SKINSHIP 1.0

BTS- SEOKJIN

You take a sip from the drink in your hand, letting the harsh alcohol burn the back of your throat as you look for him in the crowd of bodies in front of you. Not that you'd ever that admit to anyone. You wouldn't bring yourself to say the thoughts that churned in your head as you search the crowd for this face.

Because, honestly, you hate him.

You fucking hate Kim Seokjin. There, you said it. There's not a single thing about him that doesn't make your blood boil and your head hurt. You loathe the way muscular arms tense as he tightly holds a drink up to his lips. You despise how his perfectly styled hair droops in his eyes after hours of dancing and flirting. You can't stand the hungry look in his dark eyes as he looks at his girlfriend's face.

And you hate that every time you see him, you want to fuck him until neither of you can breathe anymore. You want those strong arms pressing roughly against your skin. And your fingers locking themselves in his sweaty hair. And those deep lustful eyes boring into your own.

He's an egotistical asshole who thinks he's better than everyone. He loves ruining every party you go to with his smarmy smile and his aggressive taunting. He's self important and obnoxious and a total prick and every flirtatious insult he throws at you makes you want him all that more.

The first time you saw him at that party all those months ago, you knew he was different. But everyone in the room knew it. Girls flocked to his side instantaneously, trying to get a drink or a dance or a fuck out of him. So you just ignored him, figuring that he was just another attention whore, acutely aware of how attractive he was who thought he deserved every damn girl in the place. And why the hell would you bother with a guy like that when there were dozens of other guys you could be with. With dramatically smaller egos.

You tried to ignore him. But it was hard to pretend his presence wasn't a dominant force in the room. Confidence seeped from his pores as he parted the crowd to make his way around the party, toward the alcohol. It didn't even fucking occur to him that he wasn't the best thing on earth, you imagined. You resented him and his almost magnetic attraction. You turned your head away in an attempt to ignore the sight of that ridiculous boy practically parading through the place. You may or may not have been drunk as you thought all of this, but you didn't really care. You disliked him already.

"Do you want a drink?" a low voice with a thick accent called from behind you. You turned around to see him, inches away from you. A smirk played on his face as he watched you react to him, watched you physically shrink under the power of his stare. It's like you were putty in his fucking hands, you thought. You felt something twist inside your stomach, but you ignored it and chalked it up to the state of your inebriation and not to the utter power this gorgeous stranger had over you.

You tried playing it cool, holding up your glass. "Thanks, but I've already got one. And I'm not interested." you gave his chest a light shove, ignoring the part of your brain that noticed how muscular he was under your fingers.