Erratic Tendencies [Jumin Han]

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Soft instrumental notes vivid of classiness was played gently as a atmosphere catalyst. Outside the luxurious apartment, the night sky was a hue of dusty violets and black. The tall buildings of South Korea shone brightly, making the unseeable details visible. It was so lustrous one would believe that the stars or the moon would not be needed.

At least, the night scenic would do fine without a moon. Jumin Han, however, needed his moon.

Metaphorically, of course.

She was not the literal moon of his life; he had more than enough lighting in his room.

It stood for what she meant, what she gave him during this moment.

She offered him a solitude that was not unbearable of loneliness, or suffocating. It was peaceful, a chance to show what he hid, to express as he pleased.

She was not bold like the burning sun, she was a sliver light of clarity who had become his light to follow out of darkness; a saviour, an emotional caterer.

Gazing at her soft smile with city lights burning dully behind her, he felt an unspeakable desire evoke within him; thoughts about actions which were lustful to pursue, words of sensuality to whisper, and receive reactions he never did.

He imagined hands caressing places which he wanted no one but himself to touch. He imagined a change in the atmosphere when he would profoundly and passionately kiss her, tasting his favourite wine he had offered her to drink.

He imagined it would taste even sweeter.

His eyes were specked with feverish and concupiscence, as he narrowed them towards the [h/c] female, who sat opposite him, and was slowly drinking her beverage.

His emotions would have been quite apparent because she felt his gaze. And when she did, she glanced up at him with her eyes wide.

She finished her sip, licking her lips afterwards to clean her lips off any beverage left.

Then, as if to tempt him further, she sensually bit her bottom lip and sucked slightly on it as if she was still ravishing the taste of the wine.

Her lips formed a sly, hidden smile.

"Careful Mr.Han," She began, her lips twitching. "It almost seems as if you will punish me for consuming the last of the wine," She said, fluttering her eyelashes.

Jumin merely smirked as his hand shifted to his tie, and he slowly loosened it from around his neck.

"Is that so? My understanding is that it seems as if you would like to be punished," He said, his smirk widening.

[Name] smiled, as she settled her hand on the couch's armrest, leaned against it and stood up.

"I have suggested no such thing. If you truly want to, you can still taste it while it is not too late," She said, winking. Then, she pretended to yawn, and stretched her hands above her head.

"I am going to bed. A woman requires her beauty sleep after all. If you'd like, feel free to join me," She offered, and swept a lock of her hair behind her ear.

"I'll be waiting," She said, smiling one last time, and walking towards her bedroom.

"I will join you soon," He said, as he stood up from the couch as well.

"I need to feed Elizabeth the 3rd first."

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