Imposterism | KTH

Match

03

"I'm so sorry, Yoona." Jaesung was standing at my doorstep, dressed in a three-piece suit with a bouquet of roses and box of chocolates. "I shouldn't have doubted you. You have always been loyal, I was too blind to see it. I let my anger take over me, but please understand it was out of love."

I rolled my eyes. "Stop it. It's over, Jaesung. Leave."

His dark eyes stared deeply into mine as he took a large step closer. "You're angry. I get it. But, Yoona, it was a misunderstanding. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusion." He put the flowers and chocolates on the cabinet beside the door and took both my hands in his. "Please, I can't loose you. It's always been you and me. It's us, Yoona, come on."

"Oh, please. There is no us." I pulled my hand back from his grip and glared at him. "I can't even remember how many times you've cheated on me. Even that night when you accused me of cheating, you were the one with your tongue down another girl's throat. I'm done forgiving you. We're over."

I didn't realize how close he had gotten until I felt his breath on my face. Large palms came to rest on my waist. I put both my hand over his chest to push him away.

"Come on, Yoona," He spoke so softly as if there were other people who might overhear. "We need each other." His palm started massaging my waist. Frowning, I put pressure on his chest. 

"We only have each other, Yoona. I'll always look out for you. Even if I make mistakes, at the end of the day, it's always gonna be you, my love."

He kissed my forehead, before pulling my body flush against his. My breath hitched as he latched his lips on my neck, leaving wet kisses. "I know how to appreciate you, like no other man." I shivered. Alarms were blaring in my head, telling me to push him away and shut the door on his face. It wasn't that hard, but the thought of being left alone with my thoughts was even more frightening. "Let me show you tonight, baby." He whispered, nibbling at my earlobe.

One of his hand snaked inside my tee, moving from my waist to my chest. My heart accelerated as his thumb brushed the skin under my boobs gently, smirking when he realized I wasn't wearing a bra. I exhaled a long breath, when he started pinching and pulling at my hardened nipple. I could stop him. I could push him, but as sad as being with him was, he was the only one person I have had in my life whom I wasn't paying to keep me company. It felt nice being wanted, it felt nice to be touched. 

"Jae." He bit a sensitive spot on my neck and I let out a moan. His other hand moved down inside my shorts. "I can't." My labored breaths were encouragement enough for him as he pulled my shorts down. He knew I'd already given in, my hands tangled behind his neck, holding him close as his tongue lapped between my cleavage.

"You're all I want, Yoona." He whispered against my skin. "I'll show you tonight."

"Oh, Jae." I moaned loudly, as his finger pushed the fabric of my underwear aside to touch me. 

"You're wet, Yoona." He smirked, stroking me painfully slow as I whined resting my head on his shoulder. "Let me take care of that, princess." He put both of his hands gripping my thighs so tightly, I was sure it was gonna leave marks.

"Jump." He whispered into my ear and I did.

It is a toxic circle. But I needed him. I needed some momentary satisfaction to go on in my unsatisfying life.

***

"Mr. Kim Taehyung called." Sulli informed me as I nibbled the apple slices she brought.

"Why?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at her. Today, she was smiling a little more than usual and had a faint blush on her cheek.