Damn, I'm really blind.
My mind kept scolding me for not putting in contacts as I sultrily posed for the camera against the black backdrop behind me. Or at least I thought it was towards the camera.
The majority of the lights were off, only excluding the dim spotlight illuminating my form, so my blurry vision was further downgraded by the lack of light. The camera kept clicking, and I could vaguely hear chatter in the back of the studio as stylists made final tweaks to the groups' outfits. Having a stare-off with the ever-moving lens proved to be Herculean chore for my eyes, so I opted for gazing into a certain patch of the black void embracing the rest of the studio.
I had no idea what I was doing other than the fact that I knew I was supposed to look 'sexy'.
Easier said than done.
My hands fumbled around my figure (has a single person on the face of this planet figured out what to do with their hands while posing?) and on one of their many voyages, they happened to brush the side of my neck. Yes, that same neck that was silently throbbing from the amethyst bruises that ornamented it. Bruises, encrusted there by the teeth of one of the most sought-after men in the world.
A spark hissed in my mind.
That's right, I mused to myself- the the delicious burn of my back arching making my lips part- why do I need to worry about how I'm posing, or if I look appealing enough? Eyelids slanting over my eyes, tongue tracing the curves of my cherry gloss. I've managed to clasp any man I have ever wanted between my fingers,
I should start acting like it.
This hunger began to uncoil in my gut- it's burning droplets then spilling into my veins. Camera long forgotten, I smirked at the inky shadows that bore the same colour as Yoongi's eyes that night in the studio, or even Jungkook's when I wore the prior's hoodie. After years of gazing at them through phone screens, the tables had turned and I now had their eyes on me.
My shoot ended quickly, but this new surge of power coursing through me only continued to peak, and as I was saying my goodbyes to everyone and exiting into the corridor, only one thought kept rebounding off the walls in my head:
I have all the cards in my hand- it's about time I started playing.
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• A/N: •
Hi everyone!! IM SO SORRY FOR THE SHORT UPDATE! I just really wanted to give you all something (albeit it being nothing but crumbs), but I completely forgot how I wanted this story to pan out, so I'm considering all my options for the plot before writing the rest. I would also like to hear your opinion on two things haha:
-Do you think she should end up with Jungkook or Yoongi? I know this is technically a Yoongi fic but my bias has actually changed to JK (yes I am traitor) and I think I could do more with the story if I play around with the main love interest
-One of those two story courses will then have some (mild I think) angst, so would you be ok with that?
Once again, I'm so sorry for the long hiatus and short update, but I'm been extremely busy with preparing for exams so it's either this (little by little) or nothing at all :(
Much love, T 🤍
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Dominating The Dom
Fiksi Penggemar"I bet I could out-dom the dom." "Oh really? Prove it." "Is that a challenge, Min Yoongi? Because if it is... Challenge accepted."
