cigarette ;; DISCONTINUED

twenty-seven

27: Nevermind

Chaeyoung pov
Like magic, our lips worked against each other. I felt his tongue brush against my lower lip, asking for consent.

With a low moan, I opened my mouth slightly, feeling his tongue explore the inside of it.

My hands went up to his hair, pulling it back so his lips left mine for a second.

His lips were swollen and red, they were so plump and kissable.

"What do you think you're staring at, little girl?", Jimin asked with a mischievous smile.

His voice was husky and his eyes gleamed animalistic as if he was a lion, ready to hunt down his prey.

"Your lips, what else?"

His body was pressed against mine, his one hand on my waist while the other one still rested on the wall right next to my head.

Once again his face inched closer but instead of putting his lips on mine, I felt them on my neck.

First, he started off with soft little pecks, but it didn't take long until I felt him suck and tug on my skin. He went up until my ear, nibbling on my earlobe.

Pure ecstasy pumped through my veins as he started to whisper things. I didn't hear what he said, I was miles away.
It was as if my mind went on a trip into a far, far galaxy, leaving only my body here to be.

He mumbled something along the lines of "marking it" but I was too far gone to understand what he even meant by that.

I felt like I was high.

High on the feeling of his lips against my skin.

Jimin wandered down to my exposed collarbone and placed a gentle kiss on it.

Then his teeth grazed at my skin and I knew he was leaving marks. Moving to my jawline he started to suck, finding my sweet spot.

Tugging at his hair, I tried to pull him away yet, I was unsuccessful.

My little attempt of making him stop didn't go unnoticed as it only made him smile against my skin, sucking even harder.

And when I realized that there was nothing I could do, I let him. Enjoying the feeling of my skin melting in his mouth I whined, closing my eyes.

His lips really were a present, gifted by god himself.

With the clicking of heels on the linoleum ground, I noticed a woman passing by us. But I couldn't care less.

I didn't know whether she was ignoring us or staring at us and I honestly didn't care.

The sensation of Jimin's lips was way more important than the weird looks of another human.

As she walked past us, I slowly let go of his hair, resting my hands on his chest. With every movement I could feel a muscle flex against my hand and with every second that passed I melted more and more into his touch.

With a satisfied smile, Jimin pulled away, looking down at his masterpiece.

"You look way better like this", he hummed, brushing my hair out of my face.

I could feel how proud he was, seeing the red-ish marks on my body, that made the perfect contract to my fair skin.

He liked the way his marks, his love-bites contrasted to my baby pink dress, which I had bought the day we went to the boba shop.

Felling his eyes on my body I did not regret buying it. I loved the way it tightly hugged my body in all the right places, not only showing off my long legs but my cleavage as well.

I knew that he was holding himself back since this was a public place. If it weren't for all the other people that could watch us, he would have already attacked the skin far below my collarbones.

Not only had he marked my body as his possession but he had also marked my soul. With those kisses he had claimed me as his, making it clear for everyone to see.

Without saying anything he lent me his hand, which I took, and pulled me downstairs.

As he pulled me towards Aurora's exit I let my gaze roam across the club one last time.

People were standing crowded at the dance floor but weirdly enough they weren't dancing. It looked like they were looking at something, watching, and analyzing it.

My eyes continued to wander until they met the eyes of another person.

Jaehyun was looking at me through narrowed eyes and then he glanced down at my neck, grimacing at the sight of it.

I opened my mouth to say something but I knew he wouldn't hear me. And before I could even comprehend what was happening, I was already outside, sitting on the passenger's seat of Jimin's car.

"Did you drink?", I asked before he started the engine. My head rested against the window as I watched him change the gear before his hand crept towards me.

"Not one bit", he responded as we sped over the dark streets of Seoul, his hand squeezing my bare thigh.

I couldn't remember for how long we've been sitting in that car, I only remember his lips on top of mine as we stumbled into his apartment.

Not once did they separate as we stepped into the living room, our hands all over ourselves.

I felt his hands being dominating in between my shoulder blades and on my hip, pushing me down on the red silk couch.

His knee was resting between my thighs as he hovered over me, letting go of my lips, only to attack my neck once again.

As he went closer to my cleavage, I got a grip of the hem of his shirt, pulling it up as much as I could.

My fingers roamed his muscular stomach until he pulled the shirt over his head in a swift motion, throwing it behind him. As he did I got the perfect view on his abs and the tattoo on his rib cage.

'Nevermind' it said, imprinted in black ink for a lifetime. My hands touched each letter, feeling all of his muscles.

And as I laid there, right below him, he looked down at me with slightly furrowed brows, tilting his head.

Then with a sigh he propped up and sat down next to me, his head pressed back into the nape of his neck.

"Hmm, why?", I whined, feeling the warmth, his body had provided, leave me. He couldn't just leave me all hot and bothered after all of that foreplay.

"You're drunk, Chaeyoung. And I don't want to take advantage of you and make you do something you might regret later on."

He closed his eyes and let out another sigh. Dimmed moonlight shone down at him through the window, accentuating every one of his facial features.

"So are you going to throw me out, just like you did last time?", I asked, my voice filled with bitterness. I still couldn't comprehend the fact that he had thrown me out of his car without letting me explain my side of the story.

He shook his head and looked at me. His gaze was unreadable.

"No, you're staying with me tonight", his voice was only a deep whisper as he took my arm, pulling me to his bare chest.

I felt his calm heartbeat in my ear and so I closed my eyes.

"You are mine, Park Chaeyoung. From tonight on, you're only mine. No one else can have you."

And as always his every step was unpredictable and maybe it was that what made him so appealing.