Jin. Slumped in deep dejection, his unpleasant experiences scarred him for life. He thought he wasn't capable of falling in love, but he was wrong. He fell in love with Taehyung. A man twice his age, married and husband of the man he wanted to seek...
"I need someone who sees the fire in my eyes and wants to play with it."
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"He offered a glass of drink. Alcohol to be exact. I am already drinking that night but I am certain that it's not because of alcohol. Probably I am also caught up with my current emotions? I'm not sure. But those looks in his eyes were something else. Something a man cannot ignore. Or at least, in my own perspective."
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SEOKJIN
Men are driven by excitement. Married men, older, in particular, have that indefinable charm that I really really like. They are hot, sexy, attractive, smart, and stable. Not all but this man in front of me. There are times when men can easily be lured. Show them that you're interested, they will run after you.
He was different.
He was a challenge. That white gold ring around his finger was the target of my hidden desire. I wanted him to wear that while we fuck. It's something I want to experience or him to experience. Ignoring the meaning of that ring as I, and only I will be the center of his attention. Or shall I say, lust? But sooner, he will finally realize my worth and that need will turn into something more personal. Eventually, like love.
Yoongi told me that there's something wrong with me. I hate fake people but he said I am a fake. He said that a married man can never give me the true love that I'm looking for. I want to prove that he's wrong. He said that I don't need to destroy a relationship just to satisfy my joy. But what is joy if I am not with the man that I am dreaming of? He said I am illogical, narcissistic, anti-social, and over-thinker. I guess it's not my fault if I'm exigent. Is it?
"I'm surprised to see you here." Mr. Kim's aura is flickering with the colorful club lights. They compliment each other. The lights highlight the sharp details of his face. His eyes, nose, lips, jaw, just perfect. His deep voice adds up to his manly appeal. He is indeed ethereal.
"I was invited by Hoseok." I leaned in to speak near his ear, intentionally breathing warm air in his ear. I noticed how his jaw tensed and it gave me that kind of satisfaction and excitement.
His stares became intense. Occasionally rubbing his nape as he smiles and speaks. "We have a common friend? That's cool!"
I shift in my seat to rub my knee on his thighs. He did not move and I wonder if he likes what I just did so I keep my knee in that position, against his muscular thighs.
"I met him just recently. He's a friend of my best friend. " I answered while I place my hand on his thigh as I leaned to his ear.
Mr. Kim nodded. He raised his hand and a bartender came who seemed to know Mr. Kim. Without even asking, the bartender gave us two glasses of cocktail drinks. Mr. Kim handed me one of the glasses. Just in time, my favorite party music is being played.
"Care for a dance?" I offered and Mr. Kim, as expected, waved his hand to decline while shyly smiling. But being a persistent bitch that I am, I offered my hand and pulled him to the dance floor.
Mr. Kim is so hesitant to dance, but I can see that he's trying. He just keeps on snapping his fingers while swaying to the beat.
All I want right now is to make him comfortable. I can feel that he's uneasy doing something like this. I dance simply, clapping, snapping, and raising my arms from time to time. From the corner of my eye, I saw Yoongi shaking his head. After ditching me to smoke, he's back laughing in his head at me. Loser.
I moved in closer or shall I say, I dance closer. Mr. Kim did not move, he even made eye contact with me as I started to step forward, grinding my hips, rubbing it against his.
I hold his hands and place them to either side of my hips, my feet alternate with his as I began to sway my body in tune with his moves. I can already feel that he's becoming more comfortable doing it with me and I'm liking it.
I turned around my back against his chest. I swing my hips back and forth, intentionally rubbing my ass to his member. A smile slowly formed on my lips when his hands tightened on my waist. His face now buried in the crook of my neck. This is it. This is it Jin. You're doing good.
I turned around to face him and our lips just a breath apart. Our eyes met and his own are hooded. He is taller than me that I needed to look up just to get a glimpse of his handsome face. I moved in to kiss him, but he stepped backward and pulled me back to the bar counter.
"I'm not really into dancing." He said, his face smiling, but his body movement is saying otherwise. I knew he intentionally pulled away, but pretending he didn't know what I wanted. He felt it. I know. I am positive that he felt the sexual tension. "I am too old for that."
I cannot deny that I am completely disappointed. Nobody shuts me off like that. I am feeling angry and shameful at the same time. How can he deny me?
"Are you with someone?" He asked, turning his seat and trying to avoid my insistent thigh.
I stood up and pulled my chair closer. Ignoring his intent to avoid me. "I'm with a friend. He's sitting there. " I pointed to Yoongi who is currently busy talking to Hoseok. And Jungkook who was eyeing another man seated across theirs when earlier, he wanted me on his bed. Taehyung turned his head to Yoongi's direction and he just nodded.
"Your boyfriend?" He asked again.
I smirked. I rest my cheek on my hand and stared at his eyes. "I wouldn't be here in front of you if I am with my boyfriend. I don't have a boyfriend just in case you're curious."
Mr. Kim nodded and sipped from his glass. Never I removed my eyes from him. He is getting more handsome the more you stare at him. And I am starting to get so addicted. The shape of his face, the moles on his face, the smell of alcohol on his breath, his musky perfume. Distinctly him.
"I am married."
Those three words felt as if a glass got shattered on my head. Those words feel like my heart is being squeezed, then taken out of my chest. It's painful to hear it. Feels like he already closed the door for me. Or perhaps, it's already a confirmation that there's no chance for us.
"I know," I said, smiling sultrily at him. "Why are you telling me that?"
His eyes linger on mine for a while before staring at his glass of drink. "Nothing." He shrugged. "I just want to create a barrier between our professional relationship and personal lives. I mean-"
I chuckled and he stared at me, looking puzzled. "You know, I know I am your assistant. I am naturally friendly, but misunderstood as a flirt. I know my place Mr. Kim and I will make sure not to cross that line."
I will break that line. I will jump that line. I will destroy that line. You cannot deny me Kim Taehyung. Surrender is not in my dictionary. And the fight has just begun. I will make sure you'll be the one to pull me to cross that line. It will be you.
