Joohyun

There is a delicious soreness coursing through my body. I've been practically mauled, thoroughly spent and satiated to the inner core of my bones. So much so that I feel myself drifting off into nothingness, a void full of pleasure and its after effects.

Seokjin was a beast the whole day. A gentle handsome beast. Just like all the times I slept with him, he successfully rendered me incapable to remember where I began and when I lasted. I honestly lost count on how many times he made me come, loudly, passionately and indefinitely. 

I'm wide awake but I let myself enjoy the calming peace which has drifted over me, keeping my eyes closed and my breathing soft. I feel the warm cotton sheets beneath me and around me, my whole being tingling even after all the wicked things he did to my body a few hours ago.

After everything that happened, I slipped into an unconscious slumber and woke up to the muted sounds of shower water running in the attached bathroom. I guess he woke up a few minutes earlier than me.

I slowly stretch my body and turn around leisurely in the bed, with no definite position in mind. My legs were peeking out of the sheets and I happened to glance at the big purple marks adorning my calves, inner thighs and feet.

I widen my eyes in surprise. Maybe I was far too gone in my pleasure that I didn't notice his mode of affection showered on me in my most vulnerable stage. I lazily smile when I slowly feel the other places where he bit me so harshly, laving it all off with his kisses and desire.

I want to eat him.

My thoughts get interrupted when the bathroom door opens and out comes my husband in nothing but white fluffy towel draped loosely around his waist.

Now, I've read this sight in countless novels in my teens and adult life. But no one could have prepared me for this in real life.

His hair was dripping with heavy drops of water, sliding down his chest and abs, trailing down to the area under his towel. He was walking towards me.

He looked beautiful, a delicious sin. 

As usual, he didn't speak much. He just looked at me, his gaze was silent and dark.

Will I ever get enough of it?

I was thrown out of my thoughts when I felt the sheets around me move. He apparently tugged them off of me, rendering me wholely naked in front of him. When did he do that?

He stood over me, while I sat on the bed like a lamb waiting for its slaughter.

"Wha—?" I was surprised. He slid his left hand over my neck and slowly caressed the pulse point there with his thumb. His other hand sneaked over my waist and he pulled me flush towards him.

By now, the sheet around me was gone and bunched up at my waist. He was breathing hard. He leaned down and kissed the place between my neck and shoulder, sucking it harshly.

I shuddered and grabbed his arm, moving it all the way up to his neck. He grabbed my hair and angled my neck to his convenience, moving his lips torturously over my skin. His kisses were hot over me as he proceeded towards my throat and bit it without remorse.

I gasped. "Wai—" That hurt. I clutched the hair at the back of his head and pulled him away from my neck. "Stop it—"

His arm was like a vice around me, tight and unrelenting and his head barely budged from my neck. He was rough in his kisses and, right now, it was suffocating me. As much as I loved being possessed by him, my body can't take anymore. It was well spent and thoroughly bruised that I couldn't take anymore of his harsh loving at the moment.

I really needed a break.

"Seokjin," I breathed out. "Please stop it. I really can't take anymore." My voice was timid and sore, almost pleading.

He groaned and clutched my hair with wild fierce and continued moving his lips to my chest. My left breast was in his mouth and he painfully tugged them with his teeth. My nails were defensively digging in his arms but he paid no heed to it.

This was bad.

When I saw that he was not even close to stopping, I was shaking with fear. Not because he would do anything vicious to me, but because I would let him do it which would eventually harm me later.

"Please stop.." I cried out and managed to shove him as hard as I could on his chest. That must have brought him to his senses and he slowly stopped his assault on me and stood there, unmoving and holding me tightly.

When I saw the chance, I pushed him away with full force, the impact making me land back on the bed while he stood over me, all tall and mighty.

I was shaking and breathing hard. I felt somewhat uncomfortable under his gaze. It was not hot and lustful, like it usually was, but it glinted with disguised anger. I figured I didn't like it.

I did not say anything. He simply let loose his towel and let it drop down on the floor. I involuntarily gasped. No!

He was going to do it again?!

But he turned around and headed towards his closet room. I let out a harsh breath, not knowing that I wasn't breathing at all.

He came out a few seconds later, wearing a grey oversized hoodie and sweatpants. His hair was partially damp and he looked equally fresh. He spared me a glance and walked to the pile of clothes strewn on the floor.

A blush arose on my cheeks as he rummaged through his pants while not letting his eyes drift away from me. Seconds later, he fished out his phone from the pocket and glanced at it.

"Well, how long do you think you're going to laze around in bed?" He spoke calmly but I could sense the hidden irritation in it.

That caught me off guard. "W-well, I was going t—" He cut me off with a wave of his hand and started typing on his phone. He spoke then, "I haven't got all day, Joohyun. I'm starving and the cook is on a leave today."

I blinked.

"Taehyung must have prepared something in the kitchen though I doubt it will be edible by now. Do us a favor and dish out something for lunch, will you? Or you can order something. Just make sure it isn't Chinese. I'll be in my study. Call me when you're done." Saying that, he walked out of the room, leaving me no chance to talk.

That was totally unexpected. Maybe I did ruffle his feathers a bit by refusing to indulge him, I guess. Well, it's normal in this situation, I suppose. After all, it is my first fucking marriage.

I slowly got up from the huge bed and treaded to the bathroom cautiously as my legs were way too tired to function normally now.

Upon entering, I'm awestruck by the intricate marble interiors in the whole bathroom. I've seen some beautiful interior designs in my life but this was something way beautiful and magnificent to imagine. The walls were a shimmery black and high tiled. The attachments, cubicles, sink, and shower were made of pure white stone. The contrast really complemented the overall architecture of the space. I was amazed.

After having my fair share of admiration, I freshened up and dressed up in one of Seokjn's T-shirt and track pants as I was left with no clothes of my own.

I'll have to make a quick stop to my house tonight.

'I wonder what Father and Areum are doing now.' I thought while I  dried my hair with a fluffy white towel but soon think the better of it. What they are doing now is none of my fucking business. I was just a burden to them. I can do this all on my own.

With airy content in my steps, I walk out of Seokjin's room and head to the kitchen. I've never been to this part of his house before and, as usual, I wander my eyes to the expanse of the modern yet comfortable feel of the space.

The whole house was accented with beautiful undertones of white and grey. The furniture was simple and minimalist, grey being its dominant colour. The walls had a creamy finish and an enormous collection of framed photographs—ranging from wildlife to landscapes to architecture to portraits. I have seen some of them in a magazine I found on Sooyoung's desk once. The photos clearly belonged to Taehyung.

He took all these pictures.

My heart warmed at the thought of Seokjin decorating his whole wall space solely for his brother's work. Their relationship was something else. To be honest, I never really saw such a pure bond between brothers ever in my life. All the times I've seen them together, they were inseparable. It was as if one of them would die for each other—literally and figuratively so to speak. I sometimes envied them, jealous of the fact that my sister and I would never have what Seokjin amd Taehyung have. Not even in my dreams.

My eyes drift to one particular photograph which stood out amidst all of them. It was a picture of a woman, dressed in a light pink floral gown, her hair swaying in the breeze. She held a bouquet of purple lilacs in her delicate hands and was looking at the sky above her. She looked beautiful. Her features were accentuated by the tilt of her face, illuminated by the soft light of the sun.

Ethereal.

Just like Seokjin.

Remembering him, I realised that I was supposed to make something for us to eat. I really need to stop with these reveries. Soon enough, I found the kitchen and strode to the fridge. Not having enough time to admire it, I scavenged for a few ingredients to whip up something fresh.

Tomatoes, fresh herbs and onions. Pasta would be amazing now.

Ten minutes passed and I was ready with two hot plates of delicious pasta, swimming in a beautiful sauce.

He'll love this.

I make my way to the study and push it open with my free hand. I slowly enter it and find Seokjin sitting on a high backed chair, going through some papers on his desk.

His study was homely and magnificent at the same time. Numerous volumes of encyclopedias and books lined his shelves. I could even spot some old editions in one corner too. Overwhelmed by the sight of journals and books around me, I get lost in the scene when I hear a light cough coming in front of me.

I look at Seokjin and give him a smile. With casual clothes and his hair let loose, he almost looks boyish. An evident aura emanates from him when he looks at me.

"What did you make?" He asks casually.

"Pasta." Saying that, I place the two plates on his desk which was anyways empty, barring a few pens and papers and sit across from him.

He looks at me with a casual expression and forks out his pasta a few seconds later, all but inhaling it loudly. Savoring it, he groans loudly in contentment and pulls his head back. My eyes drift to his Adam's apple, the huge ball of space on his throat where I still feel my mouth from a few hours later.

"It's so good." He hums in approval.

I gulp in nervous excitement. This is really bad. I can't stop thinking about him without having him.

Shaking my head, I begin to eat. We eat like that, quiet with only the sound of of our forks clattering on the plates. In the middle of eating, Seokjin looks up at me, pushing his tongue on the inside of his cheek.

"What?" I ask.

He sighs and leans back on his chair. "Do you have any plans for the next two days?"

"I dont think so. Apart from writing for my book."

"That's good." He says and continues eating his food.

"Why?" I ask.

"We'll be going to Daegu for two days. The flight is in a few hours so I thought I'd ask you first."

I was surprised. "Wait. If this is something about the honeymoon and all that jazz, I'm not really in the mood for a change of place. In fact, I–"

"It's for business." He pipes in abruptly with a note of irritation in his voice. My face blushes in embarrassment and I awkwardly fiddle with my pasta.

"I see."

"I have some properties to overlook there. Obviously, I'll be bored after work so I thought you could accompany me if it isn't a hassle."

I nod. "I'll go." That's all I could say for now. The embarrassment was kind of eating at me now.

"Good."

I scoff at that. Yeah, good. He tilts his head and takes a sip of his water. "Joohyun."

"Hmm?" My eyes were on my plate.

"Come here."

I raise my head and look at him. His eyes hold a command over me and I find myself getting up from my chair. He pulls his chair back a little, grabs my wrist and pulls me straight onto his lap. I was straddling him now, my face was a few inches above him as he leaned his head back on the chair. His hands are on my thighs  and mine, on his shoulders. 

My fingers unconsciously slip into his hair and he lets out a soft hum by my doing it.

After a few seconds, he says softly, "You're the only person to have worn my clothes after Taehyung."

I smile at that. Here I was thinking that I was the only person to have worn his clothes. Presumptuous, enough.

"I'm glad to have that honour, I guess." I whisper, not stopping my gentle movements in his hair. He chuckles at that and puts his right hand on my waist, pulling me closer to him.

"You smell like me." His head was buried in my neck and I could feel him inhaling me. It felt like it was comforting to him. Feeling me, having me in his arms and devouring me. It was new yet it was far from strange. I never thought I would feel like this ever.

"Seokjin." I called out to him softly.

Suddenly, he shook his head which was still in my neck and kissed me there. "Jin." Another kiss. "Just Jin." And again.

"Jin."

"Again."

"Jin. Jin. Jin."

He chuckles softly and lifts his head to look at me. We both smile at each other. This was good. Too good to the point it was scary. But it was good.

"My mom used to call me that." He says, almost sad. I could feel the wistful look in his eyes. It was faraway but totally present. He must have really loved her.

"It was her special name for me. Apart from her, only Hoseok and Taehyung call me that. Now it's you too, I guess."

I smiled, my heart genuinely filling with tenderness. I felt warmed at the fact that he felt I was important enough for him to consider me close to him to some extent. It was the start but it was fulfilling. I felt humbled.

"You must miss her." I say while my fingers trace his eyebrows and cheek absentmindedly.

He closes his eyes at my touch and hums in approval.

"I was with her in the morning. Got late because of that. Sorry."

"It's okay." I whisper and my fingers reach his lips in no time. He holds my hand and kisses them. My stomach flips at that tender action and I look at him longingly.

He matches my gaze and twists his fingers in my hair, pulling me to him and kisses my mouth firmly. I open my mouth and let him in, his tongue stroking mine in soft gentle strokes. I moan and pull him in more, more into my being.

"Why?" He whispers hoarsely when he pulls away slightly. His forehead is on mine and we are breathing so hard. "Why can't I fucking get enough of you?"

I grit my teeth in annoyance. I don't like the feeling of him being away from me. Off of me.

"I don't know." I whisper back. "And I don't care. Just have me, will you?"

This gives him the green light he needed and he grabs me everywhere and practically devours me. The kisses he gives me makes it hard for me to breath. It's suffocating and totally unexpected. But I love it. I enjoy it.

The sheer ferocity he possesses, his unmatched desire, the way he so effortlessly makes me his.. I can't get enough of him either.

It's hard. It's so fucking hard. My brain is swirling and I'm so confused and turned on that I feel nothing but a hollow of consciousness and his presence enveloping me, my heart, my body. My everything. 

He possessed me. Creeping like a fucking thief he was, he made into my heart and when the realization struck me, I was knocked out of my breath.

I fell for this man. So fucking badly that there is no way out now.