Seokjin

No matter how many times I see her, she always manages to take my breath away.

Damn.

Those long legs wrapped in a thin skirt, that pristine white blouse, the total opposite of her voracious dirty mind-she looked real and fucking beautiful, strutting confidently inside the room like the boss she was.

I couldn't help but rove my eyes over her, absentmindedly licking my lips in the process.

She really knew how to awaken the lustful beast inside me. I swear if her father wasn't there with us, I would've grabbed her the moment she entered the office and fucked her beyond sense right by that same door she walked in.

That's what she does to me.

Fucking little vixen.

I smoked the last remaining cigarette and crushed it between my fingers.

"So how was it?" Hoseok said.

We were in my office now.

I called him here after having the talk with Bae Pilsoo a few hours ago.

I chuckled at the memory. The old man was furious when I disclosed his daughter's scandalous actions to him.

"What are you talking about?" He was seething in controlled rage but his eyes were giving away his ire.

"You heard right, Sir. It is Bae Joohyun I wish to marry, not Areum. After all, it's the only moral thing to do." I said.

"Don't go on rattling morals to me, Seokjin. I know what morals you must have imbibed from your elders. It is no secret that you had a father who was far from anything closely associated to morals, like you speak."

I clenched my jaw.

That fucking old man. Who? Dont ask me.

"You're right," I said and leaned back on the chair. "Who I've slept with is none of your business or your daughters'. I don't find Bae Areum to be of any benefit to me. She is just a puppet in your hands."

"Seokjin!"

"She is quite valuable to you and I'm sure you will find someone more liable and worthy in terms of price than me. I have no interest in her. On the other hand, Bae Joohyun, your youngest daughter.." I paused and looked him straight in the eye. "..is far more beneficial to me. And don't forget, I already had a taste of her."

Bae suddenly stood up and slammed his hands on the desk.

"Enough!"

I chuckled. "What's wrong, Bae? She isn't even your real daughter."

When I said that, Bae Pilsoo turned white as chalk. Horror replaced his features and he stared at me as if he had seen a fucking ghost. He totally didn't expect this.

The sight in front of me was laughable and quite delightful.

He was on the verge of tears and his shoulders were shaking.

His eyes were mirroring the range of emotions he was feeling then-shame, embarrassment, guilt, anger, helplessness and sorrow.

"H-how do y-?"

He couldn't continue. "You mean to say how do I know?"

He looked at me with his pathetic eyes. He didn't say anything.

"My mother. She was friends with Park Eunsoo."

Hearing the name Park Eunsoo made him stumble in his stead and he sat down on his chair, devastated and shocked.

"She came to my mother when I was 6. She was holding a baby with her, a newborn. I remember that day so clearly."

The man's eyes were fucking tearing up. Whoever this Eunsoo was, she really messed him up good.

"She was a beautiful baby. My mother wouldn't stop gushing over her. They thought I was too young, that I couldn't understand what they were saying. She told my mother about you, about the child's parentage, the circumstances she was born in. I didn't understand it then but I found out when I grew up enough. To be honest, I didn't give that incident that much of a thought. Years later, when I met Bae Joohyun, I didn't know it was her. It was pure coincidence we kept bumping into each other. At events, parties and all that sort. One thing led to another and the result is in front of you."

Bae Pilsoo wasn't looking at me. He had his sights somewhere on his desk, completely disoriented and confused.

"What do you want?" His voice turned feeble. The fact that he wanted to hit me wasn't lost to me.

"Simple. Call Joohyun now. Tell her of my proposal and be on my side. I know how badly you want her out of your sight."

"Very well."

"It was perfect. I'm having a dinner date with my future in-laws." I chuckled.

"No way." Hoseok sat opposite me and leaned forward expectantly.

I looked at him and smirked.

"Fucking bastard." He laughed and leaned back on his chair.

"I know that, fucker."

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After giving off my car keys to the valet, I strode into the Bae household. The gate opened automatically and I walked in, my boots clacking on the concrete pathway leading to the huge mansion in front of me.

The cobblestones and brick exteriors gave off a vintage look to the house. I rang the bell and the door was opened by an old, sophisticated butler.

Old money.

"Kim Seokjin." I said casually.

"Yes, indeed. Master has been expecting you. Please come in." Saying that, he fully opened the door and stood aside.

I entered the palatial house and my boots echoed inside the vast space. The floor was marble and granite in equal parts so it made my footsteps sound more prominent. There were two huge chandeliers hanging by the hallway and the walls were decorated with abstract paintings on canvases.

Taehyung would love this.

"Master is in the living room. I'll escort you there." The old man spoke.

I nodded and walked behind him.

Upon entering the living room, I was greeted by Bae Pilsoo.

"Welcome, Seokjin!" He was jubilant for an old man.

"Good evening." I said as I shook his hand.

"It's nice to have you. Meet my daughter, Areum." He gestured to a tall woman standing by the window and smiled at her. She was beautiful but dull.

"Hello. Father has told me about you." Her voice was smooth, courteous. Not a hint of emotion in it.

I simply nodded at her. She is not who I want to see right now.

"Where is Joohyun?" I asked Bae.

Hearing her name, his smile dropped. He cleared his throat. "She'll be h-"

"Father!" It was Joohyun. That soft raspy voice.

Unmistakably.

I turned around and saw her stumbling into the living room. "I'm sorry I'm late. I was on the call wi-"

She stopped when she saw me standing there. The look of pure embarrassment went washing over her face.

While I, on the other hand, stood there watching her. My eyes raked her from her head to toe.

She looked amazing. Her hair was curled in soft waves and she was wearing minimal makeup on her face which gave her a soft glowy look.

Angelic.

She was dressed very simple for a dinner. A long floral dress which reached just below her knees and a pair of delicate strappy sandals. She looked beautiful and perfectly ready for me.

I looked at her eyes and saw her staring at me. I couldn't be mistaken. She was fucking devouring me with her eyes.

I smirked. I mean, I wasn't looking bad myself.

A white button down shirt, loose black jacket and black pants. I looked fine. It was nothing new.

But the way she was looking at me, it felt I was the prey here and she was my sweet sultry predator.

I chuckled.

"Good evening, Joohyun." I greeted her and walked a few steps towards her. With a little space between us, I took hold of her hand and kissed the back of it. Her sweet scent wafted between us. Lilacs and roses, I presume.

Her breath hitched and her eyes widened in surprise. She didn't expect me to be so forward in her father's presence.

I smiled at her, not letting go of her hand while she fought to free herself subtly.

I heard a throat clear behind me.

What a boring old fart.

"Now that we've met, let's proceed to the dinner table. The rest of the conversation can continue there. Seokjin." He said it to me in particular.

I happened to glance at Areum and she had a distasteful look in her eyes. And it was directed towards Joohyun.

I scoffed. Fucking jealous bitch.

I nodded at him. "Sure."

When all four of us settled on the dining table, an assortment of starters flooded the table. I couldn't make out which was which.

Spring rolls, bite sized chicken lollipops and other food. I started eating and everyone followed suit.

It was not long into my third bite, Areum piped up and asked, "So, Seokjin. When did you meet Joohyun first?"

Small talk, huh? I'll give you one.

"Outside my hotel. I was smoking and she walked by me after getting out of her car. There was this other prick with her, I don't know who, and she had to go inside with him."

There was silence.

I looked at each of their faces. They were awkward and funny.

Suddenly Areum laughed lowly.
"That must have been Mark. She hangs out with him sometimes."

I looked at Joohyun then. She was red and visibly embarrased.

"I don't care as long as he doesn't make a move on her." I sipped on a glass of water.

"That wouldn't be a problem." Areum chimed in. "He's like a younger brother to her. Isnt he, Joo?"

I wished this bimbo shut her mouth.

"Fair enough." I said and continued eating.

There was an uncomfortable silence looming over the table but I paid no heed.

No sooner, the main course arrived, followed by dessert-chocolate cake and strawberry souffles, with few random talks here and there.

It was apparent that I didn't want to indulge in Bae Areum's silly conversations but the father and daughter weren't keen on noticing that.

Joohyun,on the other hand, felt uncomfortable and clearly out of place. She didn't talk their talk, didn't dance to their tunes and never foot licked her father like Areum did.

It was clearly visible she wanted out from here and my presence around her wasn't helping much.

I looked at her. She was seated opposite me, gingerly having her souffle. She couldn't care less what was happening right now.

In her mind, it was all over.

I wiped my mouth with a napkin, not leaving my eyes off of her. She sensed my stare and looked at me.

There was a fury in her eyes. She wanted something and I was there in front of her. It looked ethereal. Drowning in her deep brown eyes, which were devoid of emotions most of the time, felt challenging and fulfilling at the same time.

Her fiery look was blazing heat through my veins and I wanted nothing but her naked body wrapped around me and under me right here on this table.

I was getting hot and I could sense her breathing turning shallow.

She was playing with fire.

It was something pure adrenaline, watching her and coaxing her out of her shell. Her playful mouth and her witty remarks always made me hard for her.

I could go on and on.

Fuck. I want her.

"Seokjin." Bae Pilsoo's gruff voice broke me out of my reverie.

"Dinner is over. Why don't you join Areum and Joohyun in the study to talk about the matter at hand?"

I looked at the table in front of me and drank a whole glass of cold water. I didn't notice when it was cleared of the food.

I looked at him and nodded. I got up and headed to the study, walking behind the two women.

I swear on Hoseok's mother, Joohyun's ass is more sexy.

While Areum clicked the door open, they entered the study while I stood by the doorway.

The room was huge. Books, encyclopedias and dictionaries of all sizes and editions were decorated on the ceiling length shelves. A wooden ladder was propped on one shelf, glossy and veneer touched.

"Please. Make yourself comfortable." Areum chirped.

Joohyun was still not comfortable. She kept glancing towards her and was clenching her fists.

"Miss Areum," I called her.

"Yes?" She turned towards me and gave me a full blown smile.

"If you wouldn't mind, I would like to speak to Joohyun. Alone."

Her smile dropped immediately and she cleared her throat.

"Very well. I'll tell Father that."

"You don't need to. Just be a good girl and go up to your room without telling any of this to daddy. You got that?"

Both of them were dumbfounded. Areum gulped loudly and stared at me in shock.

I turned to one shelf in particular and paid no attention to her.

"A-alright."

With that, she left the room and clicked the door shut.

Silence.

It was like that for a few seconds till I heard sharp breathing coming from far behind me.

I slowly turned around and looked at Joohyun. She was standing in the middle of the room, looking hot and delicious.

I raked my eyes over her whole body, taking my time to imprint this image of her in my brain.

I didn't notice when I started walking and stood before her. Intimately close and pretty near.

Her face was close to mine, short wisps of air escaping from her pink mouth.

She took a few steps back and I took a few forward.

"Wait." Her voice came out cold.

I stopped in my tracks.

"What do you want?" She asked me.

"What do you mean by that? Isn't it clear by now?" I took two steps forward.

"I want you."

"Why do you want to marry me? You can have me without that."

I smirked.

Interesting.

"Of course, I can. But it's old school now."

She raised her eyebrow quizzically.

"Imagine," my voice turned into a soft whisper. "Fucking me in my bed after a long day's work. You and me, alone. With no distractions. No fear of getting caught. No interruptions."

"You must be fucking crazy!"

I stopped midway and looked at her. She was shaking with rage.

"How dare you barge into my life like this? Demanding me to marry you? Are you out of your mind?" She was hyperventilating.

I clenched my jaw. Now I was getting pissed off.

"Why?" I asked her calmly, my voice betraying the anger in my body. "Why do you care? You wanted us to meet again. So, here I am. Have me to your heart's content. I know you want me."

She looked at me for a few seconds. Then, she clicked her tongue and walked forward, her posture oozing confidence all of a sudden.

She was in front of me now, her breasts slightly brushing my chest.

"Of course I want you." She said so softly, I felt myself harden instantly. I swept my eyes down to her mouth and her lips looked so fucking delicious. I was almost tempted into kissing them.

"Ever since I saw you in my father's office again." She leaned forward and kissed my cheek. "In the living room." The other cheek. "On the dining table." She hovered her lips over mine, her ragged breathing falling over mine.

She was playing with danger and she fucking knew it.

"But," her voice dripped venom. "you can't even kiss me for fuck's sake. How. Fucking. Pathetic."

That's it.

I grabbed her hair from the back of her neck and pulled her towards me, my mouth engulfing her in a scorching kiss.

I don't know what got over me then.

I never thought I would do this. It was apparent that I wouldn't kiss any other woman after her.

But now..

Possessed by lust and greed, our lips were clashing at each other, furiously attacking and taking whatever that could be salvaged.

This feeling was otherwordly. I couldn't remember when I felt ecstasy of this kind before.

This was far better than the drugs I dish out every week.

Her tongue was hot and wild in my mouth and I fought it with my own. My other hand clutched her waist and I pulled her impossibly close to mine. My hand in her hair was bunched up tightly but I couldn't care less about the pain I was giving her. If it helps, she couldn't care less too.

I paused for a few seconds to give her a breather and dove down again, capturing her lips more zealously than before. Her hands were roaming in my hair, constantly pulling and grabbing them.

It was wild, purely euphoric. It felt too good.

She was biting my lips, sucking on them like crazy. Her moans were loudly echoing in the room, her soft sighs of pleasure coursing between us.

Good for her, the place is soundproof.

I turned us around, without breaking our kiss and slammed her back to the bookshelf behind her.

A few books fell down and thudded close to our feet. But it was the least of our concerns now.

She gasped aloud but I silenced her with my mouth on her. My lips clamped onto hers, making her let out soft whimpers and moans.

I can't get enough of her moans.

I took a fistful of her dress and hiked it upwards. My hand trailed on the smooth skin of her thighs and grabbed her to hoist her leg on my waist.

She grinded on my crotch furiously, not paying attention to her voice getting louder and louder.

"Ahh.."

I finally broke the kiss and latched my lips onto her neck, tasting and biting it. My hand was on her thin dress strap and I pulled it down fast, following it with my hot mouth on her newly exposed skin.

"Damn.." she moaned aloud.

Her voice was driving me crazy.

I want her. I want her. I want her.

I suddenly let go off her and took a few steps back.

That action caused her to have a sudden whiplash and she stumbled in her stead.

"Take off your dress. Now."
My tone betrayed nothing. I wanted her. Right here. Right now.

She raised her hands slowly and took hold of the dress straps while looking at me, all hot and panting, and slid her arms out of it.

Her pretty floral dress shimmered to the ground, like water, and piled up on her feet.

She looked ravishing.

Her pink coloured lingerie looked delectable on her white skin. As much as it looked good now, I wanted it off.

"Everything." I said, eyeing her undergarments.

She bit her lip and unhooked her bra and dropped down her panties. I saw her shivering slightly but that would be catered to now.

She was naked like baby. Her skin glowing in the dim lights and her lips, juicy and ravaged crimson-she looked fiery hot.

I unbuckled my belt and strode forward, enveloping her again with my body.

I grabbed her face and kissed her. Again.

This time, it was gentle and slow. She moaned into my mouth. Her fingers were on my face, soft and delicate. I took hold of her breasts and squeezed them lightly.

My hands then trailed down to her legs and I lifted them up. That was her cue to jump and she did.

I had her in my arms now and her legs locked around my waist. Our lips were in a constant battle. Kissing, biting, sucking-it was not going slow.

I had her when she least expected it. She was busy kissing me, my mouth on her fast when I thrusted into her without warning.

She let out a loud gasp and arched her neck upwards. I sucked on her neck and thrusted into her with firm deft strokes.

Her nails were digging on my shoulders, my shirt threatening to tear up. I got hold of her lips again and I kissed her with a newfound passion.

Everything.

Everything about this was crazy.

Her father must be outside, guessing what we were talking about. The blind fucker doesn't have any idea that his daughter was getting beautifully ravaged by me.

If Areum was not stupid, she wouldn't rat her sister out. If not, then I could take care of it myself.

My thoughts flashed to the present when I heard Joohyun moaning in my ears and saw her rolling her hips into me.

I missed this.

My one hand was on her waist and the other, in her hair. I liked the feel of her hair. She tilted her head and kissed me again while I pounded into her roughly.

Her breasts were bouncing and grazing my chest simultaneously which made her hiss in pain and pleasure.

"Don't stop. Don't stop. Jin..."

I pounded and thrusted into her, my balls slapping and turning tight. I was getting close.

I grabbed her neck and squeezed it. My eyes made contact with hers and I was bewitched.

Her gaze alone could kill me. She was looking at me with lust and undisguised anger in her eyes.

She hated this. She loved this. She hated herself for loving this..

I squeezed her neck more and her eyes went wide.

What a beautiful sight.

I didn't stop my thrusts and sucked her lower lip into my mouth. I was truly enjoying this. My whole body was heady with her taste, her smell. I was on the verge of an orgasm and so was she.

I slowed down my pace and I could feel her grappling my body. She started grinding furiously to meet her end.

I kissed her again and again and again. And then, I slammed into her.

She buried her head into my neck and let out a muffled scream. I slightly felt her teeth strongly biting me but the pain was masked out when I chased down my high.

After the initial aftershocks of the amazing orgasm subsided, we let out short harsh breaths.

My heart was pounding and my body was covered in sweat. The same was for her.

She was naked and sweaty. Panting like crazy. Her legs shook horribly despite me clamping them in my hands.

A few minutes passed and after everything calmed down, I slowly let her down from my body but didn't let go of her.

She lifted her head and looked into my eyes. They were satisfied and dazed. She looked down and eyed my lips.

I leaned down and kissed her. She opened her mouth for me and I sucked her tongue into my mouth, making both of us moan.

I slowed down, gradually turning my kisses to soft small pecks.

I backed away a little to give her some space and turned around to adjust my pants.

That was her cue. After a few shuffling of clothes here and there, she walked forward and stood beside me.

We didn't say anything for some time.

A few seconds later, she broke the silence.

"For someone who doesn't kiss, you sure know how to use your mouth."

I looked at her for a whole five seconds but then I couldn't help but smirk at that.

"Whatever you say. You're going to marry me." I leaned closer and whispered in her ear. "Whether you like it or not. You'll be mine."

Her smile dropped.

Looks like some things never change.