playboy. pjm

1~하나~

She never had anyone touch her the way he did.

He never let anyone touch her the way he did.

Yani belonged to him and him only.

————————————————
It was a cold afternoon in Busan, where Yani happily skipped with an ice cream cone in hand a few minutes before the break was over. She absentmindedly headed the opposite direction of her next class, letting her mind wander off on its own. What a pretty girl...

Park Jimin watched her from his table, wondering where the air-headed girl was going. He couldn't help but scan her up and down as she walked and found himself biting his lip as he watched her tongue dart out to flick the frozen delicacy in her dainty hand. "I'll see you guys in class."

With ease, he left his group and quietly followed the girl lost in her own world. It took a while before Yani realized she had been heading the wrong way. She stopped herself and headed back, only to let out a gasp at what faced her. "Aigoo!"

Jimin stood inches before her, looking down on her frame. She tried to move past him but was blocked by a muscular arm. When her legs moved the other direction, he made it a mission to force her back until her back hit the wall. "Don't scream, jagiya."

She was trapped between his arms, legs tightly pressed together as she started trembling in fear. In her mind were scenarios of the different outcomes of this situation as the man before her eyed her throughly. Jimin exhaled as he took in her fearful state, unashamed at the fact that he was getting a rise out of it. "What's your name, baby?"

With a faint voice, she responded, "Yani."

He shifted closer to her. "Don't disrespect me. Look up when I speak to you."

She did as he said, immediately feeling small as she looked into his intimidating gaze. His voice was...alluring. It was pleasant to listen to. It was soft, yet firm, and held a tinge of playfulness. "I'm sorry."

"Do you know who I am?"

She shook her head, but realized her mistake when he raised an eyebrow. "No."

He tilted his head and smirked. "Can I ask you a question?"

"You just did."

Jimin chuckled bitterly at her attitude. She was cute. "Are you afraid?"

She stayed silent. Yani internally screamed out a 'yes' but kept her composure in the moment. He leaned closer until he could hear her heavy breathing before smiling to himself. Yani could sense that this was a dangerous person. She could feel it in the way his voice held a tease and his eyes penetrated hers with a malicious glint.

It wasn't until he managed to pry her legs apart with his knee that she broke the silence. Yani gasped as he lifted up her skirt just a little. "I asked a question."

"N-no."

"You don't sound sure."

His fingers trailed up her thigh before stopping at her underwear. "S-stop." She weakly protested.

Jimin bent down to lick her ice cream, keeping eye contact the whole time as he licked the residue off his top lip. "See you in class."

On cue, the bell rang as he removed himself from her and Yani could breathe properly again. She let her feet carry her to the next lesson as she thought over what just happened. Who was he? And why did he make her feel... excited?

Her desk was right at the back, isolated from the rest of the class where she was free to do whatever she wanted. The class was settling in but she was still as she saw the tall, skinny boy walk towards her. "Beat it." He told the kid at the desk next to hers, satisfied as he scurried.

With a different kind of charisma, he sat comfortably at his new desk, making sure to steal glances at the uptight girl beside him. As the teacher spoke, he couldn't help but stare at her legs. The skirt she was wearing was too small for her, he noted, taking into account how the hem stopped at mid-thigh when she stood but just over her treasured area when she sat.

Jimin licked his lips whilst watching her squirm under his gaze. The way she pursued her lips as she tried to concentrate was cute. He could see she was getting frustrated, making him giggle silently. The teacher assigned them work and told them to get into pairs. Almost immediately, he shifted his chair a little too close to hers so that their thighs were touching.

"Please move over."

"Pardon?" He feigned obliviousness.

She sighed irritably and looked down at her book. "Whatever, let's just do this."

They managed to finish the work, with the boy openly staring at her and ignoring her discomfort. "Yani..." He whispered, making her turn to face him.

She was... ethereal. That was the word. As he took in her facial features, the only thing he could think of was how she would look if he had his way with her. "Something on my face?"

"Hm." They focused on the teacher as she started speaking but he got distracted again. His eyes stayed trained on her exposed thighs before he decided to give into his innate desires.

With a marker in hand, he scribed his name on her tan skin, making sure to leave a hand print from squeezing her so hard. "What did you just do?!"

"I just claimed what's mine."