➪ꏳꀍꍏᖘ 042

A dousing migraine makes a sudden appearance in Jungkook's head,the onslaught of flashing cameras enough to grow nauseous with the nearer his designated auto-mobile drew to the venue of tonight's gala.

Oh,the hatred he had for these press gatherings.

Hand already raised to ruffle through the thick locks of his hair,a nervous habit that only reared its ugly head whenever his nerves occurred to be in distress,he opts to tug through the confines of his hair as an onslaught of flashing cameras blink ten feet in front of his vehicle,the current celebrity under the scrutinisment of the press left to fend for themselves.

Waiting as their approach grew nearer and nearer until he could feel the dull lightning on his skin through the dark tinted glass of his windows,the vehicle pausing to an halt just as Gracie Lowell's heels turn towards her last pose, leaving an opening for him with enough time to exit his car without being stormed.

A somewhat tired breath leaves him as he prepares,yet he can't deny the exciting thrum that breezes through his veins.

Not necessarily for the crowd of journalists waiting for him to grace them with his presence, though there was nerves for them there too,yes.
What it all was about if he was to think about it clearly,was the possibility of seeing Arielle tonight,and yes,it would probably be bad for personal healing and he'll probably grow religiously mad and then later sad,but at least he'd be granted the chance to be in her presence,yeah?

Knowing that their was no way she was not to look off the scales tonight was a plus, especially since he's been present multiple times when Jimin has still been in the throes of creating her dress.

Fucks sake,he just knew he fucked himself harder when an image of Arielle in said dress is immediately conjured,and he can feel life threatening to enter his cock without permission.

Pulled out of his thoughts by his door being opened by his chauffeur,he gathers his limbs and steps out of the warmth of his back seat,being escorted to the largely spread carpet, surrounded by journalists of multiple social media platforms.

Under the pause of silence of them all,he smirks slightly,before all hell breaks loose.

It quite easy to slip into the role that so many has categorised him in,the subtle dip of his brows,the taut feel of skin stretching across his cheeks,the megawatt smile of his perfect teeth.

The crowd of cameras loves him ofcourse,what with his mullet now no longer covering most of his face,slicked back with the finest hair products that produces a glint to it,the black of his attire that fits to his muscles,supple and lean.

He had to admit,a small part of him was always abit thrilled with how so many people were awed with his presence,what with the way he's almost the longest to pose,the neverending shutter and soft clicks that roots him to his spot.

When he can finally escort himself inside,it's not as easy as it was for many of him before,the outstretched hands of fans reaching to touch him,how they seem to push against the railing that keeps them back.

Just a touch,the little feel of him beneath their plans,what undoubtedly courses through many of their minds.

It was off putting,and Jungkook had to school his features in a calm expression in fear of them glimpsing how uncomfortable their touches were.He was fine holding their hand for a second in passing,but the nerve of some of them to grip at his chest through the lace design of his vest,or pull at the sleeve of his suit jacket was just not it.

Immediately upon entering the venue,he snatches a dark glass of whiskey,he doesn't know what kind,and perhaps doesn't care in the slightest other for the burn that glide's down his throat when he downs it in one go.

"Easy there,mister.
We can't have you drunk when the night hasn't even started yet."
He hears a laugh echo in the voice that speaks,and a small tilt goes to his lips before he turns to face her.

Gabrielle Mtgatsby.

A old acquaintance to his bed,one he hasn't bothered in contacting after their one passionate night spent together,when he'd still been in the throes of his bachelor era.

He now has the chance to make use of her again,but there's the defeated feeling in his chest that tells him he won't enjoy very much of it.

He remembers her arched back as he fucked her higher up the plush mattress of the five star hotel,her breathy moans against his neck when he'd impaled her on his cock about twenty minutes after their first round,how sharp her manicured nails had dug into his skin when she rode his cock.

"Ahh,Gabby sweetheart.
How are you?"
His voice is smooth as he speaks the words,the talent of charming many different individuals to share the warmth of his bed coming to light with the way her gaze sparkles as she looks up at him.

She wanted him again,it was quite clear.And who knows how this night would end,maybe he would be the lucky man to snuggle between her legs for the night.

Except for the fact that that seemed to be a major turn off for his cock that had been left chubbed abit with the thought of Arielle in that dress.

"Good,Good.
Oh—how nice it is to see an familiar face,God."
She whines,and even though Jungkook knew of just how many people knew her in this exact place,he was lenient,and let her attach herself to his arm.

They're half way through a conversation of Vogue's latest designer sets,or at least Gabrielle is as she converses with herself mostly,when he spots her.

They catch each others gazes across the soft dousing lights of the glinting chandeliers above,and his breath leaves him in a subtle whoosh.

He's not aware of the woman hanging on his arm and currently discussing her upcoming modeling gig for Vogue in Berlin,no,he can only see her.

Her hair,curled into big curling locks that forms a soft black halo around the low of her shoulders and nape,the majority that falls down her back and covers abit of her forehead,but failing to hide the pretty melanin of her features.

Jungkook finds himself to be entrapped in the way the dress fits the slope of her supple body,curves that he'd trailed kisses at,hips that he's hands had imprinted marks against.

There's a three setted pearl choker that contrasts against her dark skin,his eyes trailing to the dip of the low of her neckline that plunges down enough that his face could fit snuggly between her breasts,the corset made of moulded black lace that gives a push to her bust and proceeds to bring attention to the elegant dip of her waist.

The naked narrowness of her shoulders,up until just beneath it where her sleeves begin,a seemingly jasmine design of black lace as well,the slight sheen of silver that sparkles beneath the lightning she stands beneath.

His eyes fall over the soft material of satin that than spreads over her hips,the silky shine of it protuding over the width of them.The skirt of it flowing down the length of legs he knew the taste of,the thigh high slit that shows a glimpse of skin that his lips has traced against.

But alas,her gaze is taken away from his when her attention is called,and she turns on her highly lenghted heels to grace whoever called for her.He feels annoyed that he can no longer feel the warmth of her eyes on him anymore,well,until her bare back is shown in his direction,the deep arch of it, nakedness  spread until just above where her crack would be exposed,and Jungkook gulps.

Perhaps,it wouldn't be as obvious if he lead her away to an secluded area,would it?

But it seems his dear darling has taken the initiative to an idea much the same to his.

With an hushed excuse to Gabrielle who frowns up at him,he leaves her to the company of the many people around her, watching with an attentive gaze how Arielle throws one last glance at him, before disappearing into an opening no doubt leading to an closet or lonely garden house.

And like the good boy he promised to always be,he follows.

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She feels his gaze on her when she turns to pay attention to the unknown man that had called for her.It's with an unsettling feeling in her stomach that she conquers him in a conversation,one that she's only participating in because she can't stand to watch Jungkook in the arms of another woman.

Why ever,was she even possessive of someone who clearly seemed to have moved on?

With the passing of a waiter,she grabs a flute of bubbling champagne,and gulps half of the golden liquid down,grazing her tongue with her lower lip when a little slips past her lips.

She catches as the man's gaze falls to her lips,and her stomach grows queasy at his blazingly obvious intentions.

Excusing herself before he took her will to tolerate his flirty talk to be more than what it actually was, politeness.

She knows that the unknown man's gaze follows the slight sway of her hips in the skin thight satin skirt that plasters itself to her skin,but it's not because of him that her skin tingles with warmth.

No,it's not him that she takes the chance to glance at again.

The flitting movement of his tongue across his lower lip as he wets it,the subtle pull of his brow as he scrutinizes the way she looks at him,before something akin to realisation flickers across Jungkook's face.

She leaves him be with the solemn expression that settles over his features,one she wasn't quite used to being directed at her but she gathers she deserves it.

After all,she had been the one to string him along the past few weeks,and not him her.

The lingering regret that now sits in her abdomen when she notices the warmth ceasing to exist when he looks at her.

As she slips into the darker hallway away from where the main event took place,she ponders over the possibility of Jungkook joining her.

There was the inkling feeling that he would,and her gut feeling always had the nick to be right.

So she waits,lets the night air caress her tension stringent skin,lets it blow the silk curls of her hair.

The surface of the pillar she leans against is cold to her skin,the contrasting of its white against her dark brown abit artistic as she gazed up at the sky.

The area was secluded,was what she gathered when she found herself to be alone.

It's a mere couple minutes when she feels his warmth coming to her.
She smells the intoxicaty of his scent,the spicy musk of pine as he lingers behind her.

She knows if she were to lean abit back and away from the pillar,she'd be pushed into a chest that she knew to be muscular,but she doubted his lean arms would surround her how they've always been so eager too.

"You came."
Arielle said,softly.

There passes a silent pause between them,where she turns herself to face him,a silent gasp when seeing how  breathtaking he is  when looking down at her like that.

A stray hair falls over his forehead,the rest of his mullet nesting over the lapels of his suit jacket.The satin design beneath that covered his upper body was akin to the sleeves of her dress,and she felt the tips of her fingers burn with the urge to touch.

Touch the warmth that was his skin.
Push back the lonely strand that fell over his forehead.

Tug him down to her by his lapels so that she could kiss him.

He seems to know what she wants, because he doesn't bother answering her,instead just steps closer, pressing her closer to the cold of the pillar,the warmth of his body,a breath away from hers.

"Kookie."
Her hesitant call has his features contracting the smallest bit,and she glimpses the hurt that flashes in his irises before he blinks it away.

"Please."
His tone is soft,the audible plea in the tension lingering in it breaking her nerve system into little pieces.

"Why did you come?"
She asks instead.

Again,he doesn't answer her.
He opts to trail his gaze over her features instead,the unsure expression etched onto her face,the soft curve of her lips.

Ones he knew would be warm and soft if her were to kiss her right now.

So he does.

He tugs his hand up to touch beneath her chin,smooths the pad of his index finger along the soft edge of it,smooths his thumb along her plump lower lip and tugs it down.

"Just give me this."
He whispered before leaning down.

He feels the hesitance in the way she pushes against his chest slightly,but she falters and tugs him closer to her instead,so hungry for his affection,so eager for his touch.

The both of them,starved.

He doesn't think about how good it feels to have her nails scrape against his scalp again after so long,she doesn't think of how hot it makes her feel to have him pressed to her so closely after longing after it so desperately.

They just enjoy it while it lasts,until they're out of breath and have to let go of each other for a gasp of air.

They're breathing rapidly,and there's a subtle blush to Jungkook's cheeks, Arielle's lips that glint a bitten pink,the air around them sizzling hot no matter the cold pinch to the actuality of it.

His hands that had fondled her hips so roughly as he pressed them together,now slip away to linger at the sides of her waist instead.

Her hands smooth up his chest and settle their familiar grip around this shoulders.

Jungkook kisses her again.

Albeit this time,it's softer,gentler,lighter.

He takes his time as he sucks her plump flesh into his mouth,as he grazes his teeth against it lightly.
The slight movement of his warm tongue against hers, their shared breaths as they sink into each other.

This time,when Jungkook pulls away, it's with finality in his gaze.

With a burning chest,and a scattered heart,he leaves the only woman he ever wanted.

The confusion and trepidation that still lingered in her gaze.

Would she ever come to realize,just how much she damage she was doing?

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It's not yet edited thoroughly, something I'm planning on doing when I'm in a better mood.