Wine | Lee Taemin ✓

eight

"Miss Park, you're drunk," Taemin said as she crawled on top of him.

Rin let out a whine. "Taemin, don't you like me?"

"Oh - god," he whispered.

Of course, he liked her. After spending two years with her - alone or in public - he was attracted to her. He was the only woman he saw every, single day of his life.

She was snaking her hands up to his hair, tugging lightly as she kissed his jawline. Taemin struggled to keep his dick in his pants.

"What's wrong?" she immediately asked. "Am I not good enough for you?"

Taemin couldn't help but coo at her sudden pout. Her eyes weren't as sneaky or sparkly as before. They were clouded with a sense of sadness.

"Miss Park, I shouldn't be doing this. It'll make our jobs harder."

Rin sniffled to keep the oncoming tears inside. "But it's not illegal or written in our contracts," she said. "Why does no one ever like me?" she asked. "I should have known someone as attractive as you would never want someone like me."

She tried to get off his lap, but Taemin held her down. Taemin didn't love drunk-Rin, but he knew that she was the type of drunk who was completely honest and truthful.

"Rin, you're absolutely beautiful. You don't need someone to validate that. We should talk when you're sober - and if you remember this," Taemin advised.

Rin sulked even more, not with sadness, but with annoyance. "Fine. But you know I don't like talking when I'm sober."

Taemin chuckled. "I have a feeling you'll want to talk about this."