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"I'm not going to kiss you," he mumbled, although he kept her held close to him with his forehead lent on hers letting their champagne breath mingle in the inch of space between them. "I don't want you to cry again, especially not for me."
"I've cried over you many times before," she smirked, her hands roaming around under his jacket, feeling the strong rope of muscle in his back, "What's one more?" He could feel her pulling him closer but there was enough reason in his mind to hold back, even in his drunken state. Although it was taking every ounce of self-control within him because he finally had her, she was at his mercy, trapped between his body and a wall, and more than that, she was egging him on.
Just an inch forward and he'd have her. A tiny movement and their mouths would finally meet. The air was getting hotter and hotter the longer they stayed there. He was struggling to breathe in anything but the sweet alcohol scented air she was expelling, tightening his chest. It had been maddening enough taking in fresh air when he could feel her body against his, every curve and muscle, her toned arms winding around him as he'd wiped away the escaped tears. He'd hushed her, gently brushing the hair from her face allowing him to fully appreciate the picture before him. He'd never seen a person look so beautiful when they cried, The glossiness of her still teary eyes was mesmerising and drawing him ever closer...
"What the hell are you doing?"
The party had been a hit, with the majority of guests still young and looking for any excuse for fun. The members had gotten drunk after Sihyuk-nim had made his exit around eight p.m. And had willingly gathered on the dance floor to perform the choreography of IOI's Very Very Very; after that, there was no removing them. They were going to dance till the venue kicked them out. Well, most of them, Jungkook was hiding again and Namjoon was... actually Mimie wasn't entirely sure where Namjoon was because he had been by the bar, but she could only see Hana there now.
Taking a moment to herself, Mimie stepped outside, gasping for some fresh, un-condition air that was drying her mouth and skin out, as it had been all day. Letting out a deep sigh, she allowed her head to fall back just enough to feel a stretch and then slowly she rolled the tension out of her shoulders, dropping her head from side to side every now and then. She hadn't anticipated how stressful the day would be and now she was tied in knots that even the strong glass of whisky, bought for her by Yoongi, couldn't ease.
"Do you... I could..." An unexpected presence made Mimie jump, had she known she'd had an audience she wouldn't have made such a meal of her aching muscles. Jungkook cleared his throat and started again, ignoring the way Mimie's embarrassed flush seemed to travel up the soft pale skin on her neck from her softly defined collar bones.
"I can do that for you... if you want?" he offered, gesturing vaguely to her hand which was still holding the opposite shoulder where she'd attempted a self-massage. "I do it for the members all the time..." he added as if his skin-ship with his hyungs somehow excused the offer. Maybe one glass of champagne less and she would have refused, but he looked so harmless under the moonlight and a part of her delirious self still remembered how it felt to crave his touch. So she nodded, letting her hand fall away and turning her back to him.
