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So here it finally is. I’m sorry if it sucks, I’m not a writer and English isn’t my first language so please don’t be to hard on a hoe. Anyway, i wanted to expand the story a little bit by digging into the characters so it’s going to be a lil angsty
Word count: 6,6K
Feature: Jimin x Reader ft. Jackson Wang (got7)
Genre: ANGST/SLIGHT SMUT
5 days later
Your eyes feel heavy, staring at the empty Starbucks coffee cup that’s rolling on the wooden floor of your small apartment. A sharp pain enters your head when you close your eyes and turn your head to face the wall. Your lack of appetite made you weak and unable to think rationally about everything that had happened. All you could think about was how you could avoid the man that had so much power over you, preferably for ever. The memory of your intimate moment with him was clear as day, which made everything even worse. His forehead, covered in sweat with a few strands of his thick black hair bouncing on his forehead as he pumped himself inside of you. His hands all over your body, gripping and squeezing your flesh.
The worst thing about it all was that you were still dreaming about him every night and they would always end with him walking away with a smug grin on his face while you were crying your eyes out.
You had been skipping classes for three days in a row now, and you didn’t plan on going back there for at least a few more days, maybe even another week after that. You couldn’t stand the thought of seeing him, act like nothing happened and going back to his wife, giving her the love that you craved for so much. You wanted to hate him, but every time your mind spilled the image of his smiling face, you couldn’t help but to almost burst out in tears again. You were a mess. How could you let him have so much control over you? Would he even think about you? Thinking about that made you feel even worse because deep down you knew you were nothing more than a promiscuous schoolgirl to him.
You hear the sound of Melanie’s key pocking the key hole on the outside of your apartment. Watching her come in, you notice her arms are clinging on to two bags, one from Top Shop and the other from American Apparel, two of your favorite clothing shops. You look at her with a sigh. Your eyes looking lifeless and utterly exhausted from lack of sleep and overthinking to much. A worried look appears on her face when she closes the door behind her.
The days hadn’t been easy on her either, hearing you crying yourself to sleep and listening to you constantly putting yourself down.
“How are you doing babe?” She asked, her voice calm but with laced slight desperation
‘’I’m ok i guess’’ you answer, staring down at your lap
‘’Was he there?’’ you ask, as you start to you nervously play with the end of your sleeve. You eyes filled with desperation.
‘’Uh.. yea, yeah he was..“ she replies, looking at the ground and rubbing her neck with one hand
Silence fills the room.
”You have to try letting this go man.. He doesn’t deserve this.’’ Melanie sighed.
‘’You need to come back and start picking up the pieces before you start missing actual important shit. I’m sick of seeing you hurt like this. I refuse to let you fuck up your life over some asshole (Y/N), i won’t let it happen.“ She continued
As you look down at your feet, Melanie puts down the bags and sits herself down next to you, placing one arm around you and pushing the side of your head onto her shoulder.
“I assure you it’ll be alright, ok?” She promises bravely
You know everything will be far from alright, but you didn’t want to upset your comforting friend by telling her otherwise, so you just keep quiet and give her a small nod.
“Now get your fine ass into these cute pieces i just bought you, or i will.” She jokingly demands before excitingly getting up and pulling some pieces of pastel colored clothing out of one of the bags.
You struggle to get up, looking at Melanie, who is now holding a yellow piece of clothing in her hand, with a face full of excitement.
‘’Try this one, with this white top.’’ She says while handing you another piece of clothing, this time white.
‘’Uh.. These colors don’t really match my mood, or my face at the moment Mel..’’
‘’Oh come on, nobody is going to notice your ‘’mood’’ when you’ll be rocking these tomorrow.’’ Melanie replies, holding a pair of pastel-yellow colored culottes in front of you.
“Put them on’’ she demands
You obey with a sigh and start to squeeze yourself into the waist-tight over-knee trousers
‘’Yasssss! It really accentuates your apple bottom babe’’ She lifts your hand in an attempt to make you turn.
“Melanie that’s the last thing i want right now’’ You shout insecure
‘’I don’t want to be noticed, i feel gross enough as it is.’’ you continue, your voice softer this time. sitting back down onto your bed with a defeated look in your eyes.
‘’I’m just trying to help you get out of this downward spiral you’re in (Y/N).’’
You keep quiet.
“Wear a vest over it then?’’ She implies
‘’It’s not about the clothing Mel..’’ You interrupt, shaking your head with a sad smile on your face.
‘’It’s all in your head, you know that right? You just have to swallow the fear of seeing him again.’’ She points out in a serious tone.
‘’I will help you get over it, ok? i promise. Don’t let him see you are broken.’’ she continues
‘’I know.. I- i just really hate him Melan-‘’ unable to finish your sentenced caused by the tickling sensation in your throat from tears coming up, you place your face in the palm of your hands as tears start drowning your eyes again.
‘’Me too, (Y/N) Me too..’’ Melanie sighs, lowering herself to the floor and letting herself fall on her knees next to you, placing the side of her face onto your lap and taking both of your wet hands into hers, holding them tight.
You both stare into the room in silence for a few minutes.
‘’Thank you for being there for me Mel… I’m sorry for acting like a total cry baby these last few days. I don’t deserve a good friend like you.’’ You whimper, pecking your friend on her temple and drying your face with the bed sheet.
‘’You are right, i have to face him and keep my head held high.’’ You say, lifting your chin while jokingly smiling.
You hug your friend before you continue to try on the rest of the clothes she bought you.
- The next morning.
Walking towards the University, you feel the ball, build up of insecurities in your stomach getting intenser and intenser by the minute. You hesitate to walk back to your safe dorm room, but Melanie, who’s paying close attention to your worried expression, is holding on to your hand so tight, that you were sure she would drag you into the campus if she had to. And she was right, you had to face your problems instead of avoiding them, even if they happened to be the married teacher you’re insanely in love with.
Arriving at the entrance, you both make your way to your first class. It’s a 2-hour Statistics class. You feel the pace of your heartbeat speeding up as you watch the clock on the wall every now and then. You were secretly hoping you would somehow faint before your third period began, so you’d have a good reason to skip it, but you knew skipping would only postpone it and make it worse. At the end of the class you feel lightheaded, caused by all the stress, and an empty stomach as your nervousness resulted in lack of appetite this morning.
Walking towards the entrance of Professor Park’s class, you feel your knees getting weaker with every step you take. The 4 inch high wedges Melanie forced you to wear under the yellow culottes didn’t make it rather easy for you.
‘’Mell, i can’t do this..’’ You say while shaking your head in defeat, eyes filled with desperation
‘’Yes you can, just act like nothing happened ok? she calmly assures you
You feel slight relief as her soberness always seemed to calm you down whenever you were feeling stressed. She locks her fingers into yours and pulls you inside the classroom.
When you enter, you see Professor Park sitting at his desk, which is odd, he usually always stands leaning against it to greet his students. You quickly hide your face behind your brown locks and look away from him. Sitting down at a desk all the way in the back, you look up to see Professor Park still sitting down at his desk, not paying the class any attention.
Your memories of his face didn’t do him too justice. Seeing him again made you feel heartsick. All you wanted was to feel his soft lips kiss yours again, his eyes smiling at you like you were the girl he searched for his entire life. A cold and sad feeling creeps into you when you think about how out of reach he actually were from you and how you could never make him love you like you loved him. Your vision becomes blurring, as you stare at the man you knew would never be yours.
“Are you alright (Y/N)? Melanie asked worried.
Her words didn’t get through to you, you were numb by the feeling of being helpless and lonely.
Suddenly Professor Park gets up from his chair and walks over to the door, closing it to begin his lesson. Looking into the now filled classroom with an expressionless face, his eyes suddenly widen when his gaze falls on you sitting in the back with your face turned down and your forehead resting on the hand that is leaning on the hard material of the desk, covering your eyes.
Your eyes meet when you slowly look up to see him frozen by surprise, still staring at you. You quickly look away as you feel more tears coming up.
“Ok everyone, L-let’s start today with the following topic, which is In-inflation” He says, nervously blinking, before walking back to his Macbook book to start the projector.
“I can’t do this Melanie..” you admit to your friend in a wobbly voice, looking at her with your eyes telling her everything she needs to know.
Glancing into your now tear filled eyes, she’s silenced by feeling of guilt. As soon as she starts touching your shoulder in attempt to comfort you, you feel a tear strolling down your cheek, followed by another. You take your bag, swoop it around your shoulder and start to quickly stumble down towards the exit. One hand covering your mouth and your soaking wet eyes looking away from Mr Park, the man who held your heart in the palm of his hand without even fully realizing it. Silence fills the classroom as everyone watches you flight your way towards the door.
When outside, you start sobbing like a little kid. You spurt to the nearest bathroom to hide from your embarrassment. Locking yourself inside one of the toilets, you sit down on the toilet and place your face in your shaking hands.
A projection of his shocked face, played your mind in an endless loop. The memory of him touching your body with his strong hands, gazing into your eyes and adoring you, had almost become a surreal fantasy of what you wanted it to be. It was almost like it didn’t happen and you made it all up because you were so obsessed with him.
Tears were dripping down your lab like rain drops as your thoughts take full control over your emotions. You feel your phone vibrating in your bag, probably a worried Melanie. You decide not to look at it, as you didn’t want to talk about it. You just wanted to go away and leave all of this behind, start a new life somewhere else and just forget about everything. If it was only that easy.
Suddenly you hear a noise coming from the entrance of the girls bathroom. “(Y/N)?” “Are you in there?”
It was Mr Park’s voice.
A hot flash runs through your whole body, paralyzing you the minute you heard his familiar voice say your name. It gives you a strangely warm and safe feeling at first but when your memory reminds you of all the embarrassment you’ve caused, you feel instantly sad.
As you don’t answer, you hear his steps coming closer towards the toilet booth you locked yourself in.
‘’I know you’re in there..’’
You remain silent, but your whimpers undoubtedly gave away your presence.
‘’(Y/N) why are you hiding from me? And why are you crying?’’ he asked, his voice low and slightly annoyed.
You wipe away some of the wetness your tears left on your cheeks with an angry swoop, and you open the door of the toilet booth to then stumble out, standing now one feet away from him and looking him into his inviting dark brown eyes, bearing an enraged expression on your face. You wanted to scream at him and curse him out, but standing in his presence made you feel weak and defenseless.
‘’I.. I feel so stupid!’’ you cry, placing your face in the palms of your hands
Taking one step towards you, he leans over your small frame, taking your hand into his. Your heart starts racing inside your chest as your faded memories of the intimate moments you shared with him, suddenly all became real again. Lifting your chin with his other hand, he gently wipes away some of the wetness under your eyes as he gazes into them, making you look away and lowering your gaze to the floor from embarrassment. You pull back your hand, but he tightens his grip around your wrist, refusing to let go of it. His hand slowly sliding down your face towards your neck, touching your bottom lip with his thumb.
‘’I haven’t forgotten about you if that’s what you think’’ He suddenly states, almost whispering it.
His words made you turn your eyes back at him in surprise, meeting his gaze and only blinking at him.
You both stay silent for a few seconds. He lowers his gaze to the side and back to you, then sighs. ‘’Meet me at 7pm tonight at the coffee place across the street so we can talk about this in private ok?.’’ He commands, his voice warm, but his tone serious.
‘’Ok..’’ You nod in response, looking him into his dark brown eyes. Letting go of your hand, he turns around to walk back in the direction of his classroom. His words echoing your mind as you watch him disappear around the corner.
Was it possible it all meant just as much to him as it did to you? Possibly not, but the thought of being alone with him with, having his full attention sounded like pure heaven to you right now.
Arrived at the arranged place, you take a seat in the back of the coffeeshop, patiently waiting for him to arrive. His words domineering your thoughts the whole time you were waiting.
You start to get worried when you look at your phone and see it is already 7:21.
Would he even show up? Why would he, he didn’t care about leaving you behind the first time you let him have his way with you, why would care now?
You start getting anxious at the thought of him forgetting about you or worse, not even caring enough to show up in the first place. Your eyes light up when you suddenly see the face of your teacher appearing from the entrance.
Your heart starts pounding with excitement and you feel yourself shaking from adrenaline. But when you squint your eyes to get a better view, your heart sinks to your feet. His hand was holding on to that of the woman who he was with the time you saw him at that lounge bar.
Completely paralyzed, you watch your teacher taking a chair from a table in the front, offering it to the woman to sit herself down, then sliding it back to the table. He sits down next to her and, starts touching the small of her back with his right hand and places kisses on her cheek, making her giggle.
Your eyes immediately start to tear up from anger and heartache.
How could he do something so cold? Was this his way of showing you you should stay away from him and forget him. You hated him, you wanted to throw your hot coffee into his stupid face and tell him he’s an asshole, but too broken to do something you, take your bag and start storming out of the coffeeshop passed the happy couple.
Two months had passed and you’d switched classes with a girl who wanted to be in Park’s class so bad, she’d practically begged you for it. Your new Economy class was given by an old lady, a bit slow and boring, but you were happy you could follow the course without having to see Professor Park all the time. Next to that, the new class happened to be a very social one. Everyone worked together and you made a few new friends, including a cute boy named Jackson. He was 2 years older than you, but he was very playful and he always seemed to be in a good mood. He always made you laugh at the most inconvenient moments and his dry jokes made you mostly forget about everything that had happened to you the last couple of months.
Once in while you still saw your old professor when he walked passed you in the hallways, and most of the time he just acted like you weren’t even there. You hated the way he could act like nothing happened while you still hunkered for his conditional love. You tried your best not to look at him or show him any kind of attention, but it was hard and it was painful every time.
‘’Psst sleepy head, have you studied for the upcoming test?’’ your hear a low voice whispering, coming from behind you and waking you from your daydream about your planned trip to Asia next spring.
‘’Yea, sorta’’ You whisper, turning around at Jackson, before giggling at yourself for how unprepared you actually were for that test.
“Ah ok, let me know if you need help ok?’’ Jackson kindly offers, while smiling.
‘’I will, thanks’’ You smile, turning your head back to the front.
After leaving the classroom, you make your way towards the University’s exit to meet Melanie who was waiting for you at the coffeeshop. You slightly jump up when you feel a hand on your upper back, stopping you in your tracks. Turning around to see who’s arm it was, you see Jackson’s cheerful face smiling at you.
‘’Hey, i wanted to ask you something. I thought it would be kinda lame if i asked it over text.’’ He mutters, scratching the back of his neck with his hand.
‘’Wow, that sounds pretty serious. Should i prepare myself for your question?’’ You joke
“No.. No. I just. I uh.. I wanted to ask you if you want to go and have a drink with me tonight.’’ He stutters while uncomfortably darting his eyes around before back at you.
A little shocked by his sudden nervousness, you laugh. ’’You don’t have to be so shy about it weirdo’’ You joke, prodding his shoulder with your hand.
Embarrassed by his obvious nervousness, he shakes his head while putting his face in the palm and laughing at himself.
“I’d love to go.’’ You finally answer him, your voice in a higher tone.
‘’Great! Pick you up at eight?’’ He asks joyfully
“Sounds good.’’ You smile
Watching him walk away backwards, you start laughing when you see him bumping his back into a girl who was talking to her friend.
Walking towards the coffeeshop you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about your former professor. You were still weak for him. Yes, your transfer had helped you get over most of your heartbreak and your new class was a lot better than you could’ve wished for, but still, your love for him had only become more complicated. His words had plagued your mind for weeks. You could sometimes still feel the anger build up when your memories brought back the image of him and his wife entering that coffeeshop. Maybe it was a good thing Jackson asked you out you thought to yourself. Maybe he could help you finally get over that asshole. It was a little bit of a selfish thought, but Jackson was a sweet guy and if it wasn’t for the heartbreak, you would’ve probably already asked him out yourself. And besides, a cute guy like him being that nervous to ask a girl out is just adorable.
‘’Tool. ’’ You silently say to yourself while rolling your eyes while widely smiling at his clumsiness before entering the coffeeshop. Spotting Melanie sitting in a booth in the back, you decide to get yourself a coffee first.
Sliding next to Melanie who was rapidly typing her fingers on the keyboard of her laptop, you take a sip of your hot coffee.
‘’Hey boo.’’ Melanie says, not taking her eyes off the bright screen of her laptop.
You giggled at the sight of her big black hipster glasses covering her small face, before greeting her.
‘’I’m sorry, i gotta finish this reeeal quick.’’ She hastily says.
Silence fills the space between you and your friend as she continues typing on her laptop. Staring into the coffeeshop, your eyes fall on a couple who seemed to be having an argument about something. While taking another sip of your coffee and watching the pair, the the image of Professor Park and his wife sitting at the table in the front comes ghosting your memory again. You wondered if they ever fought. Of course they did. Or maybe not? You didn’t know the woman at all, and even though you had no right to, you hated her with every inch of your body. What was so great about her? What did she have that you didn’t? Yes, she was presumably a couple of years older than you, and unlike you, she probably had her shit together. But still, what made him want to marry her? Those questions made you insecure and sometimes somewhat obsessive.
‘’How was class?’’ Melanie asks, bringing the coffee cup to her lips while looking at you.
‘’Good.’’ You mouth absently, still staring at the couple.
Shaking your head from your thoughts you turn back facing your friend.
‘’Sorry, i was lost in my thoughts for a sec.’’ You reply, after focusing your attention back to Melanie.
‘’About what?’’ she asks, wriggling her eyebrows and throwing one leg over your lap.
When you’re just about to say something, Melanie interrupts you ’’No wait let me guess, you were thinking about that hottie from your new class, who you haven’t introduced me to by the way.’’ She smirks. ‘’What was his name again Jack?’’
‘’Jackson.’’ You reply
‘’He uh.. He asked me out just before i came here.’’
‘’Whuuut! No waaaay.’’ Melanie almost shouts while taking her leg off your lap and starts leaning forward. Gaping at you for a few seconds.
‘’Yes. ’’ You chuckled
‘’And?’’ She asked, stretching her neck out forward and raising an eyebrow.
‘’And, are you gonna bang em?’’ Melanie asked, leaning back and bringing her coffeecup to her lips.
‘’NO! You dumbass’’ You laugh. ‘’I said yes tho. He is going to pick me up at eight tonight.’’ You shyly smile, sounding a little proud.
‘’Good. You could use some lovin, girl.’’ Melanie winks
‘’How was he today..’’ You ask, after a few moments of silence
‘’Who Park? He’s an asshole (Y/N) forget him.’’ she scoffs, looking back at her screen.
‘’I just want you to forget about him. I want my old friend back. The confident one.’’ Her voice sounding a little warmer now.
Lowering your gaze to your lap, you start nervously playing with the hem of your shirt.
“Look at me.’’ Melanie commands, raising your chin with her finger. “You deserve better, man.’’
Nodding in response, you prudently smile at your friend.
Her words were sweet, and you were sure she meant them, but you had to believe them yourself, and you didn’t.
‘’I’m sure he’s fucking some other student now anyway.’’ She mouths, looking back at her laptop.
‘’Really what makes you think that?.’’ You ask in a rushed voice, swiftly darting your eyes back to your friend’s, sounding slightly upset.
‘’Calm dooown.’’ She frames ‘’I’m just assuming with him being a dick and all.’’ She states, lazily.
“Whatever he can do whatever he wants right? Fuck him.’’ You said, sounding unconvinced.
‘’Yeah! That’s the spirit. And besides, you got a date with a hot guy tonight so fuck Park.’’ She says, wriggling her eyebrows.
‘’Anyway we better get back, we gotta be in class in 15 minutes’’ You sigh, taking your bag and sliding out of the booth.
‘’Yeah let’s go.’’ Melanie says, taking the lid of her coffeecup between her teeth and taking her things before getting out as well.
- 8 PM
After getting a text from Jackson, you hastily take your things and leave your apartment to go on your date with him.
“Hey’’ You greet him with a smile.
“Hey, you look.. g-great!’’ He says, scratching the back of his neck nervously, while scanning you down as you get in the car. His eyes stopping on your tight bordeaux over-shoulder dress.
‘’Well you texted me to wear something fancy but danceable so here you go’’ You shrug, jokingly.
‘’Where are we going anyways?’’ You ask, as he drives away from the campus.
‘’You’ll see.’’ He mischievously smirks, looking at you before looking back at the road.
Arriving at a street full of nightclubs, you continue to stare out of your window, looking at the nicely dressed people walking down the sidewalk. The people here were obviously rich or something, you thought to yourself. Looking at the terraces, you see people smoking cigars, wearing flashy watches and expensive suits.
‘’Wow this looks a little out of reach for a couple of college students’’ You mutter, looking at Jackson before turning back to stare at the sophisticated individuals.
‘’Well, you’re kind of right yeah.’’ He laughed, watching you stare out of your window.
‘’We’re going to go to that club.’’ Jackson points at a place a little further, pushing his finger against your window.
“Really.. How? I don’t understand..’’ You ask, looking confused.
‘’Just come with me’’ Jackson calmly smiled after parking his car.
You both get out and he jokingly holds his elbow out for you to grab onto.
When arriving in front of the club, you see a massive line of well dressed people waiting to get in.
‘’How are we ever going to get in here? I’m not even 21 and look at that massive line. It will take ages’’ You state, giving Jackson a questionable look.
Taking your hand without saying anything, Jackson pulls you passed the endless waiting line towards the enormous bouncer and a girl who was wearing an earpiece and held a clipboard in her hand.
‘’What are you doing? You’re going to make a fool out of us!’’ You silently shout, making Jackson instantly chuckle.
“You’re so cute, just come with me. The bouncer has a crush on me.’’ Jackson said, pulling you with him.
When the bouncer sees the both of you, he nods at the girl and she immediately unhooks the cord and let’s you both pass. When walking passed them, the bouncer winks at Jackson without smiling, making you even more confused.
When inside, you tuck on Jackson’s arm. ‘’What just happened?’’ You ask, stopping you both from moving before shaking your head confusingly and furrowing your eyebrows at him.
‘’I told you. The bouncer wants a piece of this.’’ He smirks, wriggling his eyebrows while taking his jacket his jacket off.
After laughing at your very confused face he starts talking again. ‘’No, just kidding, my uncle owns this place.’’ He explains, taking your jacket of off you and handing it to the guard robe lady. ’’I can go whenever i want.’’
‘’Wow, that’s pretty cool.’’
‘’Yeah, i guess it is.’’ He shrugged, taking your hand as he walks towards the major marble opening, in the shape of a half moon.
As you both walk in, you couldn’t believe your eyes. The place was amazing. It was one gigantic white marble room, with the ceiling shaped as a dome. And in the middle of the dance floor, there was huge fountain spewing water in all shapes and colours. The DJ booth was located on the white balcony of the second floor, facing the entire club.
‘’This place is amazing Jackson.’’ You say, slapping his chest, still looking around in awe.
‘’I’m glad you like it.’’ He smiled. ‘’It used to be an orthodox church, but they renewed the place.
‘’It’s amazing! I’ve never seen anything like it.’’
Taking your hand, he guides you to a vip like area and you sit down on one of the suede sofa’s.
After a bit of talking and drinking some fruity cocktails, you feel yourself getting restless from the buzz of the alcohol.
‘’Let’s go dancing!’’ You shout excitingly, taking Jackson’s hand and pulling you with him as you make your way towards the dance floor.
As you both start dancing, you notice Jackson getting a little nervous, as he starts avoiding your gaze. Feeling bold, you take his hand and start dancing more close to him.
You had to admit, you were feeling pretty good and you were having fun dancing around with Jackson. For the first time in weeks you didn’t feel insecure and actually felt confident about yourself. You didn’t know if it was because you were falling for Jackson or simply because a cute boy gave you the attention and admiration you so desperately needed. The way Jackson looked at you was so different from the way Mr. Park had looked at you back then. Jackson eyes showed adoration, fondness, cherish. While Park’s eyes showed, lust, desire and hunger. You couldn’t understand why you were so fond of the man. All you two really had was one sexual moment. He didn’t promise you love, nor commitment. Maybe you were the kind of person that just wanted the things she couldn’t have.
‘’I really like your hair up like that! You should do it more often.’’ Jackson shouts over the music, his eyes twinkling.
Smiling in response, you lift his hand over you head and start doing a little twist beneath it, rolling your back into his chest. Feeling him stiffen under your touch, you lift your hand and place it behind his neck, letting your head slightly rest on his shoulder.
After three minutes of intimate slow dancing you lift your head back up, facing the dance floor. Your eyes fall on the face of your former professor, standing a little further away from the dance floor, looking at the two of you in complete shock. Blinking a few times, trying to apprehend if this wasn’t one of your memories, playing the image of his flawless features. The image of the man you’d been avoiding for the last couple of months. The man who broke your heart.
It was him, you were sure.
Damn he looks good.
You noticed him scanning your body from top to bottom with his eyes, and after meeting his gaze for a few seconds, he turns back to the group of guys he was with.
Isn’t he with his dumb wife?
You thought, almost saying it out loud in disgust.
All of a sudden you started feeling like this was your golden opportunity to take revenge on the man. You turn around and start kissing Jackson.
After half a minute of intense kissing, you break loose from the kiss. Jackson’s eyes were filled with bliss and his whole demeanor smiled while still holding your neck with his hand.
You felt kind of wrong for using Jackson in your little revenge play, but that didn’t even come close to the amount of thrill your felt from the slight chance you had at making your professor jealous.
Slowly turning around to see if he was still looking at you, Jackson suddenly grabs your hand.
“My uncle texted me to come see him upstairs for a few minutes. Do you want to come with me?’’ Jackson asked considerately.
‘’No, no! That’s ok i needed to pee anyway.’’ You smile.
Quickly turning around to see if Park was still looking at you, you notice him to be gone.
Has he really left?
Looking around to see if he had maybe walked over to another spot, you notice the little group of people he was with to be gone too.
You walk over to the big hall where the toilets were located. Your eyes shifting around, searching for a familiar face, hoping there would still be a slight possibility he’d be here.
When you pass by the thick marble pillar connected to the wall, you feel two hands grabbing you by your waist, pulling you closer.
The lobby of the club was a lot darker and you had to blink a few times to adjust your eyes to make up the face that was only inches away from yours. Your heart starts racing when you recognize the familiar face of your former professor. Park.
‘’Hhmmhh.. Look at you’’ He hummed, biting his lip and staring at you with intense desire. His voice thick with arousal.
‘’What are you doing?! Professor, I came here with someone.’’ You say, trying to push him off of you.
‘’Ah, I love it when you call me that baby’’ He purred down your neck, not letting go of your waist and placing his lips on the soft flesh of your neck and trailing down kisses on your strapless shoulders, sending your body shivers like no other could.
Feeling him so close to you made your breath become unsteady from arousal. He broke you, humiliated you and changed you into this obsessive insecure girl that lost almost all of her confidence, yet still had you wrapped around his finger in a matter of seconds. That thought made you angry. Pulling yourself loose from his grip, you take one step backward.
‘’Don’t you have a wife to go to? Professor.’’ You scoff, your voice slight shaky, laced with build up insecurities.
‘’Jimin.’’ He sighed.
‘’Call me Jimin.’’ He warmly smiled, looking into your eyes as if you were someone he genuinely cared for.
Not being able to bring up the words, you stay silent, just looking at him with slightly parted lips.
‘’You make me go insane, you know that?’’ He says, taking a step closer to you. ‘’I mean look at you.. You gave me a hard on just by standing there.’’ He slowly sneaks his hand around your butt cheek.
‘’You’re drunk’’ You state while carefully scanning his face.
‘’Oh is that so?’’ Placing his hand on the back of your thigh, he slowly lowers himself in front of you, still looking into your eyes. ‘’Man.. What i would to get a taste of you right know.’’ He purrs, sneaking his other hand under the split of your dress. Reaching your panties, he gently eases two fingers inside your soaking wet core, making you quietly moan, but loud enough for him to hear.
“Fuck.’’ He breaths ‘’You’re tight little pussy is soaking wet.’’ His words slurred and his eyelids hanging from both arousal and the buzz of the alcohol.
‘’Do you like me filling you up baby?’’ Jimin breaths. You quietly moan at the feeling of his fingers slowly going in and out your still very tight core.
“No, no. Stop, there are people here. And this isn’t right. I came here with someone. I have to go back to him before he comes looking for me.’’ You say, sounding out of breath, pulling his hand away as you take a step back.
‘’What? You mean that clown you were kissing back there?’’ Jimin snorts, getting back up he points his head towards the direction of the dance floor while laughing in a condescending manner. ‘’You need a real man (Y/N), not some college douchebag who probably doesn’t even know how to give it to you right.’’
You remain silent, your gaze fixed on the ground.
‘’Let me take you home.’’ He says, his voice warm but low.
His words felt like honey to your ears. He wanted you so bad and you loved every second of it. Though you wanted nothing more than to leave with him, your intuition was screaming for you not to give in. For you to go back to Jackson who actually liked you for you and didn’t use you or break your heart. Jackson was cute, sweet and fun to be with but your love for Jimin Park was so much more than just a crush, your heart literally skipped a beat every time your name rolled of his skillful slick tongue. You’d never felt anything like this, ever.
‘’I can’t.. You broke me heart.’’ You finally answer, looking back into his eyes.
Jimin sighs. “(Y/N) look..’’ He says stroking your jaw. ‘’I’m sorry if i hurt you.. It’s just.. I can’t stop thinking about you. You are the woman of my dreams.’’
The woman of his dreams.. Did he really mean that?
‘’Really?’’ You shyly smile.
‘’Yes. I’m just in a complicated situation right now.’’ He said.
You were unable to tell if he was being honest. You would probably buy anything that came from his mouth. You were putty in his hands, locked under his spell.
‘’I want to keep seeing you. Please let me take you home tonight.’’
Your obsession with him had become unhealthy. You often found yourself imagining him calling his wife and letting the phone lay next to you while he fucked you, and you moaned his name in between the sound of skin slapping skin. You were so jealous of a woman you didn’t even know that it had made your thoughts somewhat wicked and hateful towards her. You wanted him all to yourself.
After a few seconds of silence you answer.
‘’I’ll go with you on one condition..’’
‘’Anything’’ He replies, looking straight into your eyes. His voice clear.
‘’I want you to take me to your house, and fuck me on your kitchen counter while your wife is asleep in your bedroom.’’ You boldly state, looking into his eyes with all the seriousness, making him widen his eyes and parting his lips at your words.
‘’What.. A-are you being serious?’’ He raises his eyebrows at you.
‘’Yes. If you want to fuck me professor, you have to take me to your house and do me while your wife is asleep.’’ You reply innocently but clear.
‘’I.. I can’t do that (Y/N)..’’
‘’Why not? She’s asleep, she won’t notice. I’ll be very quiet.’’ You promise, biting your lip while looking him into is eyes.
You were so desperate for him to give in. You just wanted some kind of confirmation that he didn’t value her as much as you thought he did.
After some consideration, Jimin gives in. ‘’Let’s go.’’ He says without smiling, looking at you with his lust filled eyes.
Getting into Jimin’s car, you text Jackson that you weren’t feeling good and took a cab home. You felt awful for leaving Jackson like that, and you would probably hate yourself in the morning, but for now you just couldn’t bring yourself to care as your body was high on the rush of endorphins.
I’m sorry it sucked, i promise the next part will be better.
Chvrches and Haim are two female singing acts that both got their big breaks in 2014 and now we get to see them both in this great mash up. They’re both two different styles in terms of singing but with If I Could Change Your Mind the upbeat backing music works extremely well with the lead singer of Chvrches quirky singing voice - Jakk
I sort of skipped over the ‘from’ part and just went to making an intro, ahah;; Sora’s direction is actually really (scarily!) good, she just likes taking a bunch of weird detours trying to find the Kitsune Hamlet. Somehow, though, she continues to find people to sell things to so maybe the detours weren’t so weird after all…?
She’s an eccentric but affable girl whose jokes can sometimes tip a bit into the mean spirited area. She is slow to trust but extremely quick to get attached once that threshold has been crossed, and her reactions to physical affection vary accordingly. She hates having debts and being on the losing end of things, so if she offers you something that puts her at a disadvantage you can be 69% sure that it’s a ploy of some sort. Even if that ploy is spending more time with you. Though she plays at being coy and enjoys gossip to a worrying degree, her feelings are usually quite pure and straightforward. Sells both physical wares and information.
Since her adoptive father’s passing, she’s been on the search for a new home. She has a few complexes about her kitsune heritage, and strives to keep it hidden (especially since it’s been drilled into her that she’d probably die if anyone found out). Since she’s stayed at least approximately 100 yards away from any and all beaststones and has yet to transform once, she has a lot of urges that she has no idea what to do with. The extra energy seems to have tipped over to the opposite end and wound up with her being extra lazy instead. She’s chasing the Hamlet more for the idea of family more than any real love for her kinsmen.