You Were My Love

Scene 41- Cocktail

As he entered the private room he had booked, he froze in his steps and his heart skipped a beat.

Jimin was standing on top of a table, on which he was dancing.

There was a whole crowd around him and everybody was cheering and clapping, some hands tentatively reaching for his thighs, his hips, the small of his back, or even under his shirt...

Lustful eyes were turned towards the innocent dancer as he was swaying his hips sensually to the music, skin showing and half his chest exposed as his veil shirt had been torn open at the V-neck and some other places.

His eyes were hazy, his facial expressions showing his daze.

A howling fury took hold of Hae Wong's mind and sanity, burnt them down to ashes completely, and ripped at his heart.

Hae Wong's jaws clenched and his eyes blazed with a maddening anger.

Adrenaline had increased his berserk strength tenfold.

Before either he or Jimin could even realize it, he had barged in the small circle.

In the blink of an eye, in loud whacking and cracking sounds, he slapped all the hands away, kicked out, pushed back or knocked down the pervert onlookers, throwing punches on faces and sweeping low kicks around, getting rid of the whole bunch in mere seconds.

He grabbed Jimin by the waist.

Before any of the dancer or his forcefully sprawled "audience" could protest, he took a hold of him and bore him on the side of his hip, as though he was a mere load.

He carried Jimin like a cute little bundle, up to the bathrooms.

Only when he got them there did he let him go and put him back on his feet onto the floor.

Jimin staggered and blinked several times before he was even aware that someone was standing before him.

As fuming anger was still eating up Hae Wong's mind.

He didn't say a word.

He was too afraid he would blurt out something that would go beyond his real thoughts or trigger an even stronger rage inside of him.

Still holding Jimin up, Hae Wong took a handkerchief out of his pocket and ran some cold water onto it.

Then he gently padded Jimin's face with it.

His breath first hitched at the low temperature against his hot face.

But after a few soft pats, Jimin soon found the sensation delightful.

He closed his eyes and hummed in content while Hae Wong went over all his face with the cloth.

Once the older had dabbed at every part of the angelic skin, and now his Jimin was at long last safe in his arms, he finally felt calmer.

He could speak more gently, worry yet sounding in his low – pitched, rumbling voice:

"Jimin-ah, what's my name?" he frowned, lowering his face to level it with his boy's, looking at the other straight into the eyes.

Jimin lifted his lids over his orbs a little higher and instantly seemed to realize who was facing him.

"Hae Wong hyung!!!" he beamed, lifting his hands up in joy, and tried to hug him.

Yet, as though the sudden burst of enthusiasm had unbalanced him, he staggered again with a confused air, holding himself steady by gripping at Hae Wong's chest.