pulled her closer. He captured her lips in a deep kiss, his desire and possessiveness evident in the way he claimed her . Amy melted into the kiss, her hands finding their way to the nape of his neck, her body molding against his.

As they kissed, Mingue's hands roamed over her body, exploring the curves and softness of her figure. He drew her in even closer, his tongue slipping between her parted lips, their kiss growing more intense and passionate. He wanted her, craved her, and it was clear in the way he held her, his touch desperate and needy.

Reluctantly, they broke the kiss, their lips parting as they both gasped for air. They stood there for a moment, panting and trying to catch their breath, their gazes locked on each other. Mingue's hands remained on Amy's waist, as if reluctant to break the physical connection between them.