Enigma | Park Jimin FF

~06~

The clanking of glass and the loud music dully resonated in the background of Jimin's mind, the alcohol in his system making his words slur as he tried to fish his phone out of his pants pocket. Multiple empty shot glasses laid before him, the bartender eyeing Jimin as his fingers fumbled to pull the rectangular device out. He watched as the drunken man unsuccessfully tried to perform a simple task, his ring clad fingers unable to push through the pocket of his tight jeans. The black pants had women drooling over him, as the fabric hugged his thighs perfectly. While it did make him look like a greek god it was uncomfortable and did make the pockets much smaller than normal mens pants, which made simple tasks such as pulling out a phone even harder when you were drunk shitless.

His useless fumbling quickly stopped when he spotted a woman coming towards him, the same woman his eyes secretly searched for when Ara was right next to him, the same woman the both of them had a fight about. He gulped thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in the process. His dark eyes followed her every movement, analysing how she looked or how her long hair swayed behind her bare back if it weren't for her dark locks covering it. The air was thick as she made eye contact with Jimin, seemingly catching him off guard. Before he knew it she was already seated next to him on the same chair his girlfriend was seated in minutes ago.

Her long fingers threaded through her silky locks, messing up her perfectly straight hair. Jimin broke out of his trance, his face reddening when he caught her tugging her lower lip in between her pearly white teeth.

"Hey..I saw what happened with you and your girlfriend. I hope I wasn't the cause of that.." she asked softly, an innocent smile plastered on her pretty face, a huge contrast to her seductive stare seconds ago.

"H-huh? Oh yeah I'm fine. You didn't do anything.. She was just being overdramatic. It's no big deal, she'll forget it and move on." his reply was off putting, his tone irritated and angered as if Ara's name was venom in his mouth. The alcohol and their previous argument fueling him to act nonchalant about the whole situation and act as if Ara was the one who was wrong.

"Oh. That's good then. Anyway, I'm Yeji.. Hwang Yeji."
Jimin tried to ignore the way she placed her right hand on his thigh, or the way her perfectly manicured fingers curled around it. He could hear voices whispering in his ear, telling him to stop her. Push her hand away and walk back to his girlfr- fiancé. Stop Yeji because he has a fiance. Because he loves her. Because he wants to spend the rest of his days with the love of his life.

It was simple. Stop Yeji. Yet he didn't do it, because his mind was all over the place. A haze seemed to block his sense of rationality as he just sat idly for a few seconds before finally deciding to say something.

"Jimin." he bluntly replied, darting his tongue out and wetting his chapped lips. He could feel guilt rush over his body, he knew Ara wouldn't like it if he talked to her, yet he still continued.

He could feel the hand that was previously resting upon his thigh start to hike up, so slow that it was barely noticeable. His mind went into a frenzy, a jumbled mess of thoughts that whirled like a tornado in his head. Does he let her continue? He knew he'll never forgive himself if Ara found out. But he didn't want her to stop. In Fact he wanted her to continue, he knew that if it wasn't for Ara he would have probably already given in to Yeji the moment he laid eyes on her. He wouldn't admit it but he found her unbelievably attractive. His breath hitched when he felt her lean in, her expensive perfume immediately wafting through his senses.