A/N: If you get the reference in the title, I will love you forever! Hint: Charles, Xavier. -Admin Germane :3
Word Count: 1482
You first saw him at a club a few days ago. You normally didn’t frequent these places, and were feeling out of place in your little black dress. You had only come to listen to the new band that was performing, but the booze was plentiful, and soon you were tipsy and starting to become bold in your actions. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed him sit down next to you.
“What’s a pretty lady like you doing in a crappy place like this?” he asked you. His voice was smooth, his eyes dark, and his face was beautiful. Honestly, he was prettier than most people in the world, and it was a wonder why he was talking with you.
“I needed to…release some tension.” you said. You picked your words carefully, his lean but muscular body was eye candy for you and you had to bite your cherry stained lips from releasing a groan.
“Oh, is that so? Have you been able to release this tension?” he smirked, placing his hand on your left thigh. His thumb stroked the exposed skin carefully, thoroughly, before his hand squeezed softly. You licked your lips, subconsciously moving towards his touch as you shook your head. The man tsked, his eyes growing darker as his hand moved higher. He leaned down towards your ear, nipping the skin softly before speaking.
“Would you like me to help you feel good?” his voice grew husky and his lips were plush, hot, and wet against your skin.
“Please?” you moaned softly. The man led you out to the dance floor, molding himself to you as his hips moved sinfully against yours. You returned his passion, moving your hips and throwing your arms around his shoulders as your lips nibbled at his neck. You could feel the man growl in his throat and he leaned down to place a hot kiss on your lips. You melted in his arms, kissing him back with fervor. His lips were so soft, you didn’t want to stop kissing him. But the nagging voice in the back of your mind woke up and red sirens flashed in your mind.
“H-Hey,” you mumbled, pulling his hands off of your body. “I-I’m sorry, but I have a boyfriend.” you admitted softly.
“What he doesn’t know won’t kill him.” the man smirked, leaning down to capture your lips again but you stepped away.
“I’m sorry. You’re really attractive and an amazing kisser, but-”
“Then stay.” he tempted, trying to get closer to you but you kept stepping back.
“I can’t. Sorry.” you rushed, making a run towards the door but he grabbed your wrist.
“Will I ever see you again? I didn’t even get your name.” he looked at you with pleading eyes and your heart skipped a beat.
“Don’t count on it. I’m sorry.” you ripped your hand away and left the club in a rush. You felt awful for betraying your boyfriend, but why did you feel even worse for leaving this mystery man behind?
You were out of milk. That was the only reason you went to the grocery store two days later. It was supposed to be a get in, get out mission, but the coupons and sales at the door tempted you. Before you knew it you were ripping out coupons and putting bargain priced foods in your shopping cart.
“Hmm, there’s a buy one get one free deal on pints of ice cream. Should I?” you muttered to yourself, looking down at the ad wearily. You had already picked up deals on discounted pasta, peanuts, and salad mixers. Also grabbing a deal on tomatoes and garlic for 69 cents a pound. You turned down the frozen isles subconsciously, staring at the ice cream in the case with a glare.
“You’re the devils food, you are.” you muttered, grabbing one chocolate and one cookies and cream. Your roommate was on her period, and she’d thank you later for picking up her favorite ice cream. That’s when you saw him.
He stood at the other end of the isle, looking at the frozen vegetables. He looked different from when you last saw him; he wore dad jeans and a pastel pull over sweater, and he had large, circular wire-rimmed glasses perched over his eyes. His hair was tousled and messy, but that somehow only made him look more attractive. His lips were just as you remembered; pink and plump. You were so shocked you dropped one of the ice creams, and it rolled and rolled, gently hitting his foot. He looked down, picking up the ice cream and searching for the owner when his eyes locked with yours. He moved towards you, a small smirk etched on his lips.
“I believe this is yours?” he asked, handing you the ice cream.
“You look different.” you spoke without thinking, and he chuckled at your outburst.
“I could say the same about you,” he eyed you carefully, staring at your low-cut shirt, gray sweatpants, and black converse.
“I didn’t expect staying here for long.” you admitted, running a hand through your messy hair.
“It’s alright, I’m a bargain hunter too. You look cute though.” he smiled and you stared at him in shock; whether out of the compliment or that you met someone that liked couponing as much as you did.
“Do you mind if I shop with you?” he asked, you bit your lip hesitantly.
“I guess.” you agreed, and the man’s face lit up.
“It’s Seokjin, by the way.” he held out his hand to you when he brought his own cart over to yours. You took it.
“Y/N.” you allowed a small smile to spread over your cheeks.
You forgot to buy the milk.
After the shopping incident you allowed Seokjin to become your friend, letting him over to your place more and more; mainly to have a fun cooking buddy. He was sweet, corny, but seductive at the same time. Multiple times you had to remind him of your taken status when his hands traveled too low during a hug or when his eyes lingered for too long. And multiple times you had to excuse yourself, trying to stop your racing heart.
You were at his place today, curled up on his couch as you watched a chick-flick with him. Your boyfriend didn’t like the sappy romance much, but Seokjin did, so he became your movie buddy. You both were watching “The Notebook” today.
“Don’t you think it’s so romantic Seokjin? He wrote to her, every single day.” you gushed. Seokjin chuckled, the arm he placed around your shoulders tugging you closer.
“Yeah, it is. But I’m a much better kisser than Ryan Gosling is.” he tsked, watching the kissing scene in the rain with dissatisfaction.
“Oh c'mon, that scene is iconic! You’re just jealous.” you protested.
“Am not! I can prove it though.” he smirked, leaning his head down closer to yours. You scooted away.
“I have a boyfriend, remember?” you reminded him and he groaned.
“Alright! Fine! I cave Y/N, you win! Now please, just kiss me. I haven’t kissed you in a week, your boyfriend is dying here.” Seokjin begged, giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes in the world. You giggled and gave him what he wanted.
His lips attacked yours, savoring the feel and the taste that was purely you. You smiled at his eagerness and cupped his cheeks, giving him more stability to work with. His hands ran through your hair, pulling you closer in a frenzy of passion and pent up frustration. He made out with you for what seemed like forever, his tongue joining the party somewhere in the mix, before he finally let you go, both of your faces flushed and lips bruised.
“Jesus babe, I didn’t think you’d last that long.” you laughed as he brought you into his arms.
“What can I say, I’m pretty amazing, but your acting is getting better baby!” Seokjin encouraged, giving you a peck on the cheek.
“Thank you, but you owe me dinner now, and it better be beef. I think I deserve it for not touching my boyfriend for a week.” Seokjin scoffed.
“You?! What about my pain? I had to flirt but not touch to stay in character, that was torture when you looked so pretty.” he whined.
“You broke character first, and rules are rules.” you teased, and Seokjin pouted.
“Fine. But we’re not doing another role-play session for a while; I need to memorize your body again, it seems like it’s been forever since I last touched you.” he said, letting his hands wander down to cup and squeeze your ass.
“You’re so needy Seokjin.” you moaned softly, and he smirked.
“You’re one to talk babe. C'mon, I don’t think I can wait any longer before I lose my self-control.”