Age gap au
Also the relation between ml & fl might be uncomfortable for some viewers.
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"Are you ready?" Jungkook yelled as his voice traveled through hall to reach the said person upstairs. He glared back at his watch. They should reach on time. He again turned his neck to voice out but stopped. He watched as the person hastily walked down the stairs while closing button of his shirt cuffs.
"Yes dad. But-" he came forward and stood in front of his father who had Black suit on with black hair slicked back, exposing his forehead. Looking magestic. He himself was looking so fine in dark blue suit. "I have to pick my girlfriend up. You can leave first."
"Soobin..." Jungkook sighed. "Okay. But come soon and drive safe." Soobin smiled at him as they walked towards cars. They got in each car and drove to their destination.
Soobin stood outside the door after ringing the doorbell with bouquet of yellow tulips in his hand. He glanced at them and checked his form again.
The door clicked little before it opens. The woman inside the house stood in door frame, neatening the already perfect fabric. She looked up, eyes first falling on bouquet then up at his gaze. He instantly smiled and forwarded the flowers towards her. She held it with chuckle. He always brought her different flowers whenever there is special occasion or sometimes just cause he feels like.
"You look beautiful, noona." He smiled, his dimple adorably sitting on his cheeks. Sometimes he slightly resembles to bunny but it's not too noticable. They had seven years age gap as she was 25, hence the courtesy. She chuckled. "Thanks. You look handsome your self, my boy." She bent down a little and pecked his cheeks and in next moment he was red like tomato.
"Shall we?" He asked in little, almost unnoticeable stutter. She linked her arms into his that was forwarded. They both walked towards his car. Once settled down, he glanced at her. She felt his stare and turned to him. He smiled at her. "Today is important day. I'm gonna introduce you to my dad." Y/n replyed with smile. She was little nervous.
These days, she keep thinking about their relationship as couple. But for some reason it just wasn't clicking to her. Soobin is amazing person with sweet heart and beautiful soul. In today's world a person like him is almost impossible to find. He is kind, down to earth, trustworthy and very respectful. The very reason why she felt attracted to him.
He was daily customer in her cafe. When he asked her out, he professed that he likes her but she couldn't answer him right away. After giving her some time, she confessed that she had attraction for him but isn't sure about how deep it is. He too acknowledged her perspective. But still didn't gave up since she didn't really rejected him. Eventually noticing his efforts she got in relationship that has binded them since last 6 months.
They never went far than holding hands and kisses on cheeks and temple. He was in college/high school and she had her own job so getting holidays was their only chance. They would go on dates. Have sweet talks about how their day went.
But she have her desires too. It's not like she wanted to force him or hurry him. They had agreed on taking things slow. But how is something suppose to grow if there isn't any sort of intimacy. It's not that it's necessary but they are in romantic relationship. It's quite normal to have want of being close to your partner.
She knew he was still young and bit immature. Only about this things. Maybe he knows but is too shy to take action. But even when she tries to create little moments it gets interrupted or ruined.
Once, they were having movie date at night in her apartment. They were sitting close, comfortably leaning on couch. She heard sound and turned back to look, at the same time he did too. Their eyes locked for some good amount of time and she slowly leaned forward with half lidded eyes when he suddenly- "noona, I think there is someone in kitchen, we should probably check." He went in kitchen to take look while she sat on bed in same position with now eyes open, embarrassed.
Another time when they got stuck in classroom when she went to visit him. Somehow they ended up in pretty good situation to lead to something. Him trapped between her and wall. They were few inches apart when someone abruptly ruined the moment by unlocking the door.
She eventually gave up trying. She would handle her body needs by herself. But she couldn't bring herself to talk to the lad about things in her mind. For her there wasn't the thing in their relationship she craved for. There wasn't spark or butterflies.
Before she could figure things out, he proposed to meet his father. She was baffled. Here she was having second thoughts on things and he was just moving forward without care. Well it's not like they will get married just cause she meets his family but meeting family means taking things serious, right?
Too deep in her own thoughts she failed to notice the immobilized car. Soobin's hand on her shoulder brought her back to earth as she stared at him then glanced outside his window to look at venue. "We are here." He announced with smile and walked out of car. She stared at the mansion in front of her for while until he opened her side of car door. He held her hand, gently and walked inside after passing the keys to staff that was supposed to park the car.
They entered inside the gate hand in hand. Her dark, siren eyes scanned her surrounding, taking notes of details. Everything was ravishing and screamed luxury. There were buffet and drinking section. Bar station was also probably somewhere. Her eyes couldn't meet the other end of wall or whatever there was by the amount of people present there.
Soobin waves his hand and she looks at him then at the direction he was waving. They had formal suits on and were looking far older than him. He looked at her. "Noona, I have to greet them. Do you wanna join?" She plastered smile on her face to look composed and answered him. "No. I'm fine. You can go ahead." He chuckled, knowing she will get bored between them. Nodding, he told her he will be back soon and walked away.
Jungkook stood between other businessmen yet his presence was highlighting. Alot of people were checking him out, especially women's who were there with their partners. He had that strong and powerful aura around him that worked like magnet to get attention.
"My goodness! Look at that man over there. He is so handsome!" A woman whispered to other one as they both checked him out from afar. "He is Jeon Jungkook. He is 34-35 something." The other one whispered making the woman's eyes go wide. "no way! He looks quite young for his age. Atleast in late 20's!" They continue their chats while stealing glances at him. And it wasn't the only pair.
He took sip of his drink while listening to the man in front of him. All business chats had almost his mind go numb but as a part of this so called society and world, he gotta put up. Not that it was hard, he was used to it by now.
His eyes down on his fingers that held the glass. While others attention was on another guy that had started his talks, he took glance around the place. Eyes flickering on unknown faces. Everyone was talking, drinking or walking here and there. In all those figures his eyes halted on particular one.
Unknowingly, his breath got stuck in throat as he eyed her. She was standing alone, looking around at surrounding. He anticipated she might have came just now as she was still standing in a way of gate but enough to not block anyone's path.
Her hairs were open on her back, giving full view of her front. Her black dress perfectly fitting on her frame, not too tight just appropriate. It had low square neckline sitting right above her cleavage but not giving any view. It had thigh high cut, with her slender legs picking out. High heels matched with it.
He stared in her dark orbs, sudden crave filling him to study and get lost in them. Her gaze traveled around until it clashes with his. There was instant spark that penetrate through their bodies. Sudden underline had them frozen.
Her alluring beauty had his heart pulsated, cock harden and blood heated. All those years never have he felt strong emotions for someone, women.
At sixteen once accidentally getting drunk and having one night stand with girl that he doesn't even remember face of. Unplanned part, she got pregnant. His parents payed large amount of money to push her out of frame after giving birth. Not that he or the girl objected. He accepted with whole heart and took responsibility of soobin.
He would get sexual needs any normal man would get. But too busy in life, he never bothered to find his interest in sexual attraction. They almost never existed for him.
His eyes glued on her as he failed to notice the man who was trying to get his attention from past one minute. Tearing his eyes away from her, he looked ahead. Assuring them to be back within them, they shifted their attention back on talk. Once they were convinced, he stole the moment and took glance at the same place but she wasn't there anymore. He frantically moved his orbs, hoping to take sight of her again. Just half minute ago she was there. A silent sigh left his lips as he looked back at others.
She stood beside soobin as he was now introducing his friends. Forcing her mind to push back the earlier incident. What the fuck was that?! Her mind screamed. She gathered herself and focused her mind. Or atleast she tried.
Jungkook now stood in between some french industrialists. They excused themselves and went away. He took last sip of his drink and placed the glass on nearby table. He finally had a lone moment. He walked away, inside, to find washroom.
With help of staff, he walked in said direction. He noticed the passageway bereft of people. Since everyone were outside. He was glad, atleast nobody will bother him. He walked inside the washroom without looking up.
Three strides after walking in before he stopped abruptly. Since his gaze were down, he noticed the silk fabric, definitely doesn't belong to a male. His eyebrows scrunched as he lifted his gaze up following the fabric. His eyes halted on the exposed shoulder and next moment his eyes met her through mirror.
He could sence, she too was frozen on her spot. His lips parted to speak but nothing came out. She broke the eye contact and looked down at her hand. In mean time, he quickly scanned her figure, now from close. His frame was noticably bigger than her. His hand itched to grasp her waist and slam her body against his. His eyes traveled on her body as his cock twitched in his trouser.
"Uhh, excuse me.." he spoke to gain her attention. She looked up again, first in the mirror then slightly turning her head to look back at him. He countinued. "What are you doing here? Isn't it men's washroom?" His deep voice had her clenching her thighs, she wondered if he was doing it on purpose. She blinked before parting her lips to speak. "It's unisex. Uhh, didn't you saw the plate outside?" He briefly took glance at closed door and looked back at her. It's not like he could see the plate outside. "Ohh, I probably didn't notice, my fault." He spoke, staring straight in her eyes. "No worries." She turned away to continue her business. He again took glance at her before entering into one stall.
Once the other figure was out of sight, both took deep breath. She placed her hands on counter, hearing the loud thuds of her heart. She could feel the wetness between her legs. For fuck's sake! You just met the man!
She remembered the earlier moment when he stood behind her. His demeanor was so tempting. She had sudden thought crossing her mind of him bending her on the same counter and have her from behind. Her cheeks heated as she fantasized about this unknown male.
She closed her eyes and licked her lips. She tilted her head up and sighed. Her mind filled with guilt. She was in a relationship. How can she think about another man. Coming back at her senses, she washed her hands.
Hearing the click behind, her gaze momentarily ghosted on his frame before quickly detaching it. Not realising the passing time. He was little surprised to find her still there. Walking near, he stood beside her, washing his hands.
He glanced at her as she applied red wine coloured lip product that he doesn't know about. His lip catched between his teeth as he stared. Ohh, how he wish it was his lips rather than that product. He would smudge it creating pleasing mess. He was being shameless. He knew she could catch him ogling at her and part of him wished she does.
He licked his lips as he dried his hand. He was standing behind her while her gaze was down in her purse. God knows what she was looking for in that. His eyes landed on her dress.
"Excuse me." She looked at him. "Your dress..." He pointed at her after throwing the tissue away in dustbin. She followed his finger to find her zipper at the side of dress was open. She gasped little before quickly placing her palm to cover her skin. The zipper was at the side. She knew he was checking her out, she wondered just how many places have he roamed his eyes around her body.
She hastily tried to close it as embarrassment filled her. Her hands forcefully lifted the zipper but it wouldn't budge. He was still glued on his place even though his business was done.
She saw his figure walking near through mirror. Her hands paused as he now stood beside her, facing her. She didn't met his eyes but she saw his lips curving up, in mirror. Her tongue grazed over her lip. "You are going to rip that.." he whispered. She cursed in mind at him for doing so. He had his hand tucked in his pocket. "Need help?" And again, he spoke in low voice.
He waited. She exhaled, slowly dropping her hands away. She really tried but something was wrong with the zipper and she couldn't have sight of what exactly the problem was.
She heard him sucking a breath in as he lifted his palms. Her zipper was stuck in cloth hence it wasn't going up. "It's stuck in cloth." He informed making her briefly glance at the zipper. Her eyes fell on his finger. Long and thick. She gulped on nothing.
He wetted his lips before speaking. "I'm gonna open the zipper a little." She nodded, her heart beating loud, she wished he wouldn't hear it. He pulled the zipper down a little to free the cloth. He could see the side of her breast. His gaze impulsively moved. He couldn't help the smirk painting on his lips as he saw her perked nipples covered in fabric.
She felt him motionless and glanced at mirror. Her cheeks burned as she saw his gaze stuck on her hard clothed tits. She cleared her throat. He briefly glanced at her face and looked down at his hands. He couldn't help but smile. He closed the zipper painfully slow.
"There." Once done, he stood on his full height. "Thank you." Her small voice reached his ears. She waited for reply or anything but none came. She slightly bowed her head and held her purse. She never took anything out from it.
Before she could turn to door. She saw his forwarded hands. She looked at his face and then back at the palm that was forwarded. Taking it in hers, she immediately noticed how large it were. It almost covered her whole hand but it felt good. "Jungkook." He introduced. She gave slight nod. "It was nice meeting you. Myself-" her words abruptly cutted by her phone that ringed.
She took the phone out, taking back her hand in process. He clicked his tongue at the person interrupting. He watched as she quickly took her phone out. He scanned her reaction as she stared at phone with unreadable expression. He could feel her leaving nervous breath. She bowed her head. "I will take my leave." She quickly spoke and turned on her heels.
He was baffled at first before quickly coming to senses. He walked out to find her almost out of sight. She clicked her heels fast against the floor to walk away. Now guilt filling her completely.
A sigh leaving his lips but nonetheless he smiled again. He could still feel the hardness between his legs. Never have he ever desired for something so strongly. Neither anyone had so much effect on him.
He needed to go back as he was gone for too long. People might start questioning him even though it's none of their business. He made up his mind and walked away. I need to find him!
"Noona.." soobin spoke as soon as he saw her walking towards him. His hand slides in her palm as she stood beside him. "You took quite long time to come back, so I was worried if you needed some help." He informed her. She nodded as she looked around, not being able to meet his eye. She still needed time to calm down. "I was just retouching my makeup." He smiled. "You look beautiful either way, noona." She curved her lips up to form smile. Her mind still hazy with earlier moment with that unknown person.
Soobin introduced her with some of his friend who attended the party too. She thought, once she engaged herself in something her mind would be off from him. But blame her sexual frustration. She couldn't help the memory of his hands, his face, his voice, his everything. Her mind picturing his hands on her, doing wonder. His deep voice penetrating her ears to reach her head, leaving her legs shaking. She felt ashamed for having such vulgar thoughts about someone while standing beside her boyfriend.
Jungkook walked out and looked around for particular someone. A male figure. He walked around bit before eyes catching the suitable figure. He excused himself through people as he walked near.
"Taehyung." He called and the man turned around to hear his name. "Ohh, Jungkook!" His voice amused as he pulled jungkook for brotherly hug. Pulling away, he spoke with smile on his face. "I was looking for you. I didn't see you since the party has started.","I was meeting some business partners. By the way I wanted to ask you something. About someone actually." Jungkook added in immediately. Taehyung was one to arrange this party so he must knew his guest.
Taehyung scrunched his eyebrows lightly. "What?" Before jungkook could reply, he again cutted in. "Ohh, right! Soobin was looking for you. He asked me about you but I didn't knew where you were." Jungkook sighed before speaking. "Okay. I will meet him. About that person-"
"Dad!" This time his own son interrupted him. He couldn't help the sigh leaving his lips. "Ohh, there he is!" Taehyung waved his hands towards soobin. "His girlfriend is pretty." He complimented. "Dad." Soobin again called after coming near. Jungkook who was facing his back to him earlier, turned around.
His frame frozed instantly to see the another figure coming with his son. All the noises around him blurred as his eyes focused on her. And the hand on her waist. He felt as if someone had punched him in guts. Breath knocked out from his lungs as they both stood in front of him. He instantly caught on that she had no idea either. Her eyes held shock in them as she saw the same male figure.
"Hello, sir." Soobin greets Taehyung who smiles at him. "Dad! This is my girlfriend. Y/n." He could hear his heart thudding loud in his ear as his son introduce her as his girlfriend. Soobin faces her. "Noona, meet my father." He smiles at her. Her eyes met with soobin then back at him. She bows her head.
Before she could speak, he pushes his palm ahead for handshake. Drawing in a breath, she takes his hands for now second time. She could feel his tense muscle, his grip pleasingly tight. "Jeon Jungkook." He voiced, again. "Han Y/n." She introduced herself. She felt his emotions through that grip and burning stare on her. There was storm in both of them.
Involuntary, he took his hand back at himself, pushing it in his pocket. Warmth of his hand lingered on her skin for while before it suddenly felt cold.
Soobin and Taehyung talked about they knows what, oblivious about tension between other two. Jungkook had hard time digesting the situation. The women he felt those strong emotions about was his son's girlfriend. He had no idea how to feel about this whole situation. Yet he couldn't keep his eyes away from her.
"How old are you?" He asked. Soobin and Taehyung were too busy between themselves to notice or hear them. She glared up at him. That was quite unexpected question. "Twenty five." She watch him nodding. And they again fell silent.
Taehyung initiated talk with her. Jungkook paid attention as she talked about herself in the question. "You look cute together." Taehyung spoke with smile on his face. Something inside jungkook burned. He glared in her eyes. Soobin thanked him.
"Are you serious? About relationship, I mean." Jungkook asked suddenly. Her breath got stuck to hear him. Even soobin was caught off guard. It didn't came out rough but there was something nobody could point out but noticed.
Soobin answered to him. "Uhh, well, we have been in relationship only for six months. We are going to follow the flow. So I can't really say it's, uhh, serious..." Soobin looked at y/n uneasy. Afraid that she might take it wrong way. Y/n made eye contact with soobin and smiled.
Jungkook's body burned in uncontrollable fire. "Yeah. We will leave it on future to see how it works out." Soobin gave her smile. Her words somehow soothed fire in him that he have no control on. He was happy for his son, really. But the woman with him, he wished it was someone else.
The time rolled as the party continued. Y/n and jungkook would occasionally steal glance at eachother without the other one knowing. Right now they were seated for dining. Jungkook, y/n, soobin, Taehyung and another one of their friend joined, named Jimin.
Soobin sat beside her, while jungkook sat right in front of her. Jungkook could read the feeling of soobin. It was young and fresh. More like attraction or like. It weren't too deep. Even though he didn't wanted to think about it, his mind keep on running, making calculations.
They were halfway through dinner. Surprisingly, jungkook and y/n were already done. They were waiting for others to finish. Y/n took last sip of wine. Waiter walked near her and asked if she wants more. She nodded her head and held her glass as the waiter poured it. Even in this moment jungkook couldn't help but admire her.
Her slender fingers wrapped around that glass. She was looking at the glass, gifting her side profile to his view. Her slightly parted lips, slim jawline, long neck. How much he wanted to slide his tongue over her skin. Drinking her in. He shamelessly lusted after his son's girlfriend.
Y/n gasped as the wine spills on her dress. Someone walked behind waiter and his hand accidentally moved, resulting in this disaster. Everyone on table turned their attention towards the scene, while the waiter continuously apologiesed. She assured the waiter while taking tissue that soobin gave and tried to wipe the wine. Tapping the tissue over her neck and above chest area. "Excuse me, I will use the washroom." Soobin asked if she needed him to come but she declined. He told her to contact her if she needs any help. They watched as she strolled away.
Others engaged in talk. Jungkook eyes were stuck on her seat. He was first to notice as his eyes were already on her. He saw how that wine spills on her neck, trickling down on her skin, traveling between her chest before soaking her dress. Sudden impulsive thoughts taking over him. He excused himself with reason of smoke.
He walked through corridor, looking around to guess where she might have gone. He stopped the women who seemed staff. "Did you by chance saw a woman who had drink spilled on her? In black dress." The woman scrunched her eyebrows at first before understanding. "Ohh, yes. I saw another staff guiding her towards room." He thanked her and asked for direction.
Following the directions, first thing he noticed was how silent and uncrowded the place was. Nobody was nearby. Hearing the bangs of his heart, he walked. He walked close by doors to hear anything. Abruptly stopping in front of 3rd last door as he heard something from inside. Instantly recognising the person.
He stood before the door and sudden thought crashed his mind. What is he suppose to say? Why was he here? He contemplated. Before him knowing he found himself already knocking on the door. Deep sigh left his lips.
"Who is it?" Her voice penetrated through the door. He gulped and spoke "It's me. Jungkook." He stood straight, waiting for any answer but none came. He wondered what she is thinking. He opened his mouth but the door opening stopped him.
She stood behind the door still in drenched cloth. "Uhh, what are you doing here?" She formed sentence, confused at what formalities she should use. "Just checking. Do you need help?" He asked. In the silent corridor his deep voice sending chills down her spine.
She fumbled on her words. At the end she had no idea what to respond. He acknowledged and spoke, not wanting to go back. "Can I come inside?" She stared at him for while before moving back to let him enter.
He walked inside and closed the door. He turned around to find her shifting from one foot to another, nervously. Not able to handle, he raked his gaze over her. The wine slightly glistened on her skin. His lips parted to breath as he wished he could suck on her skin to taste that wine and her.
"Why are you still like this?" He asked walking towards bed, sitting on it. She looked up at him. "Uhh, the dress is ruined so I couldn't come out." She licked her lips. "I was going to call soobin." He heard her low voice and he was glad to come after her. She watched as his eyes scanned her figure. "What's your size?" He asked resulting her to widen her eyes. "Pardon?" She watched him taking out his phone. "You heard me." He spoke looking in her eyes. She took a breath before answering.
She was still standing in front of him, watching. He moved his fingers on his phone screen before placing it against ear. She curiously watched him. The other person seemed to get the call on third ring. He looked in her eyes as he spoke. "Send dresses of the size I have messaged you. In red wine colour. Room number..." She frozed on her place to hear him.
The moment he ended the call, she spoke. "What are you doing?" He smiled and placed his hands on his both side on bed. "You can't go out like this. Don't worry, it will be here soon." She have no idea what to say and she didn't wanted to refuse.
Time seems to slow down as they waited in the closed room. "How did you two met?" He asked. Small 'huh' left her lips to load the question before speaking. "He used to come to my cafe. After one month, he asked me out for coffee date and later confessed." He stared at her once she finished he talk. "You own a cafe?" She nodded. "That's amazing." He complemented.
There was silence after the chat. "Are you serious about your relationship?" He spoke, slow. She draw in a breath and licked her lips. She contemplated on answer and he could sense it. "If you are serious, it should not take second thought right.." he says to her. She sighs. "It's, it's just weird to talk about this to you. I mean you are his father, so..." She left her sentence hanging. "I'm his father. Take it as father worried about his child." She could see something laced on his tone as he spoke quite quickly.
She stroked the back of her neck, nervous. "I-i am, I'm actually having second thoughts." She almost caught his lightened face but he wiped it off in second. "Why?" She felt as if he purposely made his voice deep. "Uhh, I think it's just attraction. There isn't-" she sighs."-there isn't spark. You know what I mean.." her voice lowering at the end.
His heart beats so loud on his chest as if it wanted to break free from the cage and run away. "Did you talk about it? To him I mean." He asks her. She slowly shakes her head. Her cheeks heated. She is talking about something that's quite private for her. That to with her boyfriend's father, the same man she lusted for. "Before I could, he brought up about this party." She says to him. He nods.
He opens his mouth to speak but knock on door cuts him. They both turn their heads at door. Y/n's heartbeat quickens, anticipating worse. "Who is it?" He asks to the person behind the door. "Sir, it's me." The voice answers. Jungkook walks towards the door to open it. Y/n stays on her place.
She examines as they bring cloth rack inside. They stops it at the middle of room and bows to jungkook before leaving the room. She blinks once, twice before looking at him. He had pushed his hands in his pocket while having his gaze on her. "Choose." He says to her and she question's her ears if that sounded commanding. She looks at him for last time before looking at the clothes hanged.
They were all in red wine colour just as he ordered but in different shades and design. She was surprised. She is only going to wear one then why did he bother to ask for so many. She roamed her eyes on all the fabrics.
He walked near her and stood behind her. She feels his presence, her breath shallow. She sees his hand passing and taking hold of one dress. He doesn't utter anything, probably checking the dress.
Her eyes on his hand that had grip on the hanger. She feels his breath on her ear and she almost gave up on her legs. She hears him. "I didn't know what you might like. So I ordered more for you to choose the one of your liking." His whisper had her clenching her thighs. "You didn't have to." She breathed the words, afraid of her voice. He doesn't reply.
She feels him backing away and glance at the mirror aside. She watches as he takes a seat on the bed, eyeing her. For your detail, his legs parted in manspread. She takes quick breath before looking back at the variety of dresses.
She knows his eyes are on her. Striping her. Devouring her. Fucking her. Just with his gaze. It had her emotions mixed. She keeps on jumping between pride and nervousness. She knows the effect she have on him and vice versa. One moment she wants to be bold and tease him and the very next, she wants to drop on her knees for him. It's like he have leash on her, her emotion.
She picks one dress and turns around. They have eye contact but no words are vocalised. She walks inside the bathroom with his gaze following her. He hears the click. He closes his eyes and a breathy groan leaves his lips. "Fuck."
She had changed into the difference garment while ago. The time was passing for her to get ready to face him. She takes deep breath and walks out. He hears the click and instantly turns to look at her. She walks in the middle of room.
His gaze openly, boldly travels on her. He wasn't hiding it. The dress had thin straps tied on her shoulder to hold that fabric on her skin. It had low neckline giving view of her cleavage. The dress hugged her on skin perfectly. The dress had cut on one side but the legs weren't much visible unless she walked.
He drew audible breath. His pants having hard time keeping it's secret. Her cheeks painted in red hue as she notices his reaction. "Good choice." She hears him. The word slipped as if concealing his groan. She walks towards mirror aware of his hungry eyes over her. Unable to have control over his action, he walks and stand behind her.
As if something in her gets free, she speaks. "Thanks for help, Mr Jeon." His eyes lingered on her smile. Smirk grows on his face. "Your most welcome." His voice laced with desire. It felt as if he wanted to add any sweet name at the end to call her.
She bends down to pick the accessories she took off when she came here first. Her eyes met his hands that were in tight fist as if controlling himself. Her gaze momentarily brushes on his crotch and she feels the wetness on her undergarment. She straighten up.
"Is there anything you want, Mr Jeon?" She asks, clasping her earing. He could see the known smile on her face as if mocking. He leaned and whisper. "Why did you ask?" Catching her off guard. "Nothing. You are still here even after helping me. So I was wondering.." he doesn't speak anything in return.
She picks the same lipstick and paints her lips. His tongue pokes his inner cheek. "What can you even give me?" He suddenly says to her. She makes eye contact with him through mirror, hands stopped. She waits for him to explain what he means. It kind of offended her. "You asked me if I want anything." He decreases the distance. "What can you give me?" She baffles at his words.
"You know what I mean- no! I mean-" her words keep breaking. He was standing close to her, on the hair's distance between them. They held the eye contact for good minute as if speaking with their eyes. "What do you mean, Ms. Han?" He whispers. She looks down before slowly turning around. He wasn't backing off until she gave the answer. She understood that.
She faced him but he still didn't back away, not even an inch. She was the one who had to lean on the dressing table behind. She licks her lips, his gaze momentarily brushes on them before looking back up in her eyes. "I thought you wanted something so you were waiting, that's why i asked." She explained, her honey voice low as if telling a secret only meant for them to hear.
Having her so close, on hands distance. He wanted to crumble the wall of self control he had placed on him for whole night. Just slip of hand and he could have her. Her siren eyes piercing into his, her breath clashing against his. Her lips were shut while his parted. One move and he could kiss her and open that pretty mouth with his tongue. He wanted to throw the right or wrong judgement out of window and just take her in his arms.
He closed his eyes and breathed. His hands fell on the dresser on her sides with small thud, caging her. Her chest moved up and down as she took breaths. "What I want? That's right. I do want something........you know what?" He rasped as he looked in her eyes. Close proximity almost had his lips grazed on hers. She wanted to give up on her knees as her legs trembled. She held herself up by placing her hands back on dresser beside his.
She didn't answered. He licked his lips and looked at hers. He will not have her. It's wrong and he knows. But he will confess. Fuck that boundary. He atleast need to word his frustration.
He brought his palm up and held her cheek. His thumb brushed against her lower lip and she parted it. "I want to taste you, kiss you. That pretty mouth of yours. I want to ruin it with mine. I want to fill it with anything of mine. You know what right...?" He chuckled at the end. His voice raw. She audibly gasped for air as she heard him.
His palm slide down on her neck. His touch sending bolts down her spine. She craned her neck up a bit. Her eyes drowsy with lust. "That wine, ohhh! How I wanted to lick that from your skin. Until nothing but my tongue's wetness left on you." He whispers as he breaths her scent. He suddenly holds her neck in chokehold. Her eyes widens at his action. It wasn't too tight just pleasurable.
"I want to bite on that skin and mark it. Suck and savour until I'm satisfied." Her dress strap fell from her one shoulder and half upper side of her chest blessed his eyes. "Ohh, fuck." She heard him groan. His eyes met hers. "I saw that, in the washroom. How your tits were begging for touch. I did that, didn't I?" His voice low, prideful.
His hold stayed on her neck. Now his eyes traveled down. Her leg was peaking through the dress cut. She clenched her thighs to feel his eyes on her lower body. He didn't touch anything but his eyes wrecked her. "You are wet." He sayed more like statement. Her legs shivered. It was as if he could almost smell her arousal.
"Ohh God, you know what?" He inhaled. "I want to bend you over this dresser and fuck the life out of you. I want to hear you scream my name until you remember nothing but me. I want to claim you, satisfy you in a way nobody had ever did. I want to fuck you." He rasped.
They both stood breathing heavily. His hands still have her on chokehold. His dick throbbed hard in his pants as if cursing at him. His gaze on her closed eyes. "Then do it-" her words struck in throat as he plastered his palm on her mouth. She opened her eyes. "Don't." He whispered, almost begging. "Don't say that." He took deep breath before taking his hands away from her, now standing two feet away. She was still leaned on the dresser.
"It's wrong, forbidden. We should not do this. You are still his." His tongue tasted bitter as he spoke. He will not hesitate to have her even if she was with someone else. But it wasn't. She was his own son's. He will not be able to look in soobin's eyes once he loses his control. He steps back slowly before walking out.
Y/n still glued on her spot. He didn't even did anything yet she looked mess. Her breath low and her heart felt as if it had stopped. She couldn't even feel or hear it. She looked down with closed eyes and sigh left her lips. He pushed her on edge just with his words and left. The whole scenario of past hours played in her mind like a memory.
And there was sudden crack. It wasn't audible cause it was from her inside. Guilt crashed down on her, knocking her breath out of her. She was glad jungkook ended things before starting or this guilt would have ate her from inside if things had gone far more than this.
She messaged soobin that she was going home cause of emergency. He asked her if everything was ok, making her feel even more pathetic. She assured him and went back to her home. She couldn't face soobin while having her panties soaked for another man. The man no other than his own father. She thought about jungkook. Atleast she doesn't have to face soobin but him. Jungkook will have to be near him after everything happened. It must be hard for him too.
Damn, that was long! Almost 7000 words😂
I'm not sure if i want to continue this one but if you have any idea or want me to, then do tell me or suggest!
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