Citrus and Wine | Jung Jaehyun

Chapter 16

You walked to Jaehyun's office after Mark called asking if you wanted to accompany him to his art gallery. Mark had been working on that painting for a while now, and it was very special to him cause he told you it was someone he cared about very much. Ever since the Johnny incident, you've been avoiding Jaehyun and he had been avoiding you. Jaehyun and you had been together three times before, but you never felt nervous when near him.

You knocked on the door and heard a buzz, signaling you to enter. Jaehyun was leaning back on his chair, observing you with hungry eyes. He bit his lip and indicated you to come over. You walked to him and sat on his lap facing him, your legs on each side of the chair. His hands slid down your back, stopping to squeeze your bottom.

"I've missed this." He said, his eyes meeting yours. His hand was gently rubbing on your hip as you leaned down slowly to meet your lips with his in a passionate kiss. Your lips moved in synch with the other. Tongues and teeth clashing at the force of the kiss. He barely touched you and you already wanted more.

Your hands loosened his tie up, before moving to unbutton his white shirt. His hands traveled their way up to your hair, moving it out of your face, stroking your face gently after.

"Jaehyun..."

"You're so beautiful." He whispered.

"Jaehyun!" you waved your hand in front of him, waking him up from his trance. He looked down at his lap and shirt, the only thing that was the same way it was in his daydream was what was inside his pants. You heard him clear his throat and sit straight.

"What do you need?" he asked, avoiding your gaze.

"Can I please leave early today?" you asked with pleading eyes.

"Why?" he asked, still not looking at you.

"Mark's gallery is today, and he wants me to help him with something before the event."

"Like... a date?" he looked at you before hurriedly diverting his eyes to the screen in front of him.

"No?" you said, confused.

"Then, yes you can leave... just..." don't fall for Mark...please. His eyes moved to you. You were wearing a brown plaid dress that hugged your body perfectly.

"Just what?" you asked, feeling self-conscious as he ogled you.

"Just, be careful..." beat. "it's raining." He said in an indifferent voice. Of course.

"Will do..." you said, disappointed. Why were you expecting him to actually care? Like he said, you were not special. Even though that deep inside you wanted to, for him.

You laid in bed, unable to sleep, the alcohol in your system keeping you awake. You knew he was only messing around with you, he just wants sex. You were lost in thought when you saw the door open, the lights on the hallway off, you could hardly see who came in. The figure came closer to your bed and you saw it taking its shirt off, tossing it to the floor. You sat up making it look at you.

"You're awake, great." you heard it say, it was him. "I need you so bad." He said and climbed on your bed, straddling your lap as he reached to cup your face, he brought your face closer and kissed you passionately, his lips tasted like bourbon, mixing with the wine of your lips. You moaned into the kiss when you felt his erection pressing on your leg. His lips leaving yours to mark your neck with sloppy, wet kisses before moving upwards.

His tongue was playing with your earlobe before gently biting it and letting a low groan escape his throat, his hands wandered all over your body before slowly massaging your thighs. Getting tired of his teasing, you pushed him off you and unto the mattress, he laid on his back as you crawled over to him, straddling his torso.