The Sadist and The Masochist - Jihope Romance [Smut and Fluff]

[Part One]

Jimin's POV

I'm not the kind of person to go out and find myself in precarious situations, so this was the most unexpected turn of events that'd ever been forced onto me. I was just going to Manhattan with my friends for a vacation; who would've thought I'd learn this much about not only myself, but about a stranger in a club? And why couldn't the dream last any longer?

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I watched as he elegantly removed his blazer, hanging it carefully on one of the silver hooks on the wall. His black t-shirt hung loosely off his shoulders and his jeans clung tightly around his hips and thighs.

He smirked, tilting his head back and looking down at me with sultry eyes. "Take a seat," he ordered in a calm, deep tone.

My heart skipped in my chest and my stomach jumped to my throat. I stumbled backward into the cushions as he sauntered toward me, leaving no room to escape.