|Bitter but nice|

Some people foolishly dig their own graves.

It was puerile of Jimin to fantasize that he could trammel Leona with his futile plan. At last, she was a woman made of pernicious reality and bitter experiences. Life taught her well.

So, here the Casanova was, drowned in liquor, slurring rubbish, forcefully clinging onto Leona because he couldn't walk straight.

"And this bastard said his alcohol tolerance is high," she mumbled when the man again threw his arms around her, almost knocking her beneath his stupid, glorious body.

"Baby cub," Jimin sang, cackling for no reason.

"Fuck you," Leona spat, sliding her arm around his waist as they ceased on the pavement for the cab. It wasn't safe for her to drive, and when she called Ryan, all she was bestowed with was loud moans and groans.

"Don't book the cab," Jimin said blurry words, his hold around her shoulder tightened and he nuzzled his nose in her hair.

"Yeah, let me just book a donkey instead for you, sir." She nudged his face away and breathed out in relief when the cab rolled in front of them.

Jimin chuckled, breathing out heavily on the shell of her ear. "Ride me, I won't charge anything rather than your rude moans."

Leona's hand was about to swat his lips hard but Jimin was quick to grab it. His eyes gleamed with mischieve, and a playful smile tugged on his lips. His charm was dangerous, he behold the power to stir hearts and manipulate minds with just a damn look. 

He kiss her clothed fingers with drunken eyes and a risqué smirk. "Look at that scowl, that pissed-off lioness pout. I wonder how what I might unleash within you. Kitten nails, or claws? Shall we find out today?" Now he pressed his lips in between her palm, firm, not breaking the stare. 

She was on the verge to erupt. The peevishness blended with the temptation to take up his offer sprinted in her blood. Yes, the man affected her in a way she never yearned for. His smokey gaze misting with catastrophe, plump lips fondling with silk, the dark chocolate voice that tingled her bones, his hot coal fingers, everything about Tayson was skyrocketing her nerves and sleeping desires.

Before the situation could slip off her fingers, she shoved him inside the cab like a football and climbed beside him.

Grabbing Jimin's face roughly, she said to the driver. "I will pay you thrice if you forget this man's face. You didn't see him."

The confused driver just bobbed his head in response and commenced to steer.

Leona reclined on the back seat, craning her neck and closing her eyes. She felt Jimin's hot breath amusing on the side of her neck and his cold lips murmuring against her exposed skin.

"You smell so nice. Bitter but nice," he rasped, spilling his steamy whisper to drizzle a shudder down her spine. "I wonder if you tase that good too."

He is hornier when he's drunk "That's a lot of wondering you are doing tonight."

Leona harshly pushed his head away and his skull was about to bang on the window, but she nimbly fisted his shirt, yanking him back to her.

Jimin groaned, smoothly burying his face in the crook of her neck, his arms locked around her waist and he practically hugged her.

"Just so you know, I am not drunk. Okay, maybe a little I am out of it. But I am aware of my hands holding you. I am sober enough to hear your heart pounding," he whispered against her skin. The huskiness of his voice reverberated in her bones. His hot breaths seared like hot coals spattering over her pearly skin. 

Open-mouthed, Leona kept her hands aloof from his body. She hadn't been in this proximity with any damn human on this planet. Something erupted in her stomach as the man snuggled into her more as if she was his cuddling soft toy.

Is this what they call butterflies?

Her heart was battering and mashing when Jimin brushed his lips against her cold skin. His soft hair tickled her chin and he slightly pulled away, looking up at her. She peered down at him, grasping how freaking close they were. 

"When did you get this tattoo?" he asked, extremely lowly as if he was telling her the coca cola's secret recipe.

"Four years ago," she grimly replied, hoping he would just pass out.

"And the one you have on your shoulder? What is that?" He purred. She was slightly distracted by his thumb drawing lazy circles at her lower back, the hazing heat of shamelessly engulfing her. Leona glimpsed at the driver who was pretending to be a hallucination then again looked down at the man wrapped around her like a python. His drunken eyes were twinkling with curiosity.

"It's some flower. I got it a year ago."

Jimin hummed, again stuffing his face back in her neck, making her shudder. It felt good. Good to be held by him, no matter how much she denied it.

"I wanted to get a tattoo, but when I mentioned it, my mom smacked my butt," he told her, his voice was a little muffled as he was speaking against her skin but she could make out his words.

"But you got that nipple piercing." She pointed, cheeks flushing at the thoughts of how she could roll her tongue over his nip-

Leona! Sober up! Don't drown in your lust.

Jimin smiled, sniffing in her savage scent. "You liked it? Then I will let you suck it, you can even bit-"

"Shut the hell up, Jimin! Horny piece of shit." Rosedust crawled over her neck.

"Hey, just because my sex drive is high doesn't mean you can insult me. My parents are the same, they are grossly in love and can't keep their hands off each other. Shit, numerous times I walked on them ha- ew. Forget it. That was gross."

"I feel bad for them, you must be the result of a broken condom," she said, taking off her gloves and stretching her fingers.

Leona struggled to contemplate whether he was drunk and that led him to babble about his family. Even Jungkook was drunk to the point until he passed out and a mystery woman collected his drunken ass. What surprised Leona was that the mystery woman was some murderer whose face she saw on the news channel. As much as she knew, Jungkook was the head detective of the violent crime department and he was practically climbing on the woman when he saw her.

"You indeed have interesting people in your life," she stated.

He smiled. "Yes. Wait till you meet my niece. She loves your art more than caramel chocolates. She will die in happiness if I tell her I found Ebony."

 "How old is your niece to understand my art?"

Jimin's grip tightens around her, and Leona felt the walls crumbling. She was having a normal conversation with Jimin. Again. They should keep the lines between them crystal. He shouldn't be snuggling in her arms like she was his home, nor she should feel fuzzy by his serene touch. What's wrong with her?

"She's eight, soon will be nine. When I told you that your art can't be understood but felt, I mean it," he shifted his head for a better position, caressing his nose in against her soft skin. Blood began rushing in her veins and the air around them swelled.

He licked his chapped lips, speaking, "I got the piercing when I was in Italy for my master's degree in business management and designing. When I came back my mom chased me out of the house with a slipper in her hand. The whole neighborhood witnessed me getting beaten up. She was so pissed that I had to hold my ears and stand outside the door for freaking two hours, yet she didn't let me in the house."

A tiny small smile graced her lips as she found herself being pulled into his story. "So, what did you do?"

His purple laughter pulsated from his chest. "I blackmailed her saying if she didn't talk to me then I will tell dad that she recently met her high school crush and went on a friendly coffee with him."

"You are bad."

"I know, baby," he chuckled, calling her with endearment as if it was the most natural thing to do. "Then she let me into the house and cried for hours saying how she missed me. I melted in her arms and cried too, also foolishly blurted the stupid deeds I did in Italy. Gosh, she got me there! She faked the sobbing session to get everything out of my system and blackmailed me back saying that she will tell dad about the hookups, parties, and detentions."

Leona laughed, it was a throaty sound like a mermaid whose tail was ripped off. "She sounds...cute. Your family sounds nice."

So nice that I am jealous of you. She flitted her gaze out of the glassy view.  The thick veil of silence garnished their souls as Jimin's placid breaths continued to seep into her cells.

Abruptly she felt his warm hand seizing hers and she flinched, wide eyes looking down at Jimin, who stared at her hand.

"Your hands are so beautiful, why hide them? Hmm?" he asked in a buttery whisper, heaving his head to clash their eyes. His satiny thumb rubbed on the back of her hand, oh so devastatingly gently, he searched for the response in the abyss of her ocean.

His sleek hair was now salaciously cascading down his forehead reaching his defined eyebrows, and plump lips; pale pink and wet as he darted his tongue out, running over it. 

Look, he's wrapping you in his silk words. Getting you to spill your secrets, abiding you with his silly stories, making your soul stir with his gaze. He is like him. The man who broke you into splinters of dust. Get. Away. From. Him. Now.

Fury sprinting in her veins, eyes blazing with wildfire, Leona roughly plucked her hand back from his grasp just as the cab came to a halt. She pushed Jimin away, grabbing his wallet and taking out all the cash.

She extended the cash to the driver who stared at her as if he was witnessing the bloody mary. "Take it, he's filthy rich and now sober enough to tell you his address. If he didn't tell you, then you can dump him anywhere you wish."

She blasted the door open and climbed off, not even glancing at Jimin and heading straight to her house. Her hefty steps crashed on the concrete of her driveway as she precisely galloped.

"Leona!"

Jimin's hoarse voice boomed behind her but she didn't care to stop. She wanted to get away from him, way from everything. She needed her sleeping pills to numb the burning flames inside her, which were withering away from her sanity.

"Stop, goddammit!" He screamed again. Voice more powerful than before.

Aggressively punching in the password, she stepped inside her apartment. Jimin burst through the door right in, before she could get a chance to shut it on his face.

"Leona," he buzzed.

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