|A pure sin|

"Where's she?!" Ryan yelled right when he burst into the office. At the intensity of his voice, Chul was startled to death but redeemed his acts posthaste when he glimpsed the panicking man.

"With Jimin," Chul replied, carrying the stacks of files to the desk.

"W-what? Where's Jimin?"

"Out, in the club, maybe."

Ryan let out a laugh. "You are saying, Leona, the eerie queen, my Leona! Is. out. in. Club?! That too with your Casanova boss who wants to get in her pants, an-"

"Stop fucking yelling!" Chul roared, glowering at the amused Ryan. He irked, and kneaded his temples, not discerning the reason behind his annoyance.

"You seem sexually frustrated," Ryan remarked, plunking on the couch and beaming at Chul. 

Chul glanced at him and suddenly, he felt supraliminal. Vigilant of his appearance. 

Ryan was undeniably an enamoring guy with the looks of the gem. Jet hair styled back, elvish dark eyes, a desirable body swathed in a suit, and an expression of hunger, care, and affection whenever he looked at him.

It made him feel things, which he wasn't ready to embrace.

"Is your girlfriend not giving you any?" Ryan asked, licking his thin lips that Chul so wanted to taste.

Maybe Jimin was right, he thought.

Feeling the fragments of broken confidence icing his heart, Chul cleared his throat and stared back at Ryan. "I need your help."

Ryan arched his brows, a chivalrous smile glittering on his face. "Yes, kitten?"

Resisting the butterflies wrestling in his stomach, Chul drew a deep breath, taking a step closer to the hot man. "Kiss me."

Ryan's teasing grin flattered and his dark eyes bewildered eyeing the nervous male in front of him. "Is the plastic scale melting already?"

Chul huffed, ears edging fuchsia. "Forget it."

Ryan quickly strutted with a slinky smirk that buckled Chul's knees. He stood frozen as the bold man approached him, his gaze was unwavering as if he was his prey.

And he was. 

Ryan proved it by grabbing the shy man by the smooth fabric of his coat, flushing their bodies rough. Chul swallowed the gasp rising in his dry mouth when the hot finger traced his jaw. 

"I jus-just, was-wanttoconfirmmysexuality!" he spilled, closing his eyes shut.

Ryan's hot breath pierced his chapped lips and his ears crammed with a warm chuckle. "You are lucky that I find you cute and that's the only reason I am letting you use me as your rat in a lab, Wes."

Chul nervously fiddled with his blazer. He had always been the nervous guy, especially around women. But now, with having Ryan this close, a part of him wanted to be skyrocketed to the moon and plunge himself beneath the several layers underground and a part of him wanted to feel Ryan's lips on his. He wanted to devour them, taste them, maybe bite too.

Ryan slid his palm around the nape of his neck, his long eyelashes fluttering as he charmed him with a smile.

"Relax." His eyes fell on the blushing man's lips. "May I?" 

Chul blinked feeling all fuzzy and mushy. "Wa-wait. You don't have to! Now when I think about it, it doesn't seem right. I don't wanna use you and you don't have to do it. I mean, I want you to kiss me, but I don't want you to feel forced to do it. And yes, I am blabbering right now. So either let me run away or shut me up an-"

He was driven back by the force of the warm lips crashing on his. Ryan chose to shut him up.

Chul was so stunned and in abysmal hysteria, that for the first ten seconds he didn't even stir a muscle until Ryan pinched the nape of his neck and pulled him deeper into the kiss, skillfully nibbling on his lower lip.

It felt different. In a good way. His insides were bursting in excitement as he finally began to kiss back, molding his lips against his. Hard and rough. His lips parted, welcoming Ryan's warm tongue to caress his. Before he knew it, he was fighting for dominance. Wes fisted the coat clinging to Ryan's shoulder and just let himself immersed in the intimacy.

But Ryan pulled back and licked his lip with a dazzling smile, staring at the breathless and fogged man. "You liked it?"

Chul's mind was infinitely scattered that he couldn't even speak. He loved it. He wanted more. He never felt so deviously turned on by the touch of any being.

"I-I think, my girlfriend kisses me better," he lied, cause still, he couldn't accept it.

Why is it so hard?

Ryan's face stiffened at the revelation and he nodded, and slowly pulled away. Chul regretted the words that abandoned his mouth causing a bright flicker in his eyes to dim.

"Sir, you need to eat some shit," Ryan spat, rolling his eyes and smoothening his crumbled coat. He left the office without sparing another glance at the tangled man. 

"You know what?" Chul murmured. "Fuck it!" 

He chased behind Ryan.

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The only way to know about Leona was Leona herself, so Jimin came up with a mind-blowing agenda— to get her drunk.

She will spill the tea, right?

It may not work, but he could bid. In the past few days, he couldn't get even a morsel of ammo about the dark Rapunzel which had him strangulated in a brine of curiousness and threat.

Yep, he had fallen prey to his curiosity.

"We are here," he announced.

"I am not going in the herd of wild assholes," she grumbled as soon as the car was stalled in front of the lavish club. "Drop me back at the office."

Jimin rolled his eyes. "They are just drunk humans who are here to chill, like us."

"I don't like the crowd," she said, stepping ou the car when he held the door open for her. "Especially drunk crowd."

His plump lips united with a frolicsome smile, and he sleekly snaked his arm around her arciform waist, pulling her into his chest. "I booked us a private spot."

Leona pushed him away with a sour look fluttering over her face. "I booked a grave for you."

Turning deaf to the comment, Jimin led her to the aureate stairs leading up to the second floor of the club where his friends were waiting. While climbing up the steps he couldn't help but notice the way her ass was swaying in the tight Bodycon. 

Bodycon dress and Leona— a pure sin.

He was positive that no vindicate could deny his allurement towards Leona. May his mind was screaming no, his body was demanding something else. She was a poisonous fruit he at least once wanted to taste.

Don't want her on my bed? Hell Jimin, who are you kidding, man.

I need to touch some grass, he thought when the syncope buzz of music stuffed his ears.

The spice of alcohol fizzled in the dimly effulgent club. Jimin again slid his hand around her waist and Leona didn't push him away, since she knew that she wouldn't get inside without him.

As soon as they were in, she shoved him away with a hair flip. 

"Iceberg." Jimin darted his eyes over to the spot where he usually hangs out. The club was owned by one of his friends so he didn't have any issues, but sure he was worried if someone tracked him and if someone recognized Leona.

As he expected, two bewitching males were settled on their spot, probably arguing about pizza and pineapple. At the sight of Jimin, one of them jumped on his feet, tackling him in a hug.

"Jungkook, man, it's been forever." Jimin broke the hug, beaming like he found his world.

"I am not the one who's busy banging chicks," Jungkook stated with a cheeky grin as his eyes shifted over to Leona, who didn't hide her curiosity. She allowed her eyes to shamelessly check the man out.

He was a unique blend of innocent milk and wild whiskey. Dark Bambi eyes, hooding with long eyelashes, and an exquisite mouth with a drunken smile. Black hair was messily tousled as he slanted his head, staring back at her. 

"Hey there," Jungkook shot her a wink, to which she deadpanned and grumpily perched down across the other enchanting man. He smirked at her, raising the glass of golden drink.

Leona rolled her eyes, glancing at Jimin. "I would have rather watched Greys's Anatomy."

"Finally someone with a good taste in entertainment. I like you already, my lady," the drop-dead stunner, the natural tempter, smirked at her. 

"Taehyung," a low growl from Jimin was like a death warning ringing in the air, which just provoked his friend to smile more.

"Jesus, calm down. His soul is owned by our queen, Dalia. He wouldn't dare to." Jungkook rolled his eyes, settling beside Taehyung.

Taehyung sneered. "Don't mention her again. She is nothing but a woman whose attitude I wanna fuck it out of her system."

"Careful there buddy,  she's my sister," Jimin cautioned, tone sharper than the dagger. 

"Cousin, Jimin. She is your cousin." Taehyung amended him.

"Same thing." For a moment, Leona thought that both the men were about to punch the crap out of each other, but Jimin just sighed, shaking his head.

An unexpected interest sparked in her veins to know more about their conversation. Leona wasn't the one to gossip. The whole world would burn for all the care, but maybe it was the name Dalia that hauled her curiosity.

A steamy breath drizzled over the shell of her ear and a shudder scampered down the length of her spine. Jimin was settling close, incredibly close.

"Meet my friends, cub," his arm hanging behind her on the head of the plush leather couch.

"I am Jeon Jungkook," Jungkook said with a polite grin but chivalrous glints in his eyes. "I guess, Jimin found someone to grab his balls and reel him in. Finally, his dick can rest in peace."

"Worldwide man whore you are, I see," she commented, looking at Jimin who shrugged. 

She turned and glimpse at Taehyung, recalling seeing his face flashing on the news channel. He had amassed all those athletic looks and charm. Dark wavy hair, sensually tumbling over his forehead, exquisite marine eyes with thunders of grey, and the body of a sports player, that he was. His eyes were somewhat similar to Jimin's, but compared to his, Taehyung's eyes were freezing cold. They were dark enough to engulf you and intense enough to burn you.

Taehyung caught her eyes, then his gaze landed on the tattoo chiseled on her neck. A phantom smile dusted on his lips, and he pulled his t-shirt a bit lower on his shoulder, revealing a flaming tattoo. "Glad to know you don't give a shit about society and their crap about a woman-can't-slay-in-tats."

Jimin saw Leona's eyes lit up, and she shuffled closer to get a better look. "This is cool, the design I mean."

"Jimin designed it for this fucker," Jungkook replied with a sigh. "Unfortunately, I can't get one as I am a police officer."

Leona turned to Jimin. "You design tats?"

The man hummed, seizing a massive sip of his drink and loosening his tie. His hazy eyes trailed over her body and a suggestive smile graced his lips. "I can design one for you. But I will charge you a lot more than money." 

"Or you can just come to me, I will do it for free," Taehyung winked, and added, "Kim Taehyung." 

Blatantly ignoring his introduction, Leona arched her brows. "Since when did footballers design tats?" 

"Since you mentioned you wanna get one," Taehyung leisurely raised the drink to his lips.

"Well, I was expecting a better pick-up line," Leona played along and Jimin cleared his throat, probably warning her to stop flirting.

Taehyung spread his muscled thighs, leaning forward as if he was sharing a coveted secret. "I am not good with words, but good in bed. I can assure you my skills are extravagant."

Jungkook clicked his tongue, already appearing drunk. "Back off, we all know that I exceed you both in bed."

"Don't be whores, or I am taking her away. She's here to relax not to witness you two manwhoring," Jimin cracked, eyeing his two best friends.

"Says the biggest womanizer right here," Leona uttered with a cube of ice corked in her mouth.

"You sound jealous, baby. Just say the words and my desires will be devoted to you," Jimin glanced at her then kept away the ice cubes. She ate five cubes just in a minute or two. "Also, don't eat them. You will fall sick."

"So, who's this gorgeous, Jimin?" Taehyung asked.

"Someone who you shouldn't flirt with, Taehyung," Jimin retorted, taking off his blazer and unconsciously draping it over Leona's legs, then his large hand rested on her thigh.

Strangely, it was comforting.

"Don't worry, she exactly isn't my type." Taehyung shrugged.

"Great. I would have been deeply offended if I was your type." Leona shrugged back, dramatically rolling her eyes.

Jimin grinned, for some ridiculous reason feeling proud of her retort.

"Did I tell you guys? I witness my father cheating," Jungkook stated, and a dead silence spread across them. The loud music seemed to be frozen and even Leona was flabbergasted for a wink.

Then Jungkook snickered, keeping his head on Taehyung's shoulder. "Chille, I realized it was a dream."

"Son of bitch!" 

"-otherfucker!"

Taehyung nudged away Jungkook who was attempting to climb in his lap.

Jimin caught a glimpse of a smile on Leona's face but it quickly disappeared when he looked at her.

At least, she's not uncomfortable, he thought.

Taehyung strutted, nodding at Jimin. "I will be around. My teammates are here and Jimin?"

Jimin arched his eyebrows. "What?"

"While chasing coal, don't give up the diamond," saying that, he left not before winking at Leona who flipped him off. 

Leona didn't hear him or feigned that she didn't, but Jimin did, very loud and clear. He just didn't know how to explain that he wasn't chasing Chohee.

"So, how's it going Jungkook?" Jimin asked, leaning on the loveseat, casually placing his arm around her waist.

"I will rip that limp off of you, Park," Leona grumbled.

"Loosen up a bit. If I kept my hand around you, none of the bastards will approach you. Win-win for us."

Leona rolled her eyes and went back to swiping the pictures on her phone, knowing well that he shifted closer. Jimin immersed himself in chatter with drunk Jungkook, who surprisingly was good at making conversation with Leona. 

The young man even managed to make her smile as he revealed to her the pictures of their school days. He shared the stories about Jimin's making out with his chem teacher, Taehyung's bizarre entry into their group, and Dalia's fights with Taehyung. She figured there was a deep history between Dalia and Taehyung that none of the guys were ready to bring up.

"Who's Dalia?" She asked, giving in to her curiosity. 

"My cousin." Jimin retorted. "She is in London though."

Leona blinked, frowning deeply. "Park Dalia is your cousin?"

Jimin straightens up, nodding. "Why? You know her?"

"That kid lives right beside me. She is the worst neighbor." 

Jimin's eyes widened and he cracked a smile. "See? Now it's safe to say that we were meant to be."

A low whistle interrupted them as Jungkook excused himself, finally giving Jimin a chance to make her talk.

But when he saw the soft glow on her stunning features, the man forgot why he was here. He just stared at her. It was the first time she seemed like a serene ocean rather than a destructive fire, and god, words couldn't describe how delighted Jimin was to just witness her relaxing.

What was wrong with him? Why was he feeling proud to make her smile?

It's time to execute my plan, he thought.

"Leona," he called out.

"Hmm?"

"Tell me, what's your story?" he confidently asked, making sure to look dead in her eyes.

Leona arched her eyebrows, slowly sipping on the spicy wine. "Not similar to yours where you pathetically wait for someone who would never come, who's already claimed by someone else."

Jimin clenched his jaw, momentarily shirking she was Leona whom he was dealing with. Her tongue wore a crown of brutal bitterness and satire.

But no matter what, he wanted the answers he was seeking.

 "So it is something shameful? Where do you go running around hiding your face, hiding behind a fake name, behind this veil of black? Is it that shameful and low that it made you fly all over to the other side of the world?" he smirked when the anger swirled in her eyes, flecks of a hurt swarm in them. Jimin leaned closer, crashing his hot breaths with her. "Now, it's crystal who's pathetic, isn't it?"

Leona gulped the lump rising in her throat and forced herself to suck in a deep breath.

"Here," he extended a glass of scotch towards her.

Leona glossed her lower lip, eyes snapping to the drink and then back to the eyes of ashes. She gently nudged his offer away.

Jimin let out a mocking chuckle. "Afraid, cub?"

She grabbed the bottle instead, seizing an immense gulp. "Bring it on, fucker."

Well, it's gonna be fun, Leona.

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