It started off completely innocent.
Your friends were chattering happily around you, festive Christmas music was playing throughout the house, and your friend Jungkook’s ridiculous impersonations were growing increasingly ridiculous with every shot of fireball whiskey that he downed. BTS’s Christmas party should have been extremely entertaining for you. And it was, for the first hour or so. But then one hour turned into two, and you were getting more and more distracted from participating in the conversations around you.
To make the time pass a little faster, you did what any other slightly introverted person would do. You started people watching. At first, you were still halfheartedly attempting to stay in the conversation that you, Jin, and a tipsy-almost-drunk-Jimin were having as you noted the way Yoongi flirted with his plus one. But soon you were completely in your own little world, drinking up the view of other people’s social interactions.
As you watched Yoongi and his date, you couldn’t fight the smile that tugged at your lips when your boyfriend, Hoseok, strolled up to the couple and began talking animatedly. You’d been together for several months now, but you still couldn’t get over how much you loved him. He was so beautiful to you, inside and out, and you loved to remind him of that fact.
Your eyes trailed across his face, drinking in every detail. His bronze skin was glowing in the warm light radiating from the fireplace, and the flickering flames made his dark eyes sparkle. Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes landed on his mouth. His lips moved quickly as he was spouting off some story–which one he was telling, hell if you knew. All you could focus on was the freckle on his cupid’s bow. He’d been eating cinnamon candies all night, leaving his plump lips stained bright red. His mouth looked divine, and suddenly you couldn’t think of anything but how you wanted Hoseok’s cinnamon stained mouth leaving open mouthed kisses all over your body.
You pressed your thighs together as you took in the rest of him, lust clouding your thoughts. His sweater clung to his torso in all the right places, the slightly oversized neckline exposing his collarbones. Your mouth went dry as your eyes raked down his body and landed on his thighs, which were halfway exposed from the massive rips in his jeans. You gulped at the way the toned muscles contracted with every shift of his weight. You needed him, and you needed him immediately.
So how was it?
