Only Strip For Me || JJK [BOOK I] ✔️

29: The One I Loved

The party still ongoing, I was feeling uncomfortable. My back was stinging; a piece of glass scrapped my skin, head throbbing, the area between my thighs tacky. I really didn't want to be here.

We left the bathroom, a couple of girls delivering a confused look as we adjusted our messy clothing.

"What the hell."

One whispering and the other scrunching their brows, glancing at us up and down. I attempted to walk ahead ignoring and uncaring of their thoughts but to the mirror situation.

"Ready?" Mr. Jeon fixed his bow tie and continued the act of a couple. His hand slid around my waist, the feeling was comfortable. I can't believe we just had sex in a public bathroom, a public place. Pretty badass I would say.

"Mhm." I tamed the bits of hairs that were a mess and the fitting of my dress. The bottom rim was a little dampened from undistinguished splatter of water.

"Kook!" The host of the party also known to be his cousin hollered. He was wearing a formal tuxedo and a young lady, most likely his fiancé stood next to him.

"Hyungsik hyung, congrats." He smiled, shaking hands.

"Thank you Kook! And.. Nice to meet you, I don't think I've seen you before. I'm Hyungsik, this is my finance Boyoung. Thank you for coming!" His smile was extensive, he seemed quite jolly.

"Thank you for coming, I hope you enjoyed!" Boyoung smiled at me in a similar manner.

"Oh nice to meet you, you both are a beautiful couple. I'm-"

"She's a friend." Mr. Jeon placed his hands behind his frame. My figure now singular.

Friend? What was that about? Bipolar as fuck. The pain gashed on my back now intermediate and a different pain fluctuated in my chest.

"Nice to meet you friend!"

I nodded, pushing my lips up in an expression. Scoffing mentally with his change of attitude...

They chatted for a bit, catching up with family members, and such. I didn't have much to say or barge in on the conversation. I was annoyed, aggravated. I wanted to leave. My eyes wandered to the people exiting, majority of the crowd leaving for the night. I was quite envious of them, wishing to go home as my heels were numb and kneading into the balls of my feet.

A girl in a familiar attire caught my attention, almost tripping as she left the hall, the man almost nonvisible, next to her, caught her falling. The girl's face distinguishable and clearly noticeable in my direction.

It was Eunwoo.

What the fuck was she doing here?

Her hair flung to the side, she batted her eyelashes to the man, giggling hysterically. Her expression in delight, she pulled down the dress she was wearing, in fact it was my dress. One of my slim fitted dressed that I wore to the club during work hours.

But that didn't make me angry, something else fired my emotions and of outrage.

The man next to her appeared to be..... Hoseok.

I couldn't believe it. I expanded my eyes to carefully study the person, the radiant red hair, a considerable height, but the smile...the lit-up grin assured that it was him. The smile that always alleviated me.

Just then, Eunwoo spotted me. Making clear eye contact with me, her eyes inscribed of a pigment of evilness. Not a shocked countenance but portraying a look of trickery. She stared at me up and down in irritation, her brows scrunched and her eyes small in size. She then looked at Hoseok lovingly, looking back at me grimly, moving him along possibly to not notice me. She hooked her arms with him, their backs facing me, she had the courage to look over her shoulder.

Smirking as they left into the darkness.

***

I flopped onto the bed, a heavy dreary feeling resonating in my heart. I always wished the best for Hoseok, to be with someone better, more valuable than myself. Not my evil psychotic cousin. Not that bitch.

I thought about calling him and asking all the burning questions bursting in my head, holding my phone in my hand, glaring at the caller ID. How and why were they able to attend an event like that? A party for large business owners and heirs filled in every corner. It made no sense. It was confusing. Eunwoo definitely had no such connection. Hoseok? I don't think he did. Did he? But how?

The number seven appeared on the missed call selection. All from my aunt. Eunwoo was possibly stirring some shit. I could feel the flesh heating from my blood boiling. I gritted my teeth and dug my nails into the midst of my palms.

Tears welcomed the borders of my lash line, I felt deceived in a way. Stupid and confused. The only person that I loved in my life, I couldn't love any more...

My eyes came in focus with Mr. Jeon's sudden bare face, staring up at me intently. I blinked a couple of times from his surprising presence, hadn't heard his steps into the room. 

He stuffed hands in his pockets, leaning towards me inch by inch, the glint in his eyes were unknown, unsexual. Therefore, I leaned back in confusion, my back touching the mattress. His stare neutral and studying my face, body on top of me, leveled. A hand pressed near my head the other curling beneath me, in reach of my back.

"Ow!" I yelped, the scratch on my back stung from his touch.

"We need to fix that."

My lips went inwards in confusion. "Fix what?"

He pulled out a little box from the night stand. He waved it over my face, 'First Aid.'

"Turn around." He sat beside me, looking down at me.

"It's fine." I tilted to look at my phone, still distracted from the previous incident.

I heard a heavy sigh break out, he tugged the rim of my shirt up, exposing my breasts as I wore no bra.

"What are you-"

"Turn around!" He yelled.

I silenced from his frustration and flipped over. He lifted the back of my top, I could feel the cold air break along my still fresh cut. A chilly type of cream that must have been ointment, covered the area. I sensed his hands then plant a sticky paper on my back, a bandage. I tilted my face back, resting on my arms to peer up at him. His gestures focused and careful as he did the task. I admired this side of him, he possessed a gentle point of view. It was discrete, it was so barely shown. His days from work so vulgar in demeanor. This man remained to be a mystery to me.

He elevated off the bed to leave, I quickly held his large palm with mine, forcing him back onto the bed. His gander in question, I straddled his lap with my legs fully wrapped around him.

My lips forced onto his, my tongue making its entrance for its own little dance. His hands traveled on the exterior of my thigh, our tongues swirling and probing. I pulled apart to catch my breath, my arms wrapped around his neck tightly. Our foreheads touching, his breath intakes mine. 

"Help me forget my pain...numb me." I almost spoke in whispers.

His pupils drawing a slow line up to study my face. He nodded his head and asked no further questions.

"I can give you all the sex you want, I'll be your anesthesia." 

He spun me over, hovered on top of me. The rooted lust embedded in his cast, kissing down my neck.

"Forget everything..." Kissing my collarbone.

"Focus on me."

A/N: You guys have no idea how happy I am to be able to upload, this chapter might be shit since it's unedited. What do you think might happen next? Mystery, upon mystery.....

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