The Sadist and The Masochist - Jihope Romance [Smut and Fluff]

Part Two - Adrenaline

My eyes squinted open and sunlight streamed through the hotel window, stretching across the white duvet atop of me. I felt around for my phone on the side table, finding it plugged into the charger, strangely. The room was empty as well.

What happened last night?

The clock on my phone read 12:34, the artificial light burning my eyes. I held it up to unlock it when I noticed some black marks on my arm.

'Jung Hoseok,' written with a phone number.

Who?

I thought back, scrambling to piece together the pictures in my mind.

'Can you handle me, Jimin?'

I shot up in bed, "No fucking way," Everything came rushing back to me at once, but I was immediately slammed in the head by a skull splitting ache. "Shit..." I fell back down on my pillow, my hands holding the sides of my head. I held up my arm, staring at the black marks. I couldn't stifle the smile that stretched across my cheeks.

Why am I so happy about this, though? This is so out of my character. A guy named Hoseok, a really hot guy if I'm being honest with myself, literally fucking seduced me when I was completely wasted but I was totally into it. And I can't say I'm mad at myself; that was the craziest thing that's happened to me in ages.

I stared at the ceiling, letting the thoughts reel. I picked up my phone, tapping a few buttons to call Jen.

*brrrrrring brrrrr-*

"JIMIN!" She screeched with excitement, the piercing noise sending another painful crack through my head.

I winced, "...Ouch."

She laughed, "How's Mr. Sexy pants doing?"

"How are you not massively hung over right now? And what happened?" I inquired, my voice scratchy.

"I don't get hangovers. And don't tell me you don't remember...?"

"Well... I remember most of it...at least the important parts," that smile crept back across my face.

"MmmHMMm, I'm sure you do. Rrrowww!" She teased with cat noises, "You went on and on about it in the car ride home. That guy was nice enough to get one of the bouncer dudes to give us a ride back to the hotel."

"Did Cara take care of everyone when we got back? Cause' as bad as this headache is, it could be worse. Plus, my phone was plugged in and for some reason, I'm in different clothes."

"Yup, that was Cara. I helped change you, though." I could tell she was smiling, even over the phone. "I happened to notice some interesting marks on your neck."

"You're kidding."

I opened the front-facing camera on my phone. Bright red protruding scratches ran from the base of my neck, all the way to the underside of my chin. 

"Oh my fucking god..." I said, mortified. "Jen, seriously, you've gotta have some concealer or something I can borrow." My fingers ran up and down the lines, gritting my teeth.

Her bubbly laugh erupted from the speakers, "I don't know, Jimin. I have concealer but we have totally different skin tones..."

"Come on," I begged, "can you ask Lou or Cara?"

She giggled. "Don't worry, I got your back... So, are you gonna call him?"

I thought for a moment, "... I don't know."

"What?! What do you mean 'I don't know'!?" She mocked me in a deep voice, "You have to! When was the last time a stripper decided to give you a free lap dance and his number, and be nice enough to make sure you got home, while not taking advantage of you!? Never! That's when!"