Joohyun

I must be crazy.

Maybe I am.

I saw Kim Seokjin on a cold balmy night, vividly aware of his presence. Met him on a clear windy evening, had amazing mind-blowing sex with him later. Talked to him on the most important day of my life and fixed a date in his house on the same night.

Totally crazy.

I'm now standing in front of his house, a simple monochrome apartment with a clean exterior.

It was always a question in our social circles as to why Kim Seokjin likes to play it simple. Everything, from his choice of vehicle to his clothes to his place of living, spelled 'simple' according to 'the rich' standards.

When asked about it, he would nonchalantly answer that he had more important things to think about. Much less the colour schemes of his personal belongings.

I found that unbearably hot.

After knowing that he lived in the topmost floor of this building from the friendly guard at the reception, I calmed myself at the prospect of being in his presence in a few minutes.

There I was now. In front of his apartment, dressed in a grey silk dress, reaching just below my knees. Nervous, yet horribly excited.
My blood was throbbing beneath my veins and I could feel it.

I rang the bell and held my breath. My heart was in shambles and I felt nauseous.

A click.

The lock fucking clicked.

The door opened ever so slowly and I was knocked out of my breath.

Seokjin.

Kim Seokjin.

He was standing in front of me, with his lifted forearm resting on the door, looking at me as if I was his first meal in ages. His upper body bare, glistening and looking every bit delicious.

Light sweat was trickling down his chest.
He was panting slightly, short puffs of breath coming from his lips.

His forehead was matted with his hair and he pushed it back by running his hand through it. I swear I died a little then.

I let my eyes down a little. He was wearing a grey track, snug comfortably at his thighs and buttocks. I was staring at him so shamelessly. Devouring him with my eyes.

I wanted to look away, a little flicker from my gaze. A little distraction. So I could just peel my eyes away from. But no... I was sucked into him. Into his beauty.

His gorgeous eyes.

"You called me." I was surprised I could even form words.

He shook his head a little, as if he was jolted from some kind of reverie he was having.

I saw a slight frown in his brows, which made me mirror that expression unintentionally.

"I didn't expect you this early. Sorry if I'm a bit..." He raked his eyes on me from head to toe and settled them back on my face, "...under dressed."

I felt my face heat up. From shame or embarassment or anger. I didn't know. But I knew, if I valued my dignity, I had to leave. Right now.

Before I could think of doing anything, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his house, slammed the door shut and pushed me into it.

I let out an immature gasp at the sudden intrusion of my personal space. Who was I kidding? This wasn't the first time.

His half naked body was hovering over me, my waist held by his firm arms, his face mere inches apart from mine.

My chest constricted and I was taking shallow breaths from my mouth.

This was totally insane.

I wanted this to be over with.

I couldn't trust myself to open my mouth. I just stared at his chest, as if it was my salvation, an escape from all that was happening now.

All of sudden, I felt his warm breath on my neck and the touch of his pillowy lips on them a second later. Kissing me like a ravaged man.

I let out a loud gasp and involuntarily clutched his biceps.
I must have dug my nails in them too because I felt his hands digging into my waist at the same time.

I was far too gone to comprehend anything right now though.

"Wha..?" My mouth was hung open. I closed my eyes tightly when I felt his lips smirk and kiss my neck in long seductive pecks.

He soon started licking me, biting and smooching the expanse of my throat. I had to bend myself back, my neck arching in an impossible angle.

"Wait.."

He wasn't having it.

He pushed me futher onto the door and slid his hand to my leg and caressed it slowly.

Then, he roughly pulled it up and bent it around his waist.

"Ah!"

That's it.

My insides went into overdrive and I shamefully grinded myself against him.

The rough feel of his cotton scraping against the silk of my dress was enough to roil my insides.

No. No. No.

"S..stop"

He wasn't listening.

His hands roamed my body without any shame, leaving a hot trail in its wake. My entire body was tingling with an intensity threatening to burn me within.

I wanted him. But I shouldn't.

This is wrong on so many levels.

He fondled my breasts, caressing them with an unbridled ferocity. My legs were turning numb.

No!

I pushed him with all might, my hands on his chest. Instinctively, his fingers clutched my forearm, daring me to refute his ministrations. I struggled, weakly, so heady from his touches.

His kisses wouldn't stop.

I didn't want to. I wanted to.

I was fucked up now. But not again. Fucking no.

"I said stop!" My shout echoed in the empty apartment, stilling everything in its path.

Seokjin stopped. He really did.

Our breaths were coming out fast, hot and ragged. Mingling with each other.

"Stop it. Please." I barely recognised my own voice. It was so small.

We did not move an inch, not one. Our bodies were racked in uncertainty, unsure of the next move. My sudden intrusion really did an awkward number on us.

Surprisingly, I was holding him tightly, my leg still wrapped around him. Everything I was doing was contrary to my words. I wanted to die right now.

He must think I'm an insufferable idiot.

After a few long seconds, I felt his breathing, and mine, relax to a slow humming crescendo. We stood there, in each other's arms, a silent confirmation between us.

He slowly dropped my leg down, but not without sliding his hand on it all the way up to my waist and letting it sit there.

His other hand was above my breast, slowly moving its way above to my cheek.

My heart thundered, threatening to break my ribcage.
His actions were so gentle, yet so possessive.

It felt as if he was battling within himself too.

"I swear.." He whispered in my ear, "...if you hadn't stopped me, I would have fucked you right here by this door and you wouldn't have even minded."

I let out a shudder, out of anticipation? I don't know.

I let my hands off of him, stepping back as much as he would allow me to. He must have got the hint and slowly moved back as well, producing a respectable distance between us.

"You should stop being so darn irresistible whenever you meet me, if you don't want me on you every two seconds, babe."

I scoffed and looked at him.

Did he really say that?

His eyes were dancing in mirthful amusement.

"And you should stop being so damn hot and really stop giving me those 'fuck me' eyes across the room whenever we meet."

I swear I saw his eyes widen. I loved that.

"I know we both find each other irresistible and have a hard time keeping our hands off each other whenever we meet but there's a fine line between vulgarity and sensuality." He was smirking at this point and I found myself smiling too.

I continued. "And I don't want to see us both as some horny sex starved animals, who never had a taste of any other person ever in their life."

I loved his smile. The playful expression in his eyes was a delight to watch. He put his hands in his track pockets, making it slip down just a little bit.

I loved his body. So delicious.

"So what do you suggest?" He said it. He really did.

I braced myself and stood up a little straighter.

"All the times we met, it was by sheer coincidence." I crossed my arms around my chest to keep me in control.
"We are definitely attracted to each other. There's no point in denying it. But I don't want to keep making out with a person who I barely know. Let alone have sex."

The last line must have addled him because I saw his left eyebrow raise dramatically and I definitely heard him scoff.

"The first time..." I held my palm towards him. "...was something I won't comment on. I wasn't in my senses and you were into it too. Just think of it as one night stand, alright?"

"So, your point? Wanna date?"

A man of few words. Good.

"I don't know what your take on relationships is and looking at our schedules, it would be foolish to even propose that idea."

He smirked.

"I'm liking this. Go on."

His hands in the pockets were going deep inside. The fucking tracks were sliding down more, dammit.

Focus, Joohyun.

I held his eyes, determined yet nervous as fuck.

"Let's play."

There was no mistaking it. His eyes turned sinfully darker now. He licked his bottom lip and bit it gently.

"Fucking go on."

"Three meetings." I held up three fingers to emphasize my point.

"If we accidentally meet three times, without touching each other afterwards," I put my hand down and took a few steps forward towards him. There was little space between us now.

I whispered, my voice laced with mischief, "I'll gladly let you fuck me against the door of any room you like, right after the third meeting."

I can swear I heard his breath hitch. There was unmasked surprise evident in his eyes. I felt proud of that for some reason.

"And before you do that, you are to fulfill a little wish of mine."

"What would that be?"

His fucking voice. So rough.

"That would be a surprise."

I leaned closer towards his ear, my hands joined at my back. I didn't want to touch him now. Not when I can't trust myself.

"Up for it?"

I didn't see it coming. His head whipped towards me so fast, our lips were only a hair breadth's away. If any one of slightly moved, we could kiss.

He looked at my lips, lust swimming like thick blood in his eyes.

Then, he raised his eyes, locking me in his gaze and smirked at me.

"Deal."