|Pain, lust and confusion|

The only derivation of glimmer was the half-disc hanging in the foggy sheet along with the little fireballs engraved in. It was grey. The house was like a frozen midnight sky, lacking all the warmth. The radiance slithered through the tumblers greedily drizzling on the creamy tiles and the two restless souls.

She was merely two feet away, seething, suppressing, scowling at him. Jimin had no clue what he did.

Did I go overboard? I shouldn't have touched her. She was just so cold, I simply wanted to hug her. It's alcohol. Alcohol that's fucking my mind.

Everything was going well, she was tranquil, though cranky yet she glowed in his arms. Damn, how in the world he was going to take that smile out of his head. It was as if those dimples were stamped in his senses.

"Jimin, get out. I mean it," she presided over.

Jimin trudged towards her, but she was brisk to roll away as if she was afraid. Frightened of him.

"What's wrong?" His throaty voice was barely recognizable.

"You. Now, get out," she snarled, more desperately, and weaved around her heels, sauntering to the stairs.

Jimin captured her wrist, firmly pulling her back and slamming on the wall across the large gothic window. A low gasp trickled in his bones, uncannily thumping his heart.

"I fucking made it clear to you that never walk away from me."

He clasped his body against her, imprisoning her between his hands, rendering her glaciate by one slaying look of his stormy eyes. His eyes were drunken, deadly valleys misting in confusion as they locked with hers.

Suddenly everything was quite like the never-ending depth of a serene ocean.

The breathless breaths evading from their mouth collided with a dominant force, entangling them in the avalanche of emotions. Jimin was losing his essence in the wild, venomous green. A part of him was screaming, Jimin walk away.

But those damn eyes! She bewitched him.

"Screw it, Leona! You are messing me up," he rasped, seizing a deep breath but immediately regretting it when her bitter scent melding with vanilla invaded his mind. "Since the day you walked in that damn washroom, my mind had been devoted to you. You didn't spare space for another thought to bridge. What are you? Who are you? Why are you all about black? Why these eyes are so freaking cold and deserted?"

He was out of it. All those queries and thoughts swarmed over his face, naked to her.

The moonlight kissed her flushed face, highlighting her crazily glassy skin, rosy lips, and the saffron meadow of her cheeks that deepened, but he couldn't comprehend if it was due to her madness or his closeness.

Either way, she looked ethereal.

Not some fierce woman with a fervid mouth that he wanted to taste, but a delicate grace, a lovely goddess who was coveting someone to hold her. The eyes he was staring in were the same that held him spell bounded once. But they soon evolved into dangerous glints, that made him shudder.

"You know what? Let's get over with it," she spoke, expressionless.

His eyebrows furrowed as he couldn't contemplate what she meant but then wind get knocked off his lungs when she slowly set to unbuttoning his shirt, still striking gazing into his eyes. He could glimpse the glistening anguish, the shattered soul, the broken soul that Leona was.

His arms felt weak and he balled his fist against the wall while she proceeded to unbind the fourth button, reaching for the fifth.

"What the hell has gotten in you?" he asked, voice extensively drenched in need and flares of desire. The pulse in his neck zealously clapped as Jimin battled to withhold from attacking his lips on her.

"Isn't this what you want? That's why you are following me around, aren't you? Throwing your disgusting lines, saying all those sickening sweet stuff, giving me this fucking look. You don't have to get so worked up. I will just give it to you." She quit unbuttoning and hooked the silk fabric of his shirt, yanking him close and smashing their bodies.

"After that leave me the fuck alone," her dead voice was like a thorn stabbed in his heart. "Don't go looking around for scraps of information. Don't get curious about me. Don't lust after what I have buried a long time ago."

Leona's fingers shadowed down from the hot skin of his collar bones to down his unsteady chest and she nearly shredded this shirt open.

Sparks simmered him, deeply swallowing his body, reaping short breaths from his lips. Jimin clamped his jaw, watching her silently expressing her anger? Hatred? What was she feeling? What was going on in her head? Why couldn't he understand this woman?

He was tempted, beguiled, frustrated, angry.

Her slender fingers were painfully tracing his chest as she jerked him closer by grabbing his collar. The heat, the passion, the need twitched his cock to just rip every fabric of her body and pound into her mercilessly until she forgets to walk, to smash his mouth and devour her coal-like lips, to trace every curve and ravish her lasciviously.

She was giving herself. He could take her, wreck her, then toss her away like he usually did and just get over with it.

But what was stopping him?

Sweat broke down his temples as their bodies stayed connected. Her lips were hot, rosy, sassy that he yearned to taste, ever so slightly brushed against his and he could swear the mere contact jolted every nerve in his body, unleashing a beast within him. The electric wave stuck his brain and Jimin like a bat out of hell turned his head away, making her graze her oh so velvety lips on his cheek. She didn't stop and trailed down his jaw. Just dusting the power she amassed. Her mouth ceased at the wavering Adam's apple, and she placed a firm kiss right at the middle of his throat. He groaned when he felt himself losing control torturously.

Leona tugged his jaw in a hard grip and compelled him to look at her. Then, she smiled. That spine-chilling ghostly smile. "You are so fucked up, Park Jimin."

The pad of her thumb gently stroked his cheek. Jimin's chest rise and fall rapidly against her flushed breast that was grinding over the smooth skin of her chest.

"Your body belongs to half of the women in Seoul, your heart belongs to someone else whereas your eyes and mind are committed to me." She let out a wintry chuckle, clearly mocking him.

"My heart doesn't belong to anyone," he roared, gritting his molars.

Leona laughed; a crack laugh that pissed him more. He clenched his hands uproariously that his knuckles were close to spurting open.

"If she calls you now, you will abandon every fucking thing down your feet and run to her like the despicable man you are, am I wrong, honey?"

Jimin's stillness was her answer.

"See, I was right af-"

That's it.

Jimin's veiny hand snaked around her waist while the other dwelled on the wall, he plucked her body vehemently against his, ragged crashing her lower body with his hardness. A loud gasp followed by her lewd moan was all compelling him to recklessly slough the final straw of self-control he was grasping.

"You want me to fuck you like the I fuck those women? Those women who get on their knees so I could fuck the daylights out of them. Do you think I am following you around, trying to talk to you because I want you to spread your legs for me like some brazen whore? Do you want to be like them? Fine, then let's just get over it," he croaked, taking her ear shell between his teeth and sucking on it.

Closing his eyes, he trailed wet kisses down her jaw, heeding to her panting and feeling her nails digging in his shoulders. He halted his lips on her thumping pulse and sensually ran his tongue over her satin skin. Her nails dug harder, and he was sure they were going to leave the marks. Jimin sucked the skin underneath her ear, hard enough to make her hitch her breath, almost making her stand on her tiptoes.

"Jimin," Leona hissed, writhing in his arms. He held her against him tighter, not leaving any space, and sneered his teeth in her beautiful bone. She whimpered, shivering, but it didn't stop him from searing kisses.

"Tell me, you want this? Want me to pound in you and treat you like trash? If you do then I will do it with pleasure, Leona," he growled and stared at her ruddy face, trying to ease himself down, but he was pissed.

Pissed that she thought of him as a man who was just after her body. Yes, he wanted her. But not in the way she lay it out. If she was ever to be on his bed, then he would be gentle...rough enough for her to enjoy the sinful moments, but still gentle. He would look in her eyes while her breathless gasps would drum against his ears. He would caress her cheek, kiss her grumpy lips, then hold her in his arms, playing with her long nails as they chat about paints. In the morning he would again make her scream his name, let her relish and smile, then gather her in his arms for a shower. He would treat her like a goddess deserved to be treated. A casual hookup with her wouldn't satisfy him.

Why wouldn't she get it?

Why does she think herself so low? Why does she think that she's only worth sex?

His lips leave feverish kisses on her cleavage, feeling his blood searing. With the steamy and hot ambiance around them, he knew he would lose it. He switched her in his arms so she could stand that throbbing part of him.

"No, don't." A sheer breath brushed past his ear and there Jimin ceased.

His vicious eyes flung to meet her only to witness the gems enriching her impossibly ling inky eyelashes. A cloak of glossy marbled welled in her wild eyes, sapphire waves whirling twinge.

She is crying?

Her lower lip quivered, and the ruddy glow adored her face as she shook like a dry leaf in harsh winter, breathing heavily. Her fragile hand clutched shirt is so tight as if her life was dependent on the flimsy cloth.

"Leona," he said, voice soft and coaxing to look at him. His grip around her waist ultimately slacken, his eyes docked on her wrist which he had gratingly pinned on the wall.

Something inside him broke and the man was desolated like a canvas until he finally realized what he saw.

"What the fuck?" he clamored drawing her wrist close to examine it. "Is this why you wear those freaking gloves?"

"None of your fucking business. Get out!" Leona shoved him hard, tough ample to make him stumble back.

She sought to escape but Jimin clutched her wrist, but unlike before, his clasp was fragile because he was terrified to hurt her.

"Leo-oww!"

She kicked his leg which gifted her a chance to scoot away from him.

"Damn!" he reviled, bouncing on one leg as her silhouette faded from his sight in the twilight.

Jimin drove his fingers through his sweaty hair, hushing himself down but the spectacle of her eyes crammed with pain kept flickering. His chest uneasily heaved, dissolving him, dabbling with his sane mind.

At least he concluded that Leona was a hell of a crazy woman. Those nine lethal cuts on her wrist were evidence of that.

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