Seokjin

Amazing.

Everything about her was amazing.

Exquisite.

Damn it.

Her body was endless pleasure. Way much lithe and sexy than I imagined it to be.

Taking her from every angle possible proved to be a teenager's wet dream.

She was sopping wet, madness in ecstasy.

Her moans..

They were still echoing in the deepest recesses of my brain. I couldn't get enough of her moans.

Fuck. I'm hard again.

What was it about her which made me so crazy?

I was practically mauling her.

Every inch of her body was insatiable, and I tried to have my fill of it as much as possible.

There was no saying she was the best lay I've ever had in my entire life.

But why?

I've fucked countless women, young, old, skinny, plain, sexy, boring. The options are close to endless.

But what was it about her that made me a beast, who ravaged her again and again and again...

That's it!

I sat up straight on my bed.

The same bed where I held her body tight in my hands, her knees shaking when I kept pounding her senseless...

I rebuked myself to stop thinking about her.

If I do anymore, I don't know what I'll be capable of.

Stretching languidly, I crushed the almost finished cigarette on the bed side table.

Fuck the mahogany wood.

Slowly, I trudged my way to the bathroom. Naked and satiated.

Not satiated exactly.

Cold icy water hits my skin which is burning with endless heat.

That heat which doesn't let me calm down in the broadest sense of the word.

What the fuck?

My dick was hard now. Pressing itself against the cold wet tiles.

I don't bother to ease it.

That bastard doesn't want me. It wants her. Her warm, wet heat.

I feel anger rise in me like molten lava. Burning me around the edges.

My teeth grit harshly. I close my eyes tight and I see red everywhere.

What the fuck is happening?

I see her in my head, naked and bare. Stretching herself to pleasure me.

Her tight stomach, round full breasts, her creamy legs wrapped around me, anchoring herself from the aftermath of her climax.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck..

My fists clench hard and I punch the ceramic tile in front of me.

I'm going to lose my mind..

How dare she?

How fucking dare she leave me like that?

That look of shame on her face when she was leaving my bed. From my warm covers.

As if sleeping with me was the biggest mistake of her life.

Like hell it was!

Not when she was writhing under me, moaning loud and sexy.

My name from her lips. Like they were the only thing holding her from falling down. From tearing her apart.

I punch the wall without an ounce of mercy for my hand.

I fucking need to calm myself down. This is not helping.

I'm not done with you, Joohyun.

I will have you in front of me.

And this time, you won't have the sense to think. Let alone leave me like that again.

My hand is all bloodied and torn. The wall, a poor mess of broken ceramic.

Fuck this shit.

I finish cleaning myself up and head out with a towel wrapped low around my waist.

My phone rings somewhere in the middle of my entangled clothes on the floor.

I reach for it and let out a worn out sigh looking at the caller ID.

"What's wrong?" I say, nonchalant.

"The fuck is wrong with you?"

Hoseok sounds pissed off for some reason.

"Not so loud, man. I'm reeling from a really bad hangover."

"Who the fuck do you think you are talking to?"

He is fuming at this point, I guess. "You barely had a sip yesterday. And please tell me," his voice was like a coaxing mother now. "When the fuck did you ever have a fucking hangover ever in your life, huh?"
He was bellowing now.

I couldn't help but bark out a loud laugh at his indignation.

"The fuck you're laughing at?!"

I was still laughing. "You, you asshole."

"I swear to God I will tear you apart like a seamstress does her clothes in heat."

"What's gotten up your ass this early, huh?" Last time I checked, I was pissed off at him

"Your father is being a dick." He says this so calmly.

"So?"

"Like a literal dick."

I cocked my eyebrow at that.

"He was seen ramming his whore from behind, all bent out on his balcony railing and apparently, the whole media at the party yesterday had a feast with this one."

"What the fuck?"

I'm gonna kill the old man one day.

"Exactly."

"Where are you now?"

"Headquarters."

"I'll be up in a few seconds."

"Oh, please do. The PR team is losing their life expectancy by the minute here."

I cut my phone, choosing not to respond further.

My father is a lot of things. But 'responsible' is not one of them.

My thoughts were scattered anyway. Just one more to add to them.

Fuck my life.