panic ; hakyeon [M]

a hell of a feeling ; p.1

' Who are these people? '

     Too many people, too many things, too many bad decisions. An odd smell wafted in the air; almost like money and sterile marble. Laughter echoed through the crowds of dancing bodies. Bubbling, golden liquids held in spotless flutes passed around from person to person...  How many people were even allowed in here?

    Lavish dresses sparkled in the bright lights, crisp pressed suits twirling along-- everything was a blur. You sipped the liquid stars from the flute in your hand and wondered to yourself, 'Is my dress sufficient? Should I be with someone?' Truth was, you were not supposed to be alone. Bad people easily disguise themselves and prowl at these kinds of places.

     A man no older than you approached you slowly, warm brown eyes burning holes into your skin. He gently sloshed his liquor glass, bringing it to his lips and taking a sip. Looking over, you locked eyes and felt all self-control you had ever built up melt to nothing.

' I should probably introduce myself. '

     You parted your lips, but he stopped you.

     "Hakyeon. Cha Hakyeon."

     His lips curled up slightly, his eyes glittering. He raised his glass to his lips one more time, taking a small sip and bringing it back to his side. A tongue quickly darted across his lips; a full black suit adorned his tanned self. Hakyeon.

     "Marley... Marley Matheson."

     "This man looks expensive. The suit he's wearing... it probably costs more than my apartment."

     ' I was the king of this hologram-- '

     "So what brings you here, princess?" Hakyeon purred slowly.

     ' Where there's no such thing as getting out of hand. '

     "Nothing in particular," the brunette brushed off the petname. Her hair was half pinned back, curls rolling off of her shoulders, bangs whisping cleanly down her head. A dark red a-line dress adorning her body, a thin golden strand around her neck. "Who are you, huh? The boss, or something?"

     "Hmm..." Hakyeon smirked. "What do you want the answer to bed?"

      No response.

     "I'm kinda the king of this place. Does that help? I own this place-- and everyone in it," He paused, shifting his eyes back over to the brunette girl.

     "Except for you."

     Marley looked over, scanning her eyes once more over the man-- it made sense, he does look rather important afterall. Her eyes became almost glossed over, something sparking inside of her chest. Was this champagne kicking in? How much has she drank?

     ' Memories tend to just pop up. '

     "Why, are you looking to own me, sir?" Marley batted her eyelashes teasingly. "I'm not sure you have what it takes-- the price, or the balls to come after me," Marley smirked.

     "Oooh, you're just impressing me more and more by the second, honey," Hakyeon stepped closer, moving from beside her to in front. He took a step forward, closing her in. "You think I can't get you?" His skin was glowing; he looked godly. His hair looked like it was sculpted-- he looked like he was sculpted.

     "You don't know what you're getting yourself into, pretty boy," the brunette smirked, the red on her lips looked more than stunning. Marley had Hakyeon wrapped around her finger. "I'm just a simple lady, I have no ties to anything that you have ties to. You see, I'm astonished you're interested in me."

     Hakyeon clicked his tongue, his eyes flickering with something-- something Marley couldn't quite pin. Lust? Greed? "I'm not going to say I'm hard to know, but I'm definitely not an open book," Hakyeon brought his drink to his lips once more.

     ' This night is heating up-- '

     "Well then, care to tell me more about yourself? Maybe you can win me over," Marley leaned in, whispering slowly. She placed her free hand on his chest, toying with his pressed black tie. Raising her champagne to her blood stained lips, she was interrupted.

' Raise hell and turn it up. '

     "Don't get too excited, love," Hakyeon grabbed her glass from her. "The night has only begun. Follow me."

     Hakyeon replaced their empty glasses, switching his liquor for a champagne and hers for a full glass. He passed her the flute and grabbed her hand, ascending the golden spiral stairs. Lavish designs were carved into the rails, Marley dragged her palms along the intricate carvings. Her sharp black nails traced through the crevaces of the metal. Reaching the top, her heels started to click against the cool white marble.

     A few minutes passed as the couple made their way stealthily out of the ballroom-esque area. Hakyeon led her to a black car parked in the farthest spot possible. Why the hell was he parked so far? The raven haired man placed his flute on the top of the car, unlocking the vehicle and opening the back door.

     "In," Hakyeon demanded.

     As Marley stepped in, she accidentally sloshed some champagne out of the glass and onto the cars flooring. Following suit, Hakyeon stepped in and closed the door, lights on the ceiling of the car illuminating the two. He reached over and tapped Marley's thigh.

     "Wrong seat, princess," Hakyeon loosened his tie, completely undoing it. He moved his hands to his thighs and patted them. "Here."

     ' Oh yeah-- '

     Marley drank down the remaining gold and laid her flute on the floor, crawling over and straddling Hakyeon. She locked eye contact with him and placed her hands back on his chest, dragging them upwards and grasping the ends of his tie. Hakyeon's eyes practically burned into hers-- god, his skin is beautiful. Fuck you, Cha Hakyeon.

     She pulled him by the neck and pressed his lips against hers, balling the tie up in her fists. The kiss was messy, needy, and so very overdue. Hakyeon brought his free hand to the small of her back and his fingers ghosted up her back, the cutout dress working to his advantage. Marley shivered and sighed into the kiss, soon being pushed farther by Hakyeon grasping her hair. She ruins his tie, he ruins her hair. Fair trade.

     Marley pulled away breathlessly, Hakyeon pushing her forehead against his. Her lipstick was smudged against his lips-- oh god, did it look so good. Carelessly, she leaned down and smashed her lips against his neck, smudging red all over his tanned skin. Markey dragged her lips all across his throat, making her way to his jawline. Hakyeon let out a low moan, lighting a deeper neediness in the brunette's chest.

     Pulling away, a victorious grin adorned her smudged lips. Hakyeon was covered in her lipstick, his eyes dark and lidded looking up at her.

      "Let me just get something straight, princess," Hakyeon started, leaning in. He left only centimeters between her lips and his. The raven haired boy still gripped Marley's hair, leaving him in control. He breathed out, champagne and lust fanning against her lips.

"Don't threaten me with a good time."