unmasking mr. park

07

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His tongue kept on licking her skin, his soft lips would suck it harder every second. It was madness, Chaeyoung could only whimper and moan in pleasure.

The way his hands grip her tiny waist made it even harder for her to snap back to sanity, Park Jimin sure knows how to hold women.

And yet Chaeyoung didn't see the wrong in that, proves how far gone she is at the pleasure he is giving her.

"Didn't know you are into exhibitionism Ms. Park.." he whispered darkly near her ear. "...or you just let any man rip your panties off?"

It was like a bucket of ice cold water was poured all over her body.

Chaeyoung pushed him.

"But I do appreciate Kim Taehyung's effort, made it easier for me. ."

She stared at him directly in the eye and gave him a seductive smile. Her dainty hands reached for his tie and pulled him so close, her breasts pushed against his hard chest.

"That's my girl," he whispered when her hand went to his neck and crashed her lips on his.

Almost.

She stopped when it was just hovering over him, and said, "You wish."

And she flung the door open and walked out.

Leaving a VERY shocked and frustrated Jimin behind. She had no idea of course as she grabbed her bag and went home straight.

It did bother her, but that is another story tell for another time.

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Chaeyoung almost dropped the pile of notebooks on her arms when someone blocked her path,

"Need help?"

Recognizing the voice, she obviously glared at him and shook her head.

Not aware he is headed to faculty too.

Almost dropping it again, she let out a small scream when two hands snatched the whole pile away from her hands.

"Let's go." he firmly said and led the way.

She thought of just running but what good would it do?.

Being in close proximity with Park Jimin since that event days ago made it really hard for her to function normally. Sure there is anger...

But what Chaeng is so mad about is how she is starting to crave it.

"Lock the door."

Wrong. She is craving him.

"No. You're just going to insult me again." there. She snapped.

Seeing his face went blank and how his eyes darkened, any man who has two good eyes could see he is pissed.

He put down the pile of notebooks and took long strides towards her. Not saying any word, he grabbed her arm and pulled her...

She didn't know but she let him.

They passed by the classroom and surprisingly no one is around anymore. He grabbed the only bag left which is hers and again dragged her out. She was too busy contemplating what to do she didn't notice they are at the school's parking lot.

"Get in." it was more of a command.

She snatched her bag from his hand, "No!" she tried to sound convincing, the last bit of pride she has is hanging by a thread.

She started to walk away before he could even utter a single word. His hands tightened around his car's door...

And when she started to think she made the right decision of leaving him, Chaeyoung felt two strong hands wrapping around her waist.

The next thing she knew, she is being hauled over his shoulder.

"Mr. Park!" her struggles were met by silence and she did try to fight but it was like punching a stone.

Her back touched his car's backseat and she tried to kick him but he just grabbed her ankles as if expecting it.

"Don't. Please..." his eyes pleading.

Her eyes met his. It was mesmerizing.

No. Park Jimin IS mesmerizing.

Chaeyoung sat up straight and Jimin came in, sitting next to her.

The car was filled with silence. Jimin slammed his back on the car seat and let out a deep sigh. His arm draped over his eyes while the other one closed in a tight fist. 

Chaeyoung stared.

She took in how his white shirt and black slacks fitted him so much, it looks too good. His tousled black hair made him even more attractive.

Although his pink hair back then was really great.

She just watched him in silence. Waiting.

Chaeyoung then started thinking about this - is it normal to be with a teacher in a car alone?

But then, none of this is normal. 

Park Jimin makes her go the opposite of her principles. 

Was it petty that she hated him?

Still, no clear answer.

"You shouldn't hate me, Miss Park." Her thoughts were cut off when he spoke.

Is he drunk? 

What? It's not even a question.

"Why?" she was dying to ask. Chaeyoung doesn't have the slightest idea on why he's even talking to her, after that event she wouldn't even expect him to look at her direction.

"Because it was not fair to leave a man hanging with spiteful words."

Oh god. Chaeyoung couldn't believe him. He's confusing her.

But the idea of playing with him and the slight attraction she feels is making her courageous.

So she decided. 

"Name your terms Mr. Park. " her sudden newfound courage made her spout what she could have thought of thoroughly.

"Let's make this easy and maybe next time I won't leave you hanging but rather satisfied. Very. Satisfied." It was too late. Chaeyoung looked at him with so much mischief but after thinking it over for a minute, she knew she's fucked. 

It summed up her situation, figuratively and literally.

Although her lips lifted when she saw his eyes darken, the corner of his lips lifting to form a smirk. Discarding the ominous feeling - Chaeyoung leaned in closer but immediately regretted it when he leaned in even closer. 

'Why was it suddenly so hot?'

But still, she expected this. For him to react like this only summed up what she thinks of him.

Men will never not be easy for Chaeyoung. 

It was all the same.

They are all the same. 

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Revised: 24 July 2019

Thank you for the love. ❤