the music box killer | bang chan (discontinued)

17. stormy night

JIYEON'S POV:

"Shit, what are we going to do?" I ask in alarm, seeing the condition outside. The sun had long dipped below the horizon and plunged into complete darkness, and it was raining cats and dogs. Thunder rumbles loudly and lightning flashes through the transparent windows of the hotel lobby as people rush inside to cover themselves. Mark had left some time ago, while we stayed back to discuss our plan of action for tomorrow. This was going to be our riskiest operation yet.

"The forecast didn't say anything about rain. Such heavy ones, that too," Chan comments, looking at the state outside. It was evident that no one was expecting such a switch up in the weather.

"It's dangerous to drive in this storm. There won't be any driver willing to take us to the city."

"You know what, let's stay here tonight. We have the room we booked anyways," he suggests, and thousands of unnecessary thoughts cross my mind in a fraction of a second at the prospect of us in that room, alone.

"That makes sense. But we don't have any change of clothes," I point out. There was no way I could sleep in a leather jacket and a short skirt.

"There's some shops right outside. We can adjust with what they have for today," he says and I nod in agreement. We quickly get some stuff from the store and check in to the hotel room again.

As if on cue, Chan's phone starts ringing with a call from Minho. He looks at me nervously before picking it up and putting it on speakerphone.

"Dude, where are you? I haven't been able to reach you for hours! Is everything okay?" Minho bombards him with questions the second he picks up. Chan clears his throat.

"Sorry I didn't see any of your calls. My phone was low on charge so I switched it off for a bit. The cab driver took us to some hospital out of town because the hospitals in the city were packed," he lays out a perfect lie. Did he think it out beforehand?

"Oh, alright. How's Jiyeon? Is she okay now?" He asks in worry, and I don't miss the sour expression on Chan's face as he not-so-subtly mocks Minho's concerned tone before responding.

"Yeah, she woke up a while ago. She was resting up and they discharged her right about when the thunderstorm started. We're kind of stuck here, to be honest."

"How will you get back? I don't think it's safe to drive in this weather," Minho asks.

"There happens to be a hotel right next to the hospital, so we're thinking of crashing here for the night. Jiyeon's really tired, you know," he gives me a wink and I return a stern look. He was making me sound like I was slowly dying from some terminal illness.

"Oooh so you two in a room? Alone? At night?" Minho says suggestively, and you could almost see him wiggle his eyebrows with a mischievous look as he said it.

"You wish. We're both tired."

"Okay, okay, I'm just kidding. You two take rest then. Tell Jiyeon to take care, alright?" He says as he hangs up the call. I go and stand in front of Chan.

"'We're both tired,' is it?" I ask teasingly, sitting on his lap. I slowly feel up his chest and pull him closer by the collar of his shirt. The action catches him off guard for a moment.

"Don't start something you won't be able to stop," he says, eyes darkening as he fixes his gaze on me. They slowly trail down to my lips and he bites his bottom lip in anticipation, hands resting on either side of my hips.

"What if I want to?" I whisper into his ear, unzipping my jacket and letting it fall off my shoulders to floor. He stops in his tracks.

"I..." his mouth hangs open as he stares me up and down.

"You have all the time in the world to look at me. Now kiss me," I demand. If I'm going to have some alone time with him, I'm going to make the most out of it.

He complies like an obedient puppy and connects his lips with mine, kissing me hungrily. I kiss back with the same passion, shutting my eyes as I savour his taste.

I start unbuttoning his shirt without breaking contact, tossing it into some corner of the room once it's completely off. I pull away for a moment and I have to stop myself from gawking at him because literally, he was built like a Greek god. His chest was rock hard, and his abs were defined more beautifully than anything else I've ever seen. A thin silver chain dangles around his neck, decorating his sharp collarbones. He smirks seeing my reaction.

"This is all yours, baby."

I shake off the butterflies those words give me and reattach my lips with his. I let out a small gasp when I feel his hands sensually trail up my skirt at a menacingly slow pace. His thumbs grazes dangerously close to my inner thighs, making my stomach twist giddily. With a single yank of the zip, he takes off my skirt.

He leans his head back on the couch and relaxes as I kiss him down his jaw and neck, making faint marks everywhere.

"Fuck, yes," he moans in satisfaction and shuts his eyes when I reach near his Adam's apple, hands spreading my legs apart as his fingers continue to tease the inside of my thighs.

Chan suddenly gets up, hooking his hands under my thighs and carrying me to the bed. He puts me down on it and hovers over me, placing his knees between my legs. I hold on to his arms, toned and hardened by years of workout.

"My turn," he says, breath hot against my lips before he attacks my neck with wet kisses. I let out a breathy gasp when he reaches the crook of my chest, skillfully removing my bra off its hook and discarding it on the floor before continuing his work. He had me weak at the knees.

"Has this always been here?" He asks in between, the tip of his nose poking at the dip of my collarbone. I hum in response. It was a heart shaped birthmark. His kisses get rougher and our breaths heavier as we both get impatient. I cup his face in my hands and make him look up at me.

"I want you."

"Trust me, I want you more than you can even imagine," he says panting, hurriedly unbuckling his belt and undoing the buttons of his jeans. "Do you want this?"

"Yes," I say through ragged breaths. "Just fuck me already, Chan."

*

"Good morning," I feel Chan mumble against my neck when I wake up, his arms protectively wrapped around my waist. The sun was shining violently into the room with the curtains drawn open. I turn around to face him.

"Morning," I smile back at him. "How'd you sleep?"

"The best I have in a long time," he says, pecking my lips. "What time is it?"

I check my phone, which reads 8 in the morning. I get up from the bed, holding the sheets close to my body as I do.

"We should get back before Minho wakes up," I say as he too gets on his feet. Well, it didn't matter whether Minho was already awake or not as long as he didn't get in to shower. We needed that time to carry out what we had discussed last night.

We freshen up and change within half an hour before getting ready to check out of the room.

"Wait," Chan stops me, scratching the back of his head. "Your um...neck."

"Shit, I forgot about that," I say, rummaging through my purse to see if I had my concealer. Leaving it like that would raise a lot of questions which I didn't have the time to answer. Not today.

Luckily, I find the bottle and I quickly touch up my skin to cover the marks. Chan stares at me, a fascinated look on his face.

"Wow!" he exclaims in astonishment. "You can make it disappear just like that?"

I laugh, finding it cute how he was amazed by what makeup could do. I stare at him for a moment before applying some on his neck too, though some of it was hidden by the collar of his shirt. The shade was an almost match, so it looked natural on him.

"Are we good to go?" He asks and I nod, finally heading out of the room.

"Are you sure this will work?" I ask Chan, a wave of nervousness suddenly taking over me.

"I trust Mark. I think we might actually be able to pull it off this time," he replies, taking hold of my hands and rubbing small circles on it.

"I hope you're right."