unhealthy | pjm

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chapter eleven - masquerade pt. 2

I looked up to his face, shocked, speechless.

I sputtered, trying to get my brain to form a sentence.

"That's great, son!" his father hugged him. Jimin was taken aback, and I would later find out that he wasn't used to displays of affection from his father.

He slowly brought his hands up to hug him back, and a small smile settled on his face. His father hadn't smiled once.

Behind them, I could see Eun Sang standing with her hands clasped, eyes glazed with tears, and a wide smile on her face, her cold exterior decomposing before my eyes.

"Oh, this is wonderful news!" she exclaimed happily, going in to kiss Jimin on the cheek.

I didn't have the heart to tell them the truth.

-

After some mundane chitchat with old friends and potential business partners, me standing silent and pretty at Jimin's side, I was surprised when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I turned around to meet a pair of sharp cat eyes.

Jimin felt a tug on his arm, and turned around too.

Both faces lit up in recognition, and the two men were hugging before I could even blink.

"Yoongi hyung, what are you doing here?!" Jimin asked, like an excited puppy.

Yoongi. Huh, that name sounds familiar.

"My parents had to drag me out of bed all the way here." Yoongi replied, the smile still present on his face.

"Really? I thought you got out of bed for nothing." Jimin snickered.

"I thought so too, but it seems like the night has not all been wasted." he said, glancing at me.

"Who is this pretty girl?" he continued, blatantly checking me out.

A dark cloud seemed to wash over Jimin's face, and I could feel him pull me imperceptibly closer to his body.

"She's my date. Keyword: mine."

Yoongi stared at me with an amused smile ever present on his chiselled face.

"Oh, come on, shortie, I'm sure you wouldn't mind letting me borrow her for just one dance. I can't seem to resist."

"I'm ONE inch shorter than you!" he huffed, but let go of my arm anyways.

Before we turned to leave, I stood on my tiptoes and whispered in his ear.

"Jokes on you. The hottest man here tonight noticed me."

I walked towards the dance floor with Yoongi, but made sure to turn my head and stick my tongue out at a very annoyed redhead.

-

After twirling around on the dance floor for many, many songs, and occasionally stepping on an amused Yoongi's feet, he delivered me back to my table, sweat starting to form on his brow.

"Thank you, Yoongi. I had a wonderful time."

"Me too..."

"Sana. Lee Sana."

"A gorgeous name for a gorgeous girl." he winked.

"Now I'll leave you before Jimin gets back. But, I have a suspicion we'll see each other again," he continued.

"For some reason, I do too." I smiled a wide smile.

He waved and disappeared into the crowd.

I sat there for at least fifteen minutes, swirling around my mint margarita with a straw. I was getting bored beyond belief when I saw Jimin coming from the distance. I waved my hand around and his eyes met mine.

"Jim-OW!"

He grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of the pulsing ballroom through twisting corridors lined with more rooms than I could count. His heavy, almost fuming breaths could be heard throughout the hallways. He grasped the handle of a balcony door and it swung open.

"What are y-"

He cut me off by pressing his lips to mine, passionate and rough. They were soft against mine, and against my body's wishes, I found myself starting to kiss him back. When we separated for breath, I got the chance to look at his face under the moonlight.

The eerie blue light danced over his milky skin and and reflected off of his shiny lips. His crescent eyes were darkened with anger and desire.

He leaned back down.

"I think," he growled between kisses. "it's time to start our lessons, don't you think?"

I nodded, too caught up in the moment. He started pushing me back into the wall until our bodies were separated just by clothes.

"That's good." he whispered.

"Lesson number one."

He dipped down to nip at the hollow between my neck and my ear.

"Angry sex is the best sex."