One Shot: Irresistible

Pt.7

Saturday night, date night. Instead of staying home or going out to a restaurant, Armani and Jiyong decided on going to a club in Hongdae. Letting themselves loose for once, after a hard week of exams, wasn't gonna hurt. Armani wore a deficient black skirt, a white blouse with a leather jacket and black stilettos. Her boyfriend, on the other hand, wore a black turtle neck shirt, black jeans with zippers on each knee and silver sparkly dress shoes. And to top that off, he put on his circled sunglasses. "Armani, you ready?!" He yelled from the living room.

"Yeah!" She responded from the bathroom. She grabbed her purse and went downstairs to join Jiyong. Out they went, and into his Lamborghini, they drove off.

They came to their destination and got inside the lodge that was already packed. One of her favorite songs was already playing and she had no choice but to go out and dance. Jiyong perceived by that time, she was on the dancefloor and grabbed a drink at the bar, first thing. He watched her dance, smiling like an idiot and proceeded to drink his shots in the meantime. She lured him in to dance with her, taking his hands and leading him to the dancefloor. Grinding on him, their bodies were in sync with each other hips swaying together. It got excessive and heated. Armani turned to face him and threw her arms around his neck to kiss him devotedly.

About two or three songs later, they took a break and went to the bar. She grabbed a seat next to Jiyong and ordered a tequila for herself as Jiyong ordered himself some more shots. As time passed, he felt a bit drowsy from all the alcohol. Sooner or later, Armani also felt the same way. But, that didn't stop her from going back out there to show off her moves. Pulling on his arm to accompany her, he constrained himself. At about any minute, he felt like he was gonna collapse. 

"J, come on!~" She whined over the loud music.

"I'm okay! You go!" Throughout the rest of the night, she danced alone. With her head in another place, she caught herself dancing with a random stranger. His features were a blur, but she still thought he looked handsome. Almost similar to Jiyong even, she thought. In the middle of the song, Armani looked to her right to make sure that it was him dancing with her. With the hazy vision she had, he saw her making out with an outsider. She stopped dancing and verged upon him unbalanced.

"J?! Are you fucking kidding me?!" Shifting her head to the girl beside him, she took her glass and splashed the booze in her face and exited the venue.

"Ah, shit. What just happened here?" He muttered, still faint.

Outside the club, Armani walked her way back home just when an unfamiliar guy intervened. "Hey~ Leaving so soon?" The same guy she danced with, followed her. She knew where this was going, and she didn't want to have any of it.

"Pikiyeo jusaeyo." (Get out of my way, please.) He disobeyed her command and chuckled.

"You look a bit drunk. Let me take you home. I insist," Taking her hand in his, she refused and pulled her hand back vigorously.

"Don't fucking touch me!" She yelled. Startled by her screech, he grabbed her arm forcefully, trying to kidnap her. To her rescue, running down a dark ally, was Youngbae. With multiple punches into his face, the unknown stranger backed down.

"Are you okay?" He panted. Tearful, she gave him a relieved hug.

"Why are you out at this time, dressed up like that? Jiyong odiseo?" (Where's Jiyong?) He said with frustration.

"Back in the club, making out with some whore," She cried.

"Mwo?" (What?) He stood there and thought for a second. Was he really doing what she said? He can't be. There's no way.

"Come with me." He took her hand and led her back into the club to find Jiyong. When they got in, first thing, they couldn't find him anywhere around.

"Where did you last see him?"

"At the bar with some girl," She said wiping her tears away. It was strange. He thought that he probably left without her. But that wouldn't make any sense.

"I'm gonna go check the restrooms. Wait for me at the bar, and don't go anywhere." He ordained.

Barging inside the bathroom, he called out Jiyong's name several times before he heard someone barfing in one of the stalls. Youngbae banged on the door for him to open it and saw him look like a mess. "Jesus, man. You look like shit." He said disgustedly.

"Tell me something I don't know," He helped him up and directed him to the sink to clean his mouth.

"Youngbae-ah... I did something terrible to Armani, you know that?" He said, still slightly dopy.

"Ara, ara. Ka-ja." (I know, I know. Let's go.) Dragging him out, he gave a sign to Armani to follow him outside. Looking for Jiyong's keys, he called a taxi cab for both of them. That way, they can all stay safe and solve their own problems at the same time.

"You guys both know fucking better not to act this way at your age. You're both lucky I was there to help you. Really lucky." Coming to a stop, they both got inside the taxi as he gave the driver Armani's address.

The whole drive home, Jiyong attempted to apologize to her but she wouldn't budge, not once. Disembarking the cab, she slammed the door shut in the passenger's seat whilst he paid the kind man and got out by the door next to him. He didn't want to leave without compromising with her. "Armani, wait..." He pursued her footsteps up to her front door. Unlocking the door, he tried blocking the keyhole with his hand.

"Wait, just hold on for a second--" He said heavy-eyed.

"You better move your fucking hand before I call the cops!"

"Armani, just hear me out, please!"

"For what?! Huh, J?! This was supposed to be our date night! Our fucking date night! I pull you out to come dance with me and you reject me just to make out with some slut at the bar table?" Her voice started to fade away, seeing that she was about to burst into tears at any minute.

"I was drunk. I thought it was you!" A lame-ass excuse is what she thought that was.

"Oh, bullshit! I'm black and she's Asian, J! How stupid do you think I am?! If that's what you wanted all along then go back to her! I'm not a fucking foreign experience for you to toy with!"

"No, Armani. It's not like that." He said softly.

"No, no, no! Go ahead! You've got other bitches to please and all those other skanks and hoes, so just go! Do me a favor and don't fucking come back." Opening the door, he closed it back and got closer to her.

"You don't wanna end things like this... I know you don't. You love me too much and so do I. There was only one problem with that kiss... she doesn't kiss me the way you do. I instantly fell in love with you the day that I met you. Something that she nor any other girl could do." Holding her neck and being inches away from her lips, he urged to kiss her so bad. Teardrops dripped all over her cheeks as she avoided eye contact with him.

"And I'm not saying this to please you... I'm saying this so you can know how much I fucking want you."

"You kissed another girl and I don't know if I can forgive you for that," She sobbed.

"If you still wanna do this, then kiss me," He suggested. She finally looked into his big brown eyes and wasn't sure about what to do. His warm breath abrading against her skin and his pink lips waiting to be attacked was all just so tempting. She cupped the back of his neck and smashed her lips on top of his. Perfectly in sync, he held her waist and pulled her in closer to him. His erection started to build up and she could feel it. She opened the door behind her and pulled him in with her.

Pressed up against the door, he took off her jacket just as she took off her shoes, without breaking the kiss. Subsequently, he intertwined his fingers with hers and led her to the couch. As she lied down, he put himself on top of her abdomen and took off his turtle neck shirt afore kissing her lips once again. 

"I fucking want you, too." Up until then, you can probably tell where this was going.