Hey dear, are you going to write more parts for right person, wrong time?
Hello ☺️ yes I do plan to write more parts to the series. life has been a bit hectic with work. my goal is to at least have a few parts out before June. thank you for being patient. 💜💜
update on rp, wt: hey reader's I just noticed half my story was missing from the post. apologies. ive fixed it and its now the correct part. thank you for understanding 🙇🏽♀️
💄 genre(s): smut, co-workers to lovers, office au, christmas au
💄 pairing: park jimin x (f) reader
💄 summary: office parties are always a drag, but a secret santa gift exchange may be just the thing.
💄 rating: 21+
💄 word count: 2.7k
💄 warning(s): language, anxiety, kissing, oral (f. receiving), doggy style, breast play, slight dom/sub, pet names, office sex, cumshots, lingerie
💄credits: for the fire and ice gift exchange hosted by @ksmutsociety and special thanks to @shadowkoo for this wonderful event!!
💄 a/n: dear ley @pars-ley im your secret santa!!! i hope you enjoy this fic and you have a wonderful holiday and new year 💜💜💜
“To a successful winter season, thank you all from the bottom of my heart!”
The crowd roared with applause as the champagne corks popped and the drinks flowed. Christmas was finally here. After a successful fourth quarter, Faire la Fete could now relax going into the new year.
But someone was missing from the festivities. Not that it was a surprise to anyone. You were an overachiever to some, but a hard worker by your standards.
Work harder, play harder you always said, although the play never happened the majority of the time.
Hunched over your computer, you barely noticed your best friend and department lead Kim Taehyung pop into your office.
”What are you doing?”
Your eyes glance up to see a flushed face with a goofy grin standing in the doorway. Annoyance covers your face as you bring your attention back to the computer screen.
”What’s it look like I’m doing?”
”Well, it looks like you're being a Debbie Downer. The party is right out here waiting for you.”
You roll your eyes, shaking your head. “No time. I have to get these financial reports to our overseas clients before midnight their time.”
”How could you still have work to do? You finished everything two weeks ago.”
You clear your throat, attempting to ignore him, but knowing Taehyung, he’d bother you until you answered.
”Fine. If you must know, I’m trying to get a head start on next quarter’s report.”
”Oh fuck that,” Taehyung grabs your hand a pulls you to your feet. “You’re coming down to the party immediately and I don’t wanna hear any fuss. You work too much!”
”Tae-“
“I don’t wanna hear it. Let’s go, Missy.”
Complaints fall on deaf ears. You let Taehyung drag you down to the holiday party, a frown plastered on your face.
He shoves a champagne flute in your hand with a plate of hors d’oeuvres-when did he get those-and left you to your own devices.
While it wasn’t super crowded, you still felt your anxiety grow.
That is until a voice calls your name. Even over the music and talking, you hear it clearly. Turning, you face the one person you’d been trying to avoid the entire day.
Oval-shaped face with high cheekbones and kissable full lips. Tousled, medium-length ash blonde hair with bangs covered those piercing eyes.
Park Jimin.
The Park Jimin of sales and marketing. The same man who helped bring their company global.
The lingerie company had become one of the leading design houses. Their brand started small in independent boutiques and after Paris Fashion Week, it went global. There was a high demand; the designers couldn’t keep up with the orders, but Jimin made it look easy.
You always admired him from afar. He was by far the most popular person in their company. Women flock to him in droves.
Regardless of the attention he receives, he always makes a point to speak to you or sit with you during lunch breaks.
Tae would tease you endlessly about Jimin, only making your shyness grow. Of course, you found him charming, any person would, but what did you have to offer him? Your world revolves around statistics and numbers. You two were complete opposites.
”I didn’t think you’d ever come out of your office,” he replied with a smile.
Your lips lift, returning his smile bashfully. “Taehyung really didn’t give me a choice.”
”Well, I’m happy you did. You helped make this possible.”
You snort, taking a sip from the flute. “I just ran the numbers. That’s not that important.”
Jimin’s lips turn downward, staring at you. “Don’t sell yourself short. You're a valuable asset to the company. We’d be struggling without you.”
You avert your gaze, glancing anywhere but him. Jimin couldn’t help but smile. You were always so cute when you got bashful.
He shakes from his thoughts of you when the CEO gets up once more to congratulate the team.
”I’m honored to have such an amazing team. Let’s take Faire la Fete to the moon and back!”
The workers clap again as she holds up her hands to quiet the room. “In the spirit of the holidays, let's commence with the Secret Santa exchange! I’ve organized the presents by department. Enjoy yourselves and Merry Christmas!”
This was something you weren’t excited for, especially since this year everyone got someone from a different department. Your person was from HR, and while you didn’t know them well, you hoped the gift would suffice. The limit was at least one hundred dollars so a fragrance kit seemed like the best choice.
But who picked your name?
Your eyes hone in on a bright red skinny box with your name on the tag. What could it be? You pick it up curiously. Whoever wrapped it, took care to make it nice and neat.
”Open your gift yet?”
You jump in surprise seeing Jimin there holding his gift.
”Uh…not yet,” you answer.
”What are you waiting for?”
Taehyung runs over with a grin. “Yeah! Let’s see what you got!”
Realization crosses Jimin’s face as he bites down on his lip. “On second thought, maybe you should wait.”
Your brow raises in curiosity. “Why? Everyone else is opening their gifts.”
”I-I know but-“
You pout and stare at your package. Why did Jimin look that nervous all of a sudden? It was bad enough that you got pulled from your office and now you couldn’t enjoy yourself.
Grumbles pass your lips as you decide to disregard his suggestion and open your gift.
If your face got any redder, they could have roasted marshmallows on it.
Your eyes gloss over the red lacy material in the box.
”What the fuck?”
Taehyung covers his mouth to stifle the laughter threatening to spill out.
Before you can react more, Jimin grabs your hand running to his office. Your voice catches up with you as he locks the door behind you.
”What the hell Jimin?!”
He winces and leans against the door. “I-I can explain.”
You throw the box on his desk and begin to pace. “Yes! Please do! I’ve never been so embarrassed in my entire life!”
”Well…it’s not like anyone else saw it,” he argues.
“Tae was enough,” you shout, “I can’t believe this!”
Jimin crosses his arms. “It’s not that bad, it's actually the newest piece for next quarter.”
“And that makes it okay,” you hiss. You begin to pace in your fury. “You’re so lucky I think you’re cute. This is ridiculous. I hate parties. Stupid Tae. I just wanted to finish my work and go. It’s never what I want and-“
A kiss silences your rant instantly.
You sputter in disbelief as Jimin pulls away.
Okay, that was a kiss.
He looks over at your expression. “I should have asked permission. But I’m not sorry about the kiss.”
“W-What?”
You barely see the red tint of his cheeks as he looks away. He coughs softly, avoiding your eyes.
“Do I have to spell it out? I-I like you…like a lot. Do you know how many favors I did just to get you as my secret Santa?”
The shock wears away as you finally gather your thoughts. ”J-Jimin, you like me?”
“Yes!”
He brushes his hands through his hair. You never saw him this flustered before. He never cracks under pressure.
You reach for his hand and smile at him. “I-I like you too.”
He looks at you with adoration. “Really?”
You nod and step closer to him. “Yes.” Red covers your cheeks as you place your hands around his neck. “And I’d love it if you kiss me again.”
There was no hesitation as he pulled you into his arms, and deepened the kiss. Your hands grasp his locks, tangling them into your fingers. He lifts you with ease and takes you over to the couch by the windows. Though you seem to be under a trance, you take the time to appreciate the view. The snow began to fall as the lights of the city twinkled in the twilight. It was magical.
His lips search yours feverishly as he props you up on the couch cushions. He groans, exploring your body with his hands. You grip his shirt as your moans drift into his mouth.
He kisses you until both your lungs cry out for air. He pulls away, still sucking on your tongue. He stops, rubbing his nose against yours.
“You taste like vanilla.”
Your cheeks flush as you turn away. “D-Don’t say that.”
Jimin cups your cheek in his hand with a soft smile. “Why? It’s true."
“B-ut-”
He silences you, putting a finger to your lips. He leans down and tugs on your earlobe. “Don’t think, just feel.”
Your body quivers as Jimin’s lips suckle your neck. He traces his tongue along your pulse points. You were in bliss. Permission was granted with each move he made. Growing bolder, he sucks on your skin harder, forming a mark. You squirm underneath him and whimper at his actions. The entirety of your neck is littered with bite marks, each bright red. He captures your lips in another kiss taking your breath away as his fingers crawl down your frame, his light caresses reaching the junction of your thighs.
“Lift your hips,” he murmurs against your lips. You squeak as he tugs your pants down, the material pooling at your ankles. He was in control, and you want nothing more than for him to take you right then and there.
Jimin sits up, biting his lip. His eyes lit up with perversity. “Turn around for me.”
You shift your position without a sound, turning around for him. He presses himself against your back, resting his hands on your waist. His breath tickles your neck as he leans in towards your ear.
His fingers grip your hips. “Relax,” he whispers, massaging your sides gently.
“Good girl,” he croons, as you relax into his touch. He pulls his hands down and kneels behind you. With nimble fingers, Jimin discards your pants staring at your backside. The underwear did nothing to hide your arousal. He feels the heat coming off your sex. His grin widens as he pulls your underwear to the side.
He gazes upon your dripping cunt, and chuckles darkly. “Naughty girl,” he teases. “I bet you planned this, hmm?”
You turn your head with a whimper, embarrassment taking over. “I-I...well, I was-”
“I love how shy you get babygirl,” he coos, dragging his finger against your slit, coating it in your juices. Moaning, he presses his finger against your clit, swollen from neglect. Your body jerks against his touch just as his hand slaps your asscheek.
“Jimin!”
“Stay still,” he growls, eyes lingering on your sex. “I want to see if you taste like vanilla here too,” he adds, stroking your pussy lips lightly.
“I—” You sputter as more color rises to your cheeks. Jimin presses his finger against his lips, slipping the digit inside his mouth. He closes his eyes with a moan.
“Fuck, you do.” He grips your ass, spreading your cheeks. “May I taste more of you, babygirl?”
You grip the edge of the couch and nod with vigor. “Y-Yes! Do it, please.”
Jimin shoves his face between your legs, tongue delving into the depths of your pussy. His fingers tug, twist, and pinch your clit. You gasp at the sensation and cry out as he devours your pussy from behind. Colors burst under your eyelids as you let go.
“F-Fuck! Jimin,” she moans, trying to alleviate some of the pressure. But he was relentless.
He slips his tongue out, licking his lips as he begins to suckle your clit; his fingers replace his tongue, curling inside your cunt to pump gently. Your body is on fire, a squirming mess lying there as the knot in your stomach comes undone with each passing moment. Jimin feels your orgasm crawling closer to release. Your muscles clench his fingers in a vise-like grip. Just as your mouth opens to release the pleasure, he slips his fingers out of your cunt and unlatches his mouth from your clit.
You let out a scream of frustration as your high disappears. You glare over your shoulder at him. “J-Jimin!”
Jimin smirks, his lips glisten with your arousal, and he stands up, pressing against you. Bending down, he kisses you, twirling his tongue against yours. You moan out as you taste yourself on his lips. He breaks the kiss and nibbles on your ear.
You hiss as his fingers rub soft circles on your thigh, leg still shaking. “You’re a little demon, aren't you?”
He chuckles with a shrug. “I guess so. But you love it, don’t you?”
You force yourself not to roll your eyes. “No. It’s a complete turnoff.”
Jimin laughs once more moving his hands up to your breasts, thumbs rolling over the stiff peaks. “Your body gives you away, baby,” he says, watching you respond to his touches.
A simple pinch causes you to stifle a hiss back. “Tell me what you want,” he replied darkly.
You bite down on your tongue, holding back another cry. Jimin’s hand toys with her nipples while the other finds your clit and strums against it.
“I...I...damn it...I…I…want...shit...w-want….fuck, right there...y-you!”
Tears threaten to spill as your body aches for release. Did he have an edge kink? You couldn’t think. The haze that surrounds you is stifling. With as much energy as you could muster, you turn your head towards that devil of a man.
“Take me right here, Jimin. Please,” you beg, body shivering.
He removes his hand from your breast and unzips his pants, and pulls them down just below the swell of his ass. He strokes his cock with a grunt, already red and needy for you. He pulls the foil package from his back pocket and rips open the condom. You breathe hard as you watch him from the reflection in the windows.
Even in their haze of passion, he takes the time to be safe. As if you are smitten even more than before.
He rolled the condom on with ease. Jimin lines himself up at your entrance, and runs the tip against your slit, inching close.
Jimin grunts low, and moves to push the hair off your face and back of your neck. Your hair is in disarray at this moment. Your makeup running, lipstick smudged, and sweat rolling down your face, you look ethereal to him. So raw with passion. It was then, he slips between your folds, inching into that deep warm cavern of bliss. He hisses as you tighten around him. He pulls his cock out, only leaving the tip before thrusting it back in.
You moan, feeling him bury himself inside you. Your body jiggles as he begins to thrust, slow at first, getting you used to his size. His shaft curves and hits you at an angle that brushes that rough spot rarely found.
The echo of skin slapping fills the office space. Jimin grunts as he watches your expressions from the window. It makes him lustful for more, hips snapping; he rolls them against you finding the perfect spot. Hilt deep, your breath turns ragged. Jimin stutters, slowing his movements as he feels himself twitch. You pant as you feel the knot breaking loose, muscles clench as he brushes your walls.
Jimin leans in close, grinding against you as his tongue runs along your ear.
“Go ahead, babygirl.”
Your body freezes, then spasms around his cock. Your orgasm rolls over your body like a wave, rough, crashing. You cry out holding on to the couch as Jimin keeps you from falling over. He keeps grinding, helping you ride out the release. Once you wince at the overstimulation, he moans, knowing his time has come. He pulls out and tears the condom off, and strokes himself a few more times as the hot ropes of white stream from the tip and land on your ass. His hips buck as he comes hard, moaning at how it drips off your ass and lower back. He falls forward with a soft grunt and places a light kiss on your shoulder. They rest in that position until both catch their breath. Jimin sits up and grabs some tissues to help clean you up and brings you to a seated position next to him after you both get dressed.
Jimin leans against a pillow with you resting your head on his shoulder. He strokes your hair gently before he leans in kissing your forehead and snuggles against you, closing his eyes.
”Merry Christmas babygirl.”
You smile with the thought of the future ahead of you.
⚖️ pairing: mafia boss!kim seokjin x (f) poc detective!oc; detective!jung hoseok x (f) poc detective!oc
⚖️ summary: after disappearing 15 years prior, kim seokjin has returned running one of the biggest companies in the city. a powerful and charismatic ceo, no one has ever told him no. but he has a secret...how will his blooming romance with a childhood friend, now detective affect his lucrative activities?
⚖️ rating: 21+
⚖️ warning(s): each chapter will be specifically noted for mature themes, but MDNI
⚖️ credits: a big shoutout to @dee-ehn for making this kick ass banner and divider!
⚖️ pairing: mafia boss!kim seokjin x (f) poc detective!oc; detective!jung hoseok x (f) poc detective!oc
⚖️ summary: after disappearing 15 years prior, kim seokjin has returned running one of the biggest companies in the city. a powerful and charismatic ceo, no one has ever told him no. but he has a secret...how will his blooming romance with a childhood friend, now detective affect his lucrative activities?
⚖️ rating: 18+
⚖️ warning(s): minor character death, swearing, violence, fighting, crimes, weapons, severe injuries, bl**d, hospitals, p*lice, scratching, kissing, breast play, unprotected sex (psa wrap it up)
⚖️ word count: 3.1k
⚖️ credits: Many thanks to @aeristudios for looking this over and giving me much-needed feedback. you're amazing!!!!💜💜
a big shoutout to @dee-ehn for making this kick ass banner and divider!
⚖️ a/n: this series has been a long coming....two years overdue, but better late than never. crime dramas have been having me in a chokehold as of late. i hope everyone enjoys it.
"Police!"
Screams rang out in the darkness as bodies scrambled to grab clothes, money, and drugs.
"Stay where the hell you are, arms up!"
The lights in the building turned on, revealing an underground club. People tried to run until they stopped in their tracks as guns were pointed at their heads. Everyone lined up against the wall as the Miranda rights were read. A woman entered the room wearing a black vest with white letters on the front that spelled out 'POLICE.' Her sharp brown eyes stared at the assorted people lined against the wall. She muttered, shaking her head at the woman standing before her. One of the arresting officers approached her, holding a bag of vials.
"Detective Lorne. Everything seems clear here."
She shook her head, sucking in her teeth. "Is the pimp here?"
The cop frowned, looking down the line. "W-Well–"
"Then we ain't finished. He's gotta be here somewhere," she snapped.
Detective Corinne “Ace” Lorne had a reputation as a “cowboy” law enforcer, but no one could deny that she did her job well. Three years of working her ass off led to her promotion as a Detective, and now she was on the Vice squad, trying to rid the city of wrongdoing. She never blamed the victims, always the assailant, and a lot of times, they walked free with no charges. The victims suffered the most, whether ending up in jail, on drugs, dead, or all of the above.
Corinne kept her hand on her 9mm gun as she walked further down the hall. The stench of mold and cigarettes wafted down the hallway, making her cover her mouth but keep her eyes open for sudden movements. She kicked in the doors, finding empty rooms in vain. Suddenly, someone came barreling out of a room, swinging a metal bat at her. She ducked at the first blow but caught one to the side, making her grunt as she fell to the floor. She kicked his feet out from under him as he came at her again, slamming her elbow into his. The bat fell to the ground as he collapsed, and Corinne grabbed his arms roughly, bringing them behind his back and handcuffing the goon with ease.
"You gotta lot of balls, Mort. But I finally got your ass."
He squirmed, trying to turn his head to glare at her. "Bitch, I'll kill you!"
Corinne gave him a swift kick to the ribs, making him howl. "Sure you will."
Noise erupted down the hall as a few cops and Corinne's partner, Jung Hoseok, ran towards her. Hoseok glanced from Corinne to the pimp, shaking his head. "Guess you ain't need my help."
She chuckled, re-holstering her gun. "Not at all." She pointed to one of the cops. "Read him his rights and take him outside." She winced as they walked back into the main room. Hoseok held out his arm for her as they stepped outside. The few ambulances were on standby, waiting. She waved to one of the EMTs and pointed to her right side. "Bastard got me with a baseball bat."
Hoseok whistled low as they lifted her shirt, a dark purple bruise forming. "This job is gonna kill you one day, Corinne."
She gave him a hard stare as she chuckled lightly. "I highly doubt it, Hoseok."
Corinne winced as they set to work assessing her injuries. This job may be too much for her after all.
---
After hours of taking apart the underground club, Corinne bypassed the hustle and bustle of the police station. She barely made eye contact with anyone as she threw the stack of files on her clutter-ridden desk, walked up the stairs into the break area, and collapsed on one of the old, worn cots. She rubbed her eyes, taking in a big yawn as her eyes shut for the first time in five days. But there was no sleep for the weary. Barely an hour went by before Hoseok could rouse her awake. "Lorne? Lorne? Get up. We gotta move."
A slew of curses erupted from her lips as her eyes popped open, glaring at her partner. "This better be good," she groaned. Hoseok backed away a few steps, unsure if she'd take a swing at him. Corinne wasn't the most extraordinary person to be around, half awake. She sat up, detangling her braids, and grunted. "Give me five minutes."
Hoseok grinned, walked back into the precinct, and sat at his desk. Corinne emerged moments later and perched down on the edge of his desk. He handed her a cup of coffee, and she sipped it slowly before speaking again. "So why in Heaven's name was I woken up?"
"Because your informant is dead," a gruff voice spoke up. The detectives turned just as their captain entered his office. The robust African-American man grunted as he stomped in and slammed a folder on the desk. "Major crimes just called me. They found your number on the body, Lorne. The medical examiner wants to see you both, stat."
Fuck.
Corinne tried to keep a steely expression, but inside, a million questions ran through her mind. Which informant? Why now? She decided to wait until they had the whole story. Hoseok nodded as he grabbed his jacket, giving her a look. "Let's go, partner." She sighed, gulped down the hot drink, and grabbed the files. "See ya later, Captain."
----
The medical examiner buzzed them in and put on face masks and latex gloves. Corinne crossed her arms as she stared at the covered body on the gurney. "What happened?"
The middle-aged examiner, Gregory, sighed and pulled back the sheet. Hoseok let out a groan and took a step back. Maybe she shouldn’t have finished that coffee beforehand. She held it together only because Gregory would not have been pleased with the results. The corpse of her informant was barely noticeable due to the damage from the elements.
"Time of death will be hard to determine, as you can see from the water damage. The fingertips were burned off, the jaw appeared to be smashed, and the optic nerves were destroyed. Those were all done postmortem, but the cause of death was damage to the carotid artery."
"Who would go through this much trouble?" Corinne thought out loud. Hoseok stood at the far end of the room, shaking his head. "You and I know who'd be good for this."
She muttered softly to herself, studying the wounds on his body. Sure enough, she found his tattoo, a serpent wrapped around a skull. "This is Milo...fuck–yes, I'm aware of who could be behind it, but I bet we won't be able to get anything."
Hoseok knew she was right. The lack of evidence put them at a dead end each time a new body appeared. Gregory shrugged, handing her an evidence bag with her card. "I have no clue, but they went through a lot of trouble sending you this message."
She glanced at Gregory, too exhausted to comprehend anything he said. "Just send the paperwork, and we'll start on this soon enough. If you manage to find anything, page me, and I'll be at the station."
The M.E. nodded and set out his tools to start the autopsy. Corinne and Hoseok took their leave. As Hoseok got into the driver's seat, she slid into the passenger's side with a grim expression.
“You sure it’s not the Russians?”
Corinne rubbed her eyes with a groan. “As much as I want to believe that, I know that's not true. There might be something else to this.”
“Spill.”
Corinne sighed, looking up at Hoseok. “I think they were supposed to appear to have done this. To knock us off their trail.”
Hoseok let out a snort, resting his head against the car seat. “You’re right, that’s fucking wild.”
They rode in silence, lost in their own thoughts. This case was becoming increasingly complicated with each new revelation. A lot of hours were going to be dedicated to this case.
That is, if the higher-ups approved it. Knowing them, they’d push it to the back burner. A lowly informant barely made the papers.
Corinne sighed to herself, shaking her head.
“Corinne?”
She blinked, turning to her partner. “Sorry. What was that?”
Hoseok smirked, jerking his head to the left. “We’re at your place.”
“Oh.”
He drummed his fingers on the wheel. “You going in tomorrow?”
She shook her head. “I got the day off. Need to finish some things.”
“Good cause after that injury, you need to take it easy.”
She rolled her eyes with a scoff. “When have I ever taken it easy, Jung?”
He laughed, shaking his head. “Good point.” He reached over and patted her hand. “Take care of yourself, partner.”
“Or what?”
His eyes darkened as he met her gaze. “You know what.”
She bit her bottom lip, staring at him hungrily. “Why don’t you show me?”
---
He surveyed the construction site, and the crane moved to place beams along the structure. His hands clasped perfectly behind his back, eyes focused, and poker face unmatched. Sighing, he turned from the windows and sat at his desk. The scatter of papers made his frown set in. Things were going differently than planned overseas. A knock at the door brought his eyes up.
“Enter.”
The door opened slowly as a man, holding a briefcase and files, entered. He waved him to come inside.
“Any news, Yoongi?”
“None, Hyungnim.”
Seokjin’s lip thinned in annoyance. “So, there is an issue with this project?”
“It seems some of the funds have gone missing.”
Jin looked up, glaring at him. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”
Yoongi shook his head. “We’re already ahead of it. Your meeting is being moved up before we head to the site.”
“How long do we have, Yoongi?”
“Less than half an hour, Hyungnim.”
His lips thinned as he glanced at his watch. “I guess you'd better hurry this up, then.”
“Well, the helicopter is on the way–”
“Fine. We’ll take care of this on the helipad then.”
He walked off before Yoongi could speak; instead, he sighed and followed his boss to the elevator. The man waited until Yoongi hit one of the buttons. Yoongi glanced down at his phone. They had little time, and he'd be punished if they deviated from his schedule.
They reached the top floor in silence. He walked out with Yoongi in tow, only stepping before him to open the door. A flash of light made his eyelids blink, adjusting to the sun. They were on the rooftop of a high-rise building, a helicopter off to the side, propellers turning. The wind whipped his tie as he approached three other men, two standing and the one in the middle on his knees with a cloth bag over his head. He gestured to them when he stood before the man on the ground.
They snatched the bag off his head, and the man’s eyes blinked erratically as the light blinded him momentarily. Once he glanced at the man standing before him, his face paled.
“J-Jin…”
“That's Kim Seokjin to you, maggot,” Yoongi snapped, stepping forward to strike him across the face.
Jin shook his head, placing his hand on Yoongi’s shoulder. “Now, where are your manners? This isn’t how we take care of business.”
Placing his hands behind his back, he looked at the other two. “Namjoon, Jungkook, has he been forthcoming with any information?”
“None, Hyungnim,” Namjoon replied.
Jin tutted softly as the tiniest of smirks appeared across his face.
“I’m only going to ask this once. Where’s my money?”
“What money?”
Jin chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m fairly certain; I said I would only ask this once. However, I consider myself merciful, so I’ll ask this again. Where is my money?”
The man spat down at his feet, growling with hatred. “You’ll die for this, Kim.”
Jin smirked once more as he began to roll up his sleeves. “My usual methods aren’t working, so now we’ll just have to do things the old-fashioned way.”
Yoongi handed him a small box and opened the lid. Jin gave him his cell phone before taking out the two brass knuckles that glittered in the sunlight. Slipping them on, he flexed his fingers.
“Lovely, aren’t they? Never gets old. It seems once these are used, people’s minds change.”
Bones crunching filled the air as the man’s head jerked to the side. Blood sprayed onto the concrete as Jin stepped back in disgust.
“If you got blood on my suit, I’ll kill you,” he hissed.
The man trembled, his gaze fixed on Jin. “I-If I knew where your money was, I’d tell you.”
Jin reeled his foot back, slamming it into the man’s gut. He cried out in pain, crumbling to the ground in a ball. He brushed his hair back, rolling his shoulders.
“I’m tired of this game, maggot,” he snapped his fingers as Jungkook and Namjoon lifted the man to his feet. The man sniffled as the blood still dripped from his nose.
“P-Please–”
“Well, when you put it that way. Sure, I’ll show you some leniency.”
“Oh, thank you! Thank you!”
Jin rolled his eyes, giving them a nod. Jungkook and Namjoon lifted the man over the side. He struggled, screaming as they let go. His cries grew faint until the body slammed onto the street below. Jin removed his brass knuckles and placed them back in the box Yoongi had held out for him. He adjusted his suit, nodding to his men as they ushered him to the helicopter.
“Make sure to clean that mess up, Namjoon,” he instructed.
“Yes, Hyungnim.”
Suddenly, the phone in Yoongi’s hand began to ring. He looked at the contact and handed the phone back to Jin. “Hyungnim.”
Jin waved him away. “Not now, Yoongi.”
“You might want to take this.”
Jin’s eyes darted to the screen as he snatched it away. Smiling, he answered it brightly. “Eomma! Yes, I know I was supposed to call last night… I’m sorry, business got hectic. Will I be home to visit? Of course! When? Sometime soon, I promise. Give Seokjoong and his family my love. Talk to you soon.”
Sighing, he lay back against the seat, closing his eyes. “Yoongi?”
“Yes, Hyungnim?”
“I think it’s time I visit home. Fifteen years is long enough to be away.”
---
The food cartons lay untouched as the loud action movie on the television played in the background. The occupants paid it no mind. She threw her head back into the pillows as soft lips dragged along her inner thigh. The grip on his dark hair tightened, making him grunt. He kissed a trail back up to her lips feverishly, fingers getting tangled in her hair. She smirked, changing their positions so she was on top.
His eyes glinted with mischief as he grabbed handfuls of her ass before following with a generous smack. She jumped with a squeal before giving his nipple a quick pinch.
”Fuck!”
”Want more?”
His head bobbed as he gripped her hips. “You always tease me.”
”You love it,” she taunted playfully.
She raised her lower half, letting her lower lips brush against his swollen head. He hissed, eyes squeezing shut. Impatience covered his features as he slipped between her folds, groaning in satisfaction. She shuddered at their connection, beginning to bounce up and down on top of him.
Feral sounds filled the air as the individuals sought their own release. The man grunted in frustration, flipping them over as he lifted her leg, impaling her at a different angle. She cried out as her nails dug into his back, deep red marks forming.
The coils in her abdomen tightened just before she saw white as the electric current ran through her body. He groaned as his release followed after hers, collapsing to his side, being mindful of not falling onto her.
Breathing hard, they lay like that for a few minutes before she sat up, looking for her shirt as he rolled onto his back, looking up at the ceiling.
“Damn, that was good.”
”Yep.”
He turned to look at her curiously. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
She looked at him with confusion. “No, I would have told you.”
”I know, but after that hit to your ribs–“
She smirked as she slipped her panties on. “It’s going to take more than a bat to my side to get me down.”
“No lies told, Lorne.”
She wrapped her braids in a messy bun and stood up. “I’m gonna go freshen up. You need anything?”
He sucked his teeth. “I think I can manage my way around your place.”
”True.”
She leaned in, pressing her lips to his before ruffling his hair. “Thanks for the stress relief.”
Hoseok smirked, returning her kiss. “Anytime, partner."
---
Yoongi looked across the aisle at his boss, deciding it was best to wait and speak later. When Jin was in that sort of mood, it was best to keep a distance. Instead, he scrolled through his phone as his mind wandered to simpler times.
“Yoongi!”
The young man looked up from his books to see an older man standing with another boy his age. He stood up, bowing in respect to the older man.
“Hell,o Hyungnim.”
The man adjusted his glasses before placing his hand on the shoulder of the boy standing next to him.
“This is Seokjin. He just arrived from America. I want you to guide him, Yoongi.”
Yoongi nodded.
“Nice to meet you.”
Seokjin nodded in return, the expression on his face unreadable.
The man placed his hands behind his back as his expression turned stern. “I’m looking to you to step up, Seokjin. Listen to Yoongi and learn.”
“Yes, father.”
That took Yoongi aback. This was his son?! Now it made sense why Hyungnim left for the trip. But to America? Why was his son there all this time?
“I’ll leave you two to chat. I’ll see you home later, Seokjin,” Hyungnim Kim stated.
“Yes, Abeoji.”
Seokjin took a seat with his bag as Yoongi joined him.
“How are you liking Seoul so far, Seokjin?”
He sighed, picking at his thumbnail. “You can call me Jin.”
Yoongi frowned in confusion. “But aren’t you older than me?”
Jin shrugged, meeting his gaze. “Only by a few months. I’m not that uptight like my dad.”
Yoongi hid the smirk fighting to surface. “He’s not so bad.”
Jin rolled his head, dropping his head into his hands. “Sure, but you have a relationship with him. He dragged me away from my Eomma just to prove a point. I miss home.”
He could hear the pain in his voice. A pain he knew all too well.
Many questions swirled in Yoongi’s mind, but he came to one conclusion. He’d protect his boss’s son with his life.
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🎙️ pairing(s): rapper!kim namjoon x model! (f) poc reader (nickname Winter); rapper!im changkyun x model! (f) poc reader
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He walked her over to the other two members. The one with long hair stood up with an incline. “I’m Min Yoongi.”
She stuck her tongue between her teeth while keeping her hand steady with the mascara wand. The sound of another voice made her pause.
“Unnie, are you almost ready?”
The young woman looked up from the vanity mirror, mascara wand in mid-swipe, to see her friend entering the bedroom. “Almost, Jiwoo. What time did the car service say it would arrive?”
The other young woman glanced at her phone, nibbling her bottom lip. “Within the next five minutes.”
She hummed in agreement and finished her makeup. “Where are we going again?”
Jiwoo rummaged for her lipstick while sitting on the couch. Sighing, she looked toward her friend, “It’s a surprise.”
She turned, raising an eyebrow. “You know how much I hate surprises. Seriously, where are we going?”
Jiwoo rolled her eyes. “I’ll give you a hint. W Korea is hosting it. Happy Unnie?”
She sucked her teeth and grabbed her purse. “You're lucky you’re my best friend and favorite designer.”
Jiwoo giggled and grabbed her coat. Her phone vibrated as she hummed. “Good. Let’s go. The car’s here.”
=*=
The men stood on the stage, repeatedly reviewing their sound cues. Jung Hoseok felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and glanced at the message across the screen. His eyes sparkled as he typed a quick response. Another male with dark hair and a more diminutive stature walked over.
“Everything alright, Hobi?”
“Yeah, Yoongi. My Noona is coming to the show.”
Yoongi smiled. “Ah, I haven’t seen Jiwoo in ages. How is she?”
Hoseok gave a bright smile. “Great! She’s launching a new line for the spring in a few weeks, and her muse is back.”
“Whose back?”
Hoseok and Yoongi looked up as the third unit member walked in. His hair, now a lavender tint, was pushed back off his face and under a baseball cap. Hoseok turned his eyes to Yoongi and said cautiously, “My sister and a friend are coming to the show.”
The third member’s eyes sparkled. “Oh, Jiwoo? She’s bringing a friend?”
Hoseok's lips shaped into a frown. “I know what you’re thinking, Namjoon; she’s off-limits.”
Namjoon’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?! I didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t have to say it. It’s written all over your face.”
Namjoon shrugged as a crew member ran over to help him put on his mic. “Whatever. I’m innocent.”
Yoongi snorted as he put in his in-ear. “Innocent, my ass. We barely got your name out that gossip rag cause of that–”
Namjoon scoffed, waving his hand away. “Water under a bridge. Let’s just get back to the rehearsal.”
“Uh-huh,” Hoseok murmured. “Just focus on the music.”
“Yeah. Yeah.”
=*=
Winter glanced out the window as the butterflies in her stomach fluttered erratically.
Why was she so nervous?
She’d been to numerous events, so why was this one different from the others? Half-listening to Jiwoo, she added one-word answers every so often. Her friend noticed how distracted she was and gently patted her hand.
“Unnie, breathe. It’s going to be okay. I’m happy you’re here in Seoul. This is going to be great for your career.”
She nodded as some of the tension lifted from her shoulders. “I’m excited, just nervous to start something new.”
It was a step in the right direction, and it made sense to start anew. Expanding her brand overseas was just the boost she needed. Unnecessary drama back home only added to her stress. It was time for a change.
As the car stopped at the building's entrance, Jiwoo gave her a warm smile before opening the door, making Winter shake her worries away. “This is the first step.”
The ladies stepped out of the car as flashes went off. Photographers were already getting entrance photos. She looked at her outfit, feeling insecure about how it looked. Jiwoo made it specifically for her, accentuating her assets perfectly, but it wasn’t too revealing. Jiwoo and Winter waved as they walked in. The creative director greeted the duo, ushering them down the carpet to take more photos in front of a media backdrop.
A person stepped forward with a smile. Jiwoo noticed who it was and ran up to him, waving. “Changkyun!”
The tall man smiled widely as he stepped forward. “Jiwoo-nim! Good to see you!”
“I didn’t think you were gonna be here! I thought you were touring overseas?”
He shook his head with a smirk. “I came back a few months early for a shoot. They wanted me to host the entrance event.”
His eyes finally fell on Winter as his posture straightened a bit. “Jiwoo-nim, who is your friend?”
She smiles, motioning to Winter. “This is Winter. She’s one of my closest friends from the US. She’ll be in my fashion show this spring.”
Jiwoo gestured to Changkyun. “Unnie, this is Im Changkyun. He did a few photo shoots for me last year.”
Winter tilted her head toward him in greeting. “Oh, I remember! It was around when you released a solo album, right?”
He chuckled, brushing his hair back. “Yeah. I’m surprised you’d know that.”
Winter shrugged nonchalantly. “I might have listened to it.”
His eyes sparkled. “A woman after my own heart.”
Jiwoo glanced at her watch and patted him on the hand. “We’ll have to catch up more, but we gotta get to the stage.”
Disappointment crossed his face, but he nodded. “Fair enough. I don’t wanna hold you both up. I’ll see you at the after-party?”
Winter bobbed her head as her braids swayed slightly. “Maybe. We’ll see how the night goes. Nice meeting you.”
“You too.”
Once they were within earshot, Winter let out a small giggle. “He’s kind of cute.”
“The way he was staring at you, I’m pretty sure the feeling was mutual,” Jiwoo responded.
“Really?”
Jiwoo gave her a skeptical look. “He was practically drooling when he saw you.”
Winter shook her head. “The last thing I need is something complicated. I plan to focus on my career while I’m here.”
Jiwoo nodded in agreement. “Smart move. Now, let’s enjoy ourselves tonight. The best is yet to come.”
The night went on as Jiwoo and Winter mingled with the guests. While Winter was having a great time, she knew she was networking with the leading industry people. As she grabbed another glass of champagne, Changkyun walked up the stairs to the stage as the music died. Applause rang out as he bowed to the crowd.
“Welcome to W Korea’s event Love Your W. I’m Im Changkyun, and I will be the MC tonight. Again, let's thank W Korea for hosting this event and giving to a great cause.”
He paused for the applause before continuing. “It is my utmost pleasure to introduce this act; they’ve taken over the underground scene, and with their single “UGH,” it flew up the charts. I present the members of gu239: RM, JHope, and AgustD!”
The crowd roared deafeningly. Winter watched as three men entered the stage, and the first beats of the intro came on. Her eyes widened as she noticed Hoseok dancing on the stage.
“H-Hobi?!”
Jiwoo giggled as she clapped. “Surprise! I knew you’d love this!”
Seeing her best friend’s little brother grow up was a surprise. Winter knew he was in the music business, but not to this caliber. He seemed in his element, vibing with the crowd as he effortlessly rapped his verse. She couldn’t help dancing to the beat as they whipped the crowd into a frenzy until she laid eyes on him.
Oh damn.
They locked eyes.
Namjoon was having the time of his life on stage. Whatever nerves he had left were gone as soon as I.M. introduced them on stage. He, Hoseok, and Yoongi began with a fan favorite, “Cypher Medley," showcasing each rapper's lyrical skills. As he got to his verse, Namjoon worked the crowd, getting them to dance and rap with him. As he came to the middle of the stage, he saw her. He almost tripped over his last verse. She stood out from the crowd for all the right reasons. Shaking off the feeling, he brought his focus back to the set. To his surprise, she met his gaze more than once. It seemed her eyes bore into his soul.
As he reached his verse in “Ddaeng” and began his rap stutter, something seemed to awaken in Winter. That fluttering feeling returned. She blinked once, then twice. It wasn’t until the music ended and the applause started that she was shaken from her trance. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see Jiwoo looking at her in concern.
“You alright, Winter?”
She laughed and nodded. “Yeah. That performance was amazing! I can’t believe that was your little brother!”
Jiwoo smiled as she pointed towards the stage. “Wanna head backstage and meet them? Hobi gave me passes.”
“Um, hello. Yes, I wanna go!”
Moments later, Winter followed Jiwoo backstage toward the green room. The door was slightly ajar, and she knocked as someone opened it wider. Hoseok’s bright smile appeared as he ushered them inside.
“Noona!”
He wrapped his sister in a hug as he laughed. “I’m so happy you came!”
Jiwoo laughed as Hoseok set her down. “You know I wouldn’t miss a performance from my favorite little brother.”
Hoseok beamed as he gestured to Winter. “Don’t think I see you hiding there, Noona. C’mere.”
Winter smiled as she hugged Hoseok and gave him a once-over once pulling back. “You’ve grown up, Hoseok. I can’t believe that the assassin of a rapper used to run around filming those Hope on the Street videos.”
He felt his face turn flush as the other two guys laughed. “Guys, this is Winter. She’s a long-time family friend.”
“Nice to meet you,” she said.
Namjoon stood up next. Their eyes locked, and suddenly they became only aware of each other’s presence, having forgotten about everyone else. Time seemed to move in slow motion as he walked over to her.
"I'm Kim Namjoon; nice to meet you."
She looked even better up close. "Nice to meet you, too, Namjoon."
Damn.
Her smile mesmerized him, which made it obvious how attracted he was to her. The whole room felt it. Hoseok stepped up, clearing his throat.
“Got any plans for later on?”
Jiwoo shook her head. “Not really. I know there will be a few after-parties, but none caught our interest.”
Namjoon’s eyes twinkled as he cleared his throat. “Why don’t you both come out with us?”
“What?” Hoseok stared at him curiously. “We’re not doing anything fun. Just getting food and drinks.”
“All the more reason. We can catch up and chill.”
Winter glanced at Jiwoo for an answer, and her friend nodded with a wink. It was settled.
She turned to Namjoon with a smile, “Send us the address, and we’ll see you there.”
=*=
Everyone watched in amusement as Namjoon and Winter chatted. They all decided to meet at a mom-and-pop restaurant, conveniently away from any potential prying eyes. Luckily, no one else was there, so they could all eat and drink peacefully. The owner, a man they had known since their trainee days, bought them a large platter full of beef and pork.
Jiwoo and Yoongi volunteered to cook the meat while Hoseok went to get the soju and beer. Namjoon watched Yoongi start the grill and glanced at Winter.
“Ever done kbbq?”
“Oh, all the time. Jiwoo and I would go and pig out after her fashion shows.”
Namjoon grinned as he sipped his water. “Really? You’re full of surprises.”
Winter scoffed as she grabbed a piece of brisket with her chopsticks. “Why does that seem so surprising to you?”
Namjoon shrugged sheepishly. “You’re a model.”
“Models have to eat, too,” she said matter-of-factly before getting up to help Hoseok with the beer and soju bottles.
Okay, that was dumb. Namjoon wanted to kick himself. The last thing he wanted to do was mess things up with her. There was definitely a mutual attraction between the two. He could see that, but what would it take to take it to the next level? She wasn’t like these other women. This was going to take some serious finessing. By the time they returned to the table, he had devised a plan. If he was patient, the results would be fruitful.
“Miss me,” she teased, placing the bottles down.
“Actually, yeah, I did,” he answered, surprising himself as well as Yoongi and Hoseok.
The other two rappers exchanged looks but kept their thoughts to themselves. Hoseok made a mental note to chat with Winter at some point while she was in town. The last thing he wanted was to see her become a notch on Namjoon’s bedframe.
The night continued as the old and new friends enjoyed each other's company until they were all full and slightly tipsy.
Once the bill was paid — at the insistence of Namjoon — Yoongi was convinced it was another way to impress Winter. They thanked the owners before walking outside.
“How you getting home, Noona?”
Jiwoo flashed her phone screen to reveal the rideshare app. “Setting up a ride in a few minutes.”
Namjoon stepped over to Winter, feeling nervous all of a sudden. “Have you got a place here yet?”
She shook her head. “Not yet. I’m staying with Jiwoo until they get it arranged.”
“Your agency?” He asked, wanting clarification about who ‘they’ were.
“Uh-huh. When I’m not in photoshoots, I work part-time as a makeup artist.”
His widened. “Wow, that’s impressive.”
She shrugged nonchalantly. “Modeling is fun, but it’s not a job I’d want to retire from. It helps to learn other aspects of the job.”
If he wasn’t already smitten, he was for sure now. There was more to her than she let on. She wasn’t like any of the women he normally hit on. Her answers surprised him for sure. Nothing seemed superficial about her; it felt genuine.
“Unnie, the cars here.”
Namjoon tried to hide his frown as she turned her attention to Jiwoo. She nodded before looking back at Namjoon with a small smile. “It was nice meeting you, Namjoon.”
“Likewise, Winter. Maybe we’ll see each other another time.”
“Possibly, especially since Hobi is your friend.”
He nodded as his dimples appeared. The car pulled up, and he opened the door for the ladies. Jiwoo slid in, followed by Winter. She paused, giving Namjoon another smile.
“Thanks again for a great time. Y'all were amazing on stage. I hope we get to see another performance.”
“You liked me that much,” he flirted, pleased to hear her praise
Winter couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “I enjoyed all three equally. Goodnight, Namjoon.”
“Goodnight, Winter.”
He closed the door after she was situated inside. The group began to walk to their apartments. While Hobi and Yoongi chatted, Namjoon remained quiet. All he could think about was Winter.
That woman had cast a spell over him…
=*=
“Perfect. Turn this way, love.”
The bulbs flashed as Winter turned for a three-quarter profile. She had a slight smirk on her face as the garment she wore fluttered in the breeze from the fans. She ran her hand through the curls on her head, giving a wink to the camera.
The creative director looked up from her screen and gave a thumbs-up. “We got the shot.”
Everyone clapped as Winter smiled brightly, mindful of the train on the dress as she went to the dressing room. One of the assistants helped her out of the garment as she removed the curly wig, letting her locs fall and running her fingers through them. Winter put back on her clothes—a pair of sweats and a crop top—and started removing the makeup from her face.
The creative director arrived as she was finishing her moisturizer.
“I just had to come by to say you were a joy to work with. Jiwoo spoke highly of you, and we were not disappointed.”
Winter grinned, pulling her locs into a low ponytail. “She said the same thing. I appreciate all the kindness. This was the smoothest photoshoot I’ve done in a long time.”
“That’s so good to hear. I hope we work with you again, Winter.”
She waved as she walked out. Winter gathered her things and exited the building. She put on her mask and hat and headed down the street. The chill from the cold hit her instantly. She wrapped her scarf tighter around her throat and headed to a cafe near her apartment.
The warmth wrapped around her as she walked inside and greeted the owner. She found a seat near the back and looked over the menu. The barista came over, and Winter gave her an order. She was handed a pager and settled in her chair, looking at her phone.
“Winter?”
Something in the timbre of that voice sounded so familiar. She felt a shiver run through her body as her face warmed.
She looked up to see Namjoon walking towards her. She almost didn’t recognize him because he was so bundled up from the cold. She would have been clueless about who he was if she hadn’t seen the lavender bangs peeking from the beanie.
He walked up, holding a coffee cup and grinning beneath his mask.
“Hey. I thought I saw you over here in the corner. Mind if I sit?”
Winter gestured to the empty seat, shaking her head. “Be my guest.”
He settled in, getting comfortable as he removed his jacket and pulled down his face mask. He glanced over at her across the table as he sipped his drink.
It had only been a few weeks since he’d seen Winter that faithful night, and he was still just as smitten. He could only talk about her to the point that Yoongi and Hoseok tuned him out every time.
Not that he cared. He was patient in his planning. Maybe he had some help. Jiwoo unknowingly gave away the location of Winter’s modeling gig. The rest he figured out on his own. The coffee shop was a bonus.
“What have you been up to?”
Winter sipped her water before answering. “Just finished a shoot.”
“Oh? How did it go?”
“It went really well. Thanks for asking.”
The pager went off, halting the conversation...or lack thereof. Winter stood, going to grab her order, leaving Namjoon to his thoughts.
Maybe he read her wrong. Perhaps she didn’t like him that much. He frowned to himself, sipping his drink. Not to brag, but it didn’t take much effort with most women.
But she’s not most women.
Winter returned moments later with her iced latte, sandwich, and salad. Namjoon glanced at her food curiously. She held up half of the sandwich, and he politely declined.
“So what brings you to this side of town?” she asked before taking a bite of her sandwich.
Namjoon sipped his drink before answering. “Oh, my studio is down the street. I come here almost every day.”
Winter’s eye lit up with interest. “Oh? Were you working on some new music with the group?”
A tinge of red covered Namjoon’s cheeks. He coughed slightly. “Actually, it’s still pretty new. Just working on the lyrics currently.”
She nodded in understanding. “I get it. But I’d love to hear something once you’re comfortable sharing.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
They exchanged soft smiles as something shifted in the air between them. This couldn’t have been just in his head; there was definitely an attraction between them.
Winter wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin before meeting his gaze once more. “Do you want to get out of here?”
Namjoon nearly choked on his coffee, coughing for a few moments. He glanced at her in surprise, trying to figure out if this was another daydream.
“Namjoon, are you alright?”
“Y-Yeah,” he coughed once more before shooting Winter a reassuring grin. “I’m good.”
“Do you want to get out of here?”
Oh, she was serious. Winter wouldn’t have asked a second time if it wasn’t. He nodded, getting up and grabbing her tray for her. “Yeah. Let’s go.”
He threw her trash away as she put on her coat and followed him out of the cafe.
“My place is near here,” he offered.
Winter bit her lip in thought. “Is that smart though? Would we run into anyone on the way?”
Damn. She had a good point. Namjoon had promised his bandmates there wouldn’t be any issues. If he were caught taking Winter to his place, things wouldn’t go well for either of them. Those sites would be out for blood.
She reached for his hand, giving him a gentle squeeze. “I’ll get a hotel. Less suspicious if it’s under my name.”
He shook his head. “I’m paying–”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m not arguing this. It’s cold out here, and we’re wasting time. I’m putting the reservation under my name and that’s it.”
There was no use arguing. Soon they were sitting comfortably in a suite, sharing a bottle of red wine. Namjoon gave Winter her props. This was a much better idea. No one questioned it, and he slipped up to the suite after she settled in, making sure it was up to both their standards.
“How’s the wine?”
Winter set her glass down with a nod. “It’s good. Not too dry.”
They sat in the silence, each in their own thoughts. Winter glanced over at him, leaning into her arm.
“You like me?”
Namjoon finished the contents of his glass and set it next ot hers. “Yeah. I’m guessing the feeling is mutual.”
Winter smirked, running her hands through her locs. “You’re correct in your observation.”
“You want to know something?”
“Hmm?”
He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “During our performance, I almost tripped up during my rap when I saw you in the audience.”
He met her gaze and laughed in disbelief. “And I can’t believe I just admitted that aloud.”
Winter scooted closer, patting his knee. “It’s kind of adorable in a way.”
“R-Really?”
“Uh-huh,” she answered, biting down on her lip. “It shows you’re not just a fuck boy.”
Namjoon snorted as he laughed. “Damn, I really give off that vibe?”
She shrugged nonchalantly. “I’ve heard some things.”
“Oh? Do share, please.”
Winter straddled his lap, running her fingers down his chest. She noted the boardness as the muscles flexed. “What fun would that be?”
Without a thought, he leaned in, brushing his lips against hers. Winter deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck as the pair continued making out. His tongue flicked across her lips, making her lips part as their tongues danced.
Sounds of content passed through them as they part for air.
His hands traveled from her shoulder blades down her back until they rested above the swell of her ass cheeks. He rested his forehead against hers, softly kissing the tip of her nose. "You're beautiful; you know that," he said breathlessly.
"Thank you," she murmured shyly at his compliment. Beautiful. It wasn't a word often used to describe her. Pretty, hot, and sexy–she heard that often. But the word beautiful had never been used, even if she was in the fashion industry.
His fingers played with the hem of her crop top, lightly tugging at the waistband of her sweats. Namjoon wouldn't go any further than the kiss if Winter stopped it altogether. He cupped her chin, their eyes meeting.
"Would you like to keep going? Just say the word, I'll back off if you want me to.”
He was giving her a choice.
"Let's continue," she answered after a beat.
He took her hand and led her into the bedroom. As they reached the bed, he pulled the top over her head, discarding it on the floor. His lips found hers with ease as he tugged her sweats down slowly. They pooled at her ankles, and she kicked them away without a single thought. His pulse quickened at her standing before him in her lingerie. He bit his lip and glanced back into her eyes.
So very enticing.
How did he luck out with her?
Namjoon pushed his thoughts aside as that nagging feeling returned. Yeah, he got around quite a bit, and maybe a few scandals were under his belt. It wasn’t like they were in it for the long haul, so it shouldn’t be that big of a deal.
Focus, you idiot.
“Joon?”
He blinked, staring at Winter as a dimpled grin formed. She made herself comfortable on the bed, eyes twinkling with mischief.
Fuck it, there was no way he was passing up with her. His clothing was stripped off in a frenzy until only his boxers remained. He leaned in as his lips brushed hers, climbing on top of her as his hands caged her in.
She welcomed his kisses and wrapped her arms around his shoulders to pull him closer, lightly nibbling his lower lip. He pulled away, kissing a path along her jaw and to her neck. She tilted her head up, giving him better access. Sounds of approval passed her lips, followed by a hiss as his teeth bit into her skin.
"Fuck, that feels good. K-Keep going," she whimpered.
Namjoon growled softly in his throat as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Winter could feel his cock rub against her lower lip through the material. Between the moans spilling from her lips and the sensation of their clothing on his erection, his arousal was at an all-time high. He wasted no time unhooking her bra and throwing it somewhere on the floor. With a slight smirk, he bent down, kissing around one of her nipples. His free hand gave the other equal attention. He took the nipple in his mouth, suckling it while Winter squirmed under him, dragging her nails through his scalp.
Damn, he knew what the hell he was doing. The friction between her legs was becoming too much to bear. He had to feel the wet patch forming between her legs.
He let go of her erect nipple with an audible pop and gave her a grin. The pout on her lips made him grow even harder as he nibbled on her bottom lip.
"That won't be a problem," he murmured. His fingers dragged down her stomach, feeling the contours and dips, appreciating the art that was her body.
They were entering dangerous territory.
Was this so wrong?
They knew what the night would bring, but they didn’t care.
One-night stands weren’t problematic. Nothing complicated could ever come from this.
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thank you for the tag @shadowkoo this was fun to do :3
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