Intimately Enchanted → pjm ✓

Chapter 19

Lorraine walked into the discreet corridor, totally empty. Brown luxe walls and mahogany framed portraits. Dimly lit by warm glow lights. She was sure this would lead towards the dressing rooms.

She didn't know where Jimin was, there were so many hallways, so she just walked straight, her breathing rather heavy.

She gasped when a hand suddenly grasped her wrist and pulled her in somewhere.

The next thing she knew, she was pinned on a wall, Jimin's body pressing against her. Her body squirmed at the heat that Jimin's body radiated, completely trapping her against the wall.

It was nothing but some sort of extra area into the wall, decorated by a vase and several portraits. She didn't really care.

He was enticing, gravitating. He leaned closer to her neck, his hot breath tickling her skin. God, she had never felt so out of control ever before. The mysteriousness and the intensity melting her into a puddle of goo on the floor.

His teeth caught her earlobe and she held back a whimper, losing herself already.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

He growled in her ear, her knees starting to melt by just his voice, the usual sensuality seeming to be ripped off from it and making it a lot more gruffer. He was radiating something angrier than he usually showed to her: dominance. If it would have been any other man, they would have gotten their balls kicked until now.

Not him.

Jimin was rather insatiable this way, dangerous and something Lorraine's crazy mine could dig into him and claim it as hers. She had no idea what he was doing but it was sure as hell affecting her and he knew it.

He was the one avoiding her, because she was... difficult. Like a burden. She furrowed her eyebrows, putting much effort to not just arch her back into him when his soft, plump lips starter working like coals onto her neck.

"But you-"

She was cut off by her own gasp when he bit into her skin before closing his lips around it, determined to leave a mark. His hot mouth started moving upwards, tongue expertly licking and causing her skin to tingle, burn with this fucked up passion brewing between them.

She craned her neck back as his actions became rougher by the second, her hands finding their way into his hair.

"You drive me fucking crazy."

He was angry, she could feel it in the way he tore off her hands from his hair with a harrowing growl and pinned them on the wall, tightly enough to leave bruises.

His lips clashed against hers, not wasting another minute before harshly opening her mouth with his tongue and shoving it inside. The kiss was sloppy and messy, yearning each other, biting and sucking, greedily gulping down the groans and moans that escaped their mouths. Lorraine couldn't think of anything else than his wet, plump lips moving in perfect synchrony against hers.

Right now, Jimin's actions were far more intense than her breakdowns, her fear.

His hot breath tickled on her lips as he separated from her. When he pulled his head back to stare at her, his eyes didn't hold anger anymore, at least for now. They were rather sad and defeated.

"I'm not-" he huffed. "I'm not trying to harm you..."

Lorraine was out of breath, and not in a headspace in which she could reply, and Jimin didn't look like he needed one, for his deep chocolate orbs turned darker again. He bit his lower lip while looking at her, breathing heavy. 

"I just wanna devour you."

This time, it was her chance to pull him in and claim his lips, an overwhelming inferno of bliss bursting within her as he groaned. Their lips meshed with eachother's for several long moments, pace turning rather sensual as Jimin's hands left Lorraine's wrist to hold her waist.

His lips were just about to meet her skin when they heard some sound behind them.

Flashes and chattering growing and growing more...

No, no, no, no, no.

Lorraine's heart fucking stopped right there, realising what was happening. Both of their eyes grew as wide as plates. Jimin cautiously turned around only for Lorraine's face to be hit by the flashes of lights and a crowd of reporters standing behind them.

As soon as they directly contacted the camera, they started throwing questions at them.

"Lorraine what is the relationship between the two of you?!"

"What was BTS's reaction to this??"

"How long has this been going on?!"

Lorraine thought she might throw up, feeling badly exposed. They never stopped, their questions growing much, much offensive every passing second.

Her breathing went erratic as she skimmed through the crowd of reporters, finding no way out. She just stood there, seeing her whole career crashing down in front of her, her vision becoming blurry.

This had never happened to her before. She was always comfortable with paparazzi taking her pictures whatsoever, because she wasn't insecure, right now, she was vulnerable. It was against her will to make them record her having something with Jimin.

She didn't realize she was standing there frozen until a strong arm wrapped around her shoulder, urging her to move towards the crowd. Didn't know how she passed the crowd, being squeezed between cameras and people, almost hyperventilating by the time she got out.

Jimin dragged her to the hall again and she just followed, not knowing what else to do. He spotted his band and pulled her towards them. The time was less until the reporters would again spot them.

He started talking with them in Korean and Lorraine didn't have the mind to pay them any attention when they gave her different kinds of looks (not nearly negative).

Lorraine did what came to her mind, she took out her phone from the dress pocket and called her assistant, telling her to send the guards.

Jimin's hand wrapped around her wrist again as he started moving towards the exit. When they reached out, the reporters spotted them again, together.

That's when her head snapped back towards what was happening, realising that he was pulling her with her. And she didn't want to go with him. Not anymore.

Rage was filling inside her, this all would've never happened if he hadn't pulled out this move. Moreover, she felt angry at him for confusing the fuck out of her.

She stopped her steps, yanking her wrist back as he turned around, looking at her with a perplexed expression.

"Leave," she gritted, teeth clenched in frustration.

His hold instinctively loosed around her wrist, furrowing his eyebrows.

"They might gather you again."

"I can take care of myself."

Jimin noted the anger in her voice and gaped. It took him a while but then he wore the same expression as hers, suddenly remembering how she had pushed him away time and again after sharing something intimate.

"Do you, or do you not wanna work this out?"

Lorraine pursed her lips at his anger. If he was going to act the way he was, all dominant and intimidating, then he simply chose the wrong woman. Because that was Lorraine's role to play.

She backed away from him, not really caring who the fuck was filming her as her guards circled around her, she gave one last icy stare to Jimin before sitting in her car and driving away.