#interracialfanfic

[pocminiseries]

Condemned.

➵♜Type: Purely Fiction/Halloween Special ➵♜Pairing: Kim Taehyung, Cha Eunwoo & Jung Wooyoung x OC ➵♜Warnings: Mature, Adult Content, Drama, Explicit Language, Intense Themes, Reverse Harem ➵♜Genre: Romance, Fanfiction, Smut, Interracial, Urban, Non-Music Related ➵♜Summary: In which she discovers the men in 4B aren't quite who they claim to be.

☠|Halloween & Chaos

Riley couldn't remember much as she held her aching, bloody knuckles under a flow of cool water in silence.

But what she could recall was her fist repeatedly hitting a woman she barely knew and then being roughly pulled away by her cousin. Everything seemed to happen fast yet in slow motion at the same time that it left her mind hazy.

Her soft sniffles filled her ears making her realize that she had been crying. Looking in the mirror, she watched as a few tears fell from her eyes and down her face, as memories of what happened started to come back.

Since this morning when she had stepped foot on campus, she had felt eyes on her. Although she would catch people staring at her curiously, the glares and mean mugs definitely didn't go unnoticed, still she ignored them all as she always did.

Riley was aware of what today was and what it represented beside it being Halloween.

It was a day she knew she should've stayed hidden away in her apartment.

Even when her cousin, Brandy, dragged her to a random Halloween party the looks never stopped.

However, it was when Riley was approached by some random female with her ex close behind that changed everything.

It was the words the girl spoke that caused Riley to snap. Words that she hated hearing.

Now here she stood, cleaning her hand of blood that didn't belong to her.

"I'm fine Brandy, I promise," Riley says out loud, placing her phone on the sink countertop once she answered. Turning off the faucet, she grabbed a few paper towels wiping her hands clean then her face as she pulled herself together.

"Are you sure? I can take you back home if you want. Matter of fact, where are you?" Riley could barely make out Brandy's words over the loud music in the background, even with her being on speakerphone.

"I'm in one of the bathrooms upstairs. Don't worry about me. I'll be back down in a few minutes,"

The party was being held in a house big as hell. In her attempt to separate herself from everyone, she made so many different turns until she found a bathroom to hide in and she knew getting back would be a challenge.

"Are you positive you're ok Riley? Don't be fucking lying either,"

A soft smile formed across Riley's face at her cousin's concern. "Yes. I'm positive. I'll see you in a minute,"

"Text me when you make it back. I can barely hear you," Brandy advises before she hung up, leaving Riley to her thoughts.

Letting out a deep breath, Riley turned her attention towards the mirror to look herself over. She was surprised her white and gold goddess costume remained intact and blood free as she examined the material carefully.

Although physically she looked fine, mentally she needed a break.

As soon as Riley stepped out into the hallway, she felt it. A chill went up her spine causing her to shiver as a sense of uneasiness filled her veins. Her dark eyes darted around her surroundings, searching for any indication of danger but she quickly realized that she was alone....and everything was eerily silent.

"Yeah aight," Riley mumbles to herself, assuming that she was probably overthinking things. Considering the massive size of the house, she thought the silence was because she was probably on the other side of the house away from the party itself. She couldn't even feel the thump of the bass much less hear people talking.

It was just her and for some reason, it made Riley nervous. So much so that even the hair on the back of her neck stood up.

Each step she took, it felt as though the hallway seemed to never end, or at least in her mind it didn't.

And that was when she heard it.

A slight ding of what sounded like a bell. Similar to the ones Riley heard around Christmas time.

Her feet picked up speed without her even realizing it and she soon found herself powerwalking and turning a random corner, no longer caring if she knew where the fuck she was going.

However, when the sound of the bell met Riley's ears again, only much closer this time, she knew she was no longer alone. Someone was following her and she could sense it.

Her fight and flight senses were kicking in and while she was scared, she was mad as hell too cause who the hell was playing games with her?

"Whoever you are, you need to stop before I-"

"Before you what?"

In an instant, Riley stopped dead in her tracks as fear consumed her. That voice...it was the type of voice that was silken yet so malevolent that it made her knees weak.

Riley barely turned her head when out of the corner of her eye she saw a shadow whisk by. She wanted to believe that it was just her imagination fuckin with her but she knew better,

In her scared state, she barely felt the warm hand grab her shoulder causing her to turn around only to see nothing. Her eyes darted around every inch of the empty hallway in fear all while Riley was doing her best to keep herself from screaming like an idiot.

This was some scary movie type of shit and she was not feeling it one bit.

"Stop messin with me!" She demanded, still too afraid to move. Whoever was taunting her was doing a good ass job. She understood that it was Halloween but this was too much.

They were trying to scare her and it was working.

Closing her eyes for a second, Riley took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her raging nerves. Thinking that maybe she was tripping and letting her mind get the best of her.

Unfourtnely, the thought seemed to evaporate as soon as she opened her eyes and turned around.

"Boo!"

On instinct, Riley swung only to have her already sore fist caught with ease by the man standing in front of her. A whimper fell past her lips as they gave it a slight squeeze much to her discomfort.

Their eyes were penetrating and dark, so black that Riley could see her reflection in them. "Don't move," The man advised, holding her wrist tightly.

"Excuse me?" Riley replied with disbelief. It was like the air around them grew cold. The only warmth she felt was from his gloved hand.

The man watched with emotionless eyes as she finally took all of him in.

He stood tall in a black and white costume with his face painted mimicking an evil jester to match. But what Riley noticed the most were the bells that dangled from his headpiece.

As if he could read her mind, the man moved his head slightly, causing one of the bells to ring. Riley instantly took a step back, only to feel something hard behind her.

"You want to run with nowhere to hide...that's cute," Spoke a smooth, husky voice right behind her. Riley involuntarily shivered, feeling a pair of lips brush against her earlobe.

Snapping her head towards the voice, Riley was met with another pair of dark eyes except for one being covered by a whitened contact lens. Just like the man in front of her, he too wore a jester costume but in black and red.

"What is this? Some kind of a joke?" Riley croaks out, looking at the man who still had a death grip on her wrist.

She watched as his head turned a bit at her question. "Not at all princess. In fact, we want you terrified," He smirks, looking evil as hell. "You're almost there,"

His response made Riley's head hurt. The fuck were these people on?

"Let go of me," She fussed, attempting to pull free from him but the man barely seemed to budge. Not at all fazed by her trying to break free.

"Never," Said the one behind her, placing soft kisses along her exposed shoulder. Riley moved away from him, ignoring his low chuckles.

"Besides, we're here to celebrate with you," The man in front of her tells her, catching her attention. "Today is a special day is it not?" He questions, briefly making eye contact with the man behind her.

It didn't take Riley long to know what he meant. "You're sick,"

"What did they call your dad again?" He questions mockingly, snapping his fingers as if he was trying to think of the name. The very name everyone labeled her father as. The very name she loathed.

"The Se-"

"Stop!" Riley blurts out, feeling her tears prickle in the corners of her eyes. "Let go of me!" She demanded once more. This wasn't funny and she was getting angry the longer she stood there trapped between these men she didn't even know.

"Don't worry princess, that will change sooner than you think,"

"Real soon," The black and red Jester confirms, twirling a piece of Riley's hair with his fingers. "You can thank your beloved father for that,"

Riley snapped her gaze towards him, confused by their words. "What are you talking about?"

The man behind her simply smiled causing a shiver to run down her spine. How could something so beautiful look so deadly? It confused her. And the way he looked at her...

"You'll see," He reassures her, softly caressing her cheek. He found himself mesmerized by her beauty just as he was when he first laid eyes on her after so many years.

They all were so fascinated by her.

Riley could only stare at him, feeling conflicted by her situation. "But fair warning though princess," The black and white jester speaks up, grabbing her attention once more. "You have approximately six minutes to get out of this house before it's burned to the ground,"

She watched him lean down until their nose practically were touching. She begins to wonder if either one of them knew the meaning of personal space. "You won't remember us but we'll leave you with this,"

Before Riley could ask what he meant, he leaned closer brushing his lips against hers just as she felt another pair on her neck. She barely had time to react when he kissed her. All the confusion, fear and anger she felt were wiped away by a wave of bliss and pure temptation.

But just as soon as it started, it was over and there Riley stood alone once more.

The cold air that once surrounded her was now hot and muggy with the smell of smoke instantly filling her nose. Riley found herself coughing more roughly the closer she seemed to get to where the party was being held.

'I Put a Spell On You' blasted through the speakers along with screams of agony and fear as she watched people running for any exit they could find, trampling over each other and pushing anyone in their way. With very few helping those in need. Flames seemed to have engulfed almost everything in every direction Riley looked. The heat and smoke became unbearable.

Her eyes burned as she squinted, trying to see if she could spot Brandy in the chaos, all while avoiding stepping on the bodies that were scattered around her.

This was sickening. And the smell. It made her stomach turn.

Spotting the opened front doors, Riley ran towards it with a few people following behind her. But just as she made it through, the doors slammed shut leaving the others trapped inside. With no hesitation, Riley reached for the handle to open the door, only to immediately snatch her hand back from pain as the doorknobs glowed a bright red.

Holding her burned hand close to her chest, Riley moved down the steps and further away from the house as she watched in disbelief the scene before her.

It was something out of a horror film.

Darkness surrounded her in the midst of turmoil.

A feeling that she was all too familiar with.

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[pocminiseries]

Too Much

↠♤Pairing: I.M x OC ↠♤Warnings: Mature Themes, Adult Content, Explicit Language. ↠♤Genre: Non-Kpop Related, Smut, One Shot, Imagine. ↠♤Synopsis: In which she falls back into the arms of the man she loves the most.

"I miss you"

Nia could admit that it was a text she knew shouldn't have been sent and for a split second, she wished to take it back but...

"Come see me"

In minutes she found herself on the deserted roads at 2:36 in the morning, headed to the last place she should be like the fool she has always been when it came to him.

It always happened this way.

They'd argue, break up and end up back together as if nothing happened.

It had become a routine, one that she was slowly getting tired of.

But it was difficult for her to break away from the one person who knew her better than she knew herself.

If she wasn't so afraid of being alone, she would've been broken free but somehow her mind had convinced itself that she needed him.

For three years they played this cruel game. The trust they once had for one another almost cease to exist. Yet, the love they shared seemed unscathed.

Even when they attempted to date other people, somehow, someway, they always ended up back together. The word "sorry" no longer existed in their vocabulary. There were only so many times it could be said until its purpose became tainted.

In a way, she was positive they liked hurting one another. A sick way to show they still cared.

Two months have passed since she last saw him and she was doing so well without him. Or so she forced herself to believe. Her weakest moments always seemed to attack her thoughts late at night as she lay in bed alone.

She shouldn't miss him.

Life was much better without his presence.

But every time her eyes closed, her mind was filled with thoughts of him no matter how hard she tried to forget him.

She was addicted to everything that was him and he knew it.

He thrived off the fact that no matter how many times she yelled out "fuck you", she'd always come back to him where she belonged.

In his twisted mind, no one would ever love her in the way he does.

Touch her as he does.

Kiss her as he does.

Hold her as he does.

And more importantly, make love to her as he does.

Just the thought of him shook her mentally.

God, she hated him so much.

Licking her lips, Nia stood quietly outside of his apartment door, silently telling herself to just turn on her heel and go back home where she needed to be.

But she'd be lying to herself if she didn't say that she missed him because she did.

However, it wasn't as if she needed him like the oxygen she breathed.

And just as she was about to walk away, the sounds of locks coming undone caught her attention, pulling her from her intense thoughts.

"Shit," She whispered to herself as the door swung open to reveal him in all of his toxicity. Nia noted how his hair had grown longer with his bangs hanging just below his eyebrows. He stood in front of her with an unbuttoned satin shirt showcasing his chest and a pair of matching pants. A mean mug immediately spread across her face as she ignored her rapidly beating heart.

He knew exactly what the hell he was doing.

"Why did you call me here I.M?" It was a question that she already knew the answer to but the need to break the silence between them was necessary.

The way he looked at her...it was as if he saw right through her.

A small smile formed on his face as he eyed her slowly from head to toe and back up again before his dark eyes settled on her own. "The same reason why you decided to come...because I wanted to. Now come in," He answered, stepping aside to let her in.

Shaking her head, Nia did as he said while he locked the door behind her. She stood quietly in the middle of his dark hallway that had the kitchen on one side and his living room on the other, his scent filling her nose no matter which way her head turned.

"Keep walking," Changkyun softly ordered, his warm breath fanned against her ear causing a shiver to go down her spine.

Biting her tongue, she removed her slippers and walked further down the hall towards his dimly lit bedroom where the door was left slightly open. Nia felt Changkyun's arm brush past hers to push the door completely open to reveal his cozy room.

"What have I told you about coming out in public dressed like this?" He questioned lowly, tugging at the bottom of the white romper onesie that fitted snuggly against her skin. It was obvious she wore nothing underneath.

"I wasn't about to change just to come see you, besides..."

"Besides what?"

Nia felt so small under his gaze as he stood in front of her with his arm crossed. "I won't be here for long," She informs him, turning her attention towards the hard rain hitting against the glass above them.

Changkyun smirked at her words knowing full well they were a lie. "Why won't you just be with me Nia? Every time you run you always come back to me in the end,"

"You know exactly why," Nia instantly replies. It was a question that was asked by him often and the answer never changed. "What do you even want from me? You have so many options,"

"I want you to be my wife Nia. No one else compares to you and you know this," He counters back with swiftness. "No more games. No more lies,"

Nia stared back at him, looking for any indication of dishonesty. "I don't know I.M...I need time to think,"

As much as she wanted to believe his words, it was hard. She was so fuck'd up mentally because of him.

"Why do you do this to me?" She questions just above a whisper, hating how weak she was when it came to him. All it took was one look and he had her right where he wanted. She was his and no one else.

"Take it off," He commands, ignoring her question on purpose. "Please..."

Maybe it was because of how tempting Changkyun looked at the moment. Pure sex on legs. Or the way he spoke to her, demanding yet sweet. It took little to nothing to get her to do whatever he asked of her.

She was so pathetic.

However, Nia didn't care. Especially when he slid inside of her, hitting every spot, including the ones she didn't even know she had.

Only he could make her body shake with need. Giving her the type of dick that made her call out to the heavens above in bliss. Even to the point tears would run down her face in disbelief.

He fucked her as if it would be their last, leaving nothing untouched.

Nia found herself bent over with her ass in the air just how Changkyun liked it. Her hands gripping the sheets as he delivered toe-curling strokes after another, driving her insane. "You feel so good," She whined, feeling him places kisses along her back.

Changkyun said nothing at first, only responding by practically fucking Nia like his life depended on it. Rolling his hips every time in a way that had Nia wither with need. Her pussy welcomed him each time he filled her with such need.

"Say it,"

"It's yours," Nia barely croaked out, knowing what he wanted. "It's all yours," She said again, reaching back to push him away. The pressure in her gut became too much.

"I can feel it...just a little bit more. You can handle it,"

[pocminiseries]

Condemned|3

Wooyoung

It was 2:37 in the morning when Riley found herself sitting in a booth inside a 24-hour diner. It was quiet with the exception of light music being played from the speakers above.

Not being able to sleep, she got up and got dressed then made her way to her favorite place, Varsity Bar & Diner. It was a nice-sized, family-owned business that Riley had taken a liking to since she was younger. She always found herself here on nights she couldn't sleep or craved a late-night snack.

She was there so much that the waitresses and cooks knew her by name.

"Do you need anything else lovebug?" Rosy, one of the waitresses questions as she placed Riley's steaming plate of french toast, loaded scrambled eggs and bacon. Riley could hear her stomach growl once the aroma filled her nose.

"No Rosy, I'm good. Thank you," Riley nods, picking up her fork, ready to dig in.

Rosy let out a soft laugh as she walked away, leaving Riley alone to enjoy the meal she's been craving since she arrived.

Too busy doing a happy dance while she chewed away at a piece of bacon, Riley wasn't aware of the man that had stepped inside the diner, catching the attention of the couple sitting at the bar and Rosy.

They watched in silence as the man looked around, barely giving them a glance before his gaze set on Riley.

It wasn't just because of what he looked like that caught their attention but more so of his demeanor. There was just something about him that drew people in no matter where he went. The stares, the attention, he has grown used to it at this point in his life.

"Riley?"

Looking up, Riley temporarily paused her movements when her eyes met the figure leaning against the booth she was occupying. "Wooyoung?" She blinked, trying to process that he was actually here. Her eyes darted around, confused by his presence.

"May I join you?" He politely requests, a small smile forming on his face.

"Of course," She nods, licking her lips clean from the piece of bacon she had just eaten. "Why are you out so late?"

Wooyoung shrugged as he slid into the seat across from her and comfortably sat back. "I don't sleep much at night. Sometimes I go for a drive or walk to pass by time," He answers, lightly tapping his fingers against the shiny table.

Riley hummed, cutting into her french toast. "Are you hungry?" She asks, eating her food as she glanced at him, waiting for his response. "You can order whatever you like. I'll pay for it," She offers once she swallowed, not wanting to be rude.

"No, but thank you," He smoothly declines, allowing his eyes dance across her face, taking in her beautiful features. Truth was that Wooyoung was hungry, just not for the type of food she was eating.

His appetite was...quite different from most.

Riley casually shrugs, going right back to eating, only stopping to take a sip of her drink. "Do you come here often?" She questions after a few minutes in an attempt to make conversation. The way he was watching her made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

It made her feel so uneasy.

"Not at all. I was walking by and saw you so I figured I'd come in and sit with you for a bit," He half lies, knowing he had been following her since she left their apartment building.

"I see. Well, that's nice of you," She smiles at him, appreciating the company, despite his odd behavior. Riley was used to being stared at but not in the way he was doing it. No. Wooyoung's eyes seemed to gaze at Riley as if he was painting an intricate picture of her in his mind.

It reminded her of the way Taehyung stared her down that night inside their apartment,

"Why are you up so late? If you don't mind me asking," It was the sound of his voice that really caught Riley's attention. It was so soothing and velvety. The type of voice that could talk Riley into a deep, peaceful sleep.

For a few seconds, she found herself looking him over, silently admiring just how handsome he truly was. The most Riley has done was steal glances whenever she'd catch him in their hallway or on the elevator. Her eyes took in his tanned skin, the same shade as the sands in the Sahara desert. His black hair seemed soft as it had a slight part in the middle, allowing his bangs to hang along the sides of his face. A single beauty mark was under his eye that she found to be unique and cute. And his lips...lips that were currently pulled into a smile, watching Riley practically drool over him.

But it was his eyes that she liked the most. So dark and piercing.

Regardless, all Riley knew was that just like him, his roommates were insanely attractive, The type of looks that made anyone stop and stare.

"I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep, so I figured I'd grab a bite to eat since I haven't eaten anything since yesterday morning," She explains after clearing her throat, feeling a little embarrassed.

Wooyoung simply nods, briefly looking out the window at the empty streets before focusing his attention back on Riley. "Eunwoo and Taehyung told me that were at our door late one night about one week ago looking distraught. What was that about?" He curiously asks, leaning his head into the palm of his hand as he stares at her.

"There was a house fire at a Halloween party I had attended. Twenty-six people that night from the result of it," She explains, filling her mouth with a fork full of eggs, not wanting to talk much about what happened. The fire had rocked the city as another unfortunate tragedy that happened on Halloween night in the last two years.

Still, the story surrounding her father was still a hot topic much to Riley's displeasure but what could she do about it?

Wooyoung quietly watched as Riley's face changed from discomfort to somber in seconds as unwanted thoughts filled her mind. Thoughts he could read clearly.

"Are you free tomorrow night Riley?" Wooyoung suddenly questions, bringing Riley out of her unhappy thoughts.

Riley eyed him curiously. "Yes. Why?"

"Would you join us for dinner? We've been neighbors for months and I...we...would like to get to know you and vice versa," He informs her. attempting not to probe her mind too much. But her thoughts were so loud sometimes that they could be heard even when she was across the hall from them.

"I-I don't know," She shys away, not really used to anyone wanting to get to know her. "I'm pretty boring,"

"I beg to differ," He quickly counters back, sitting back against the booth. "There's a lot more to you than you think,"

Hearing this caused Riley to raise an eyebrow. "Oh really? What makes you so sure?"

Wooyoung shifts his intense gaze toward the table for a second before meeting her eyes once more. "Just a feeling I guess," He states, watching her eat the rest of her food that remained on her plate. "Besides, I'm curious about you,"

Pushing her now empty plate to the side, Riley smiled a bit at his words. "Is that why you've been watching me the way you have been? Out of curiosity?"

Placing his arm over the top of the booth's chair, Wooyoung released a low chuckle. "I like what I see when I look at you. I apologize if that makes you nervous," He bluntly says, The type of thoughts that went through their mind that involved her would scare her if she knew.

His gums ached just looking at her. He had the pleasure of tasting her blood once and it was every bit of the word marvelous. However, it was then he knew without a doubt that she was the one they needed.

And thanks to the incompetence of her father, she now belonged to them...for eternity.

"What time is this dinner? Should I dress nicely?" She half-jokes, downing the rest of her drink and placing the empty glass back on the table.

"Is 6:30 good for you? Come however you like. Hoody and sweats. A dress. A cute top and jeans. It's all up to you," Wooyoung didn't care what she wore because he knew by the end of it, whatever she wore was coming off if their plan plays out correctly.

Waiting was no longer an option. They wanted her.

The craving for her was becoming too much for all of them, even Eunwoo who always had the most restraint out of all of them.

"Gotcha. And what will be on the menu?"

A sly smirk pulled at Wooyoung's lips as explicit thoughts filled his brain as those words left her mouth. All of which he kept to himself of course. "Are you a fan of Korean dishes?"

"I've never really had any before but I would love to try it," She beamed now a bit more excited, even though she knew she would be inside the apartment of three men who made her feel some type of way.

"6:30 it is then and Riley?"

"Yes?"

"Don't be so nervous when you come over. I promise it will be a night you will never forget,"

[pocminiseries]

Sweet Like Honey|3

Library♡

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It was late when Makina found herself wandering down a row of slightly dusty books that she knew hadn't been looked at in months. If it wasn't for a paper due in two weeks for her anatomy class, she wouldn't even have been there to begin with.

However, she had a thing with wanting to get things done early than to be rushing to meet a deadline at the last minute.

It was quiet with the library being almost empty around this time and Makina welcomed the silence.

As her eyes scanned over the many books on the shelves, her mind begin to wander back to the party that was held almost two weeks ago and the fact that she had been ignoring Jungkook ever since.

In fact, whenever Makina would see him, she'd practically run in the opposite direction because she was ashamed.

Ashamed that she had slutted herself out for a man she barely even knew. She couldn't shake the memory of her being on her knees, swallowing his dick as if it was a tasty ass orange creme popsicle. Not to mention having him call her 'mommy'.

She wanted to smack herself.

However, Makina couldn't deny the way her body seemed to react to what had happened that night. While she may have felt embarrassed by what she did, she couldn't front like it wasn't the sexiest shit she had ever experienced.

Even now she found herself squeezing her thighs together for some type of friction. It was ridiculous the control Jungkook had over her already. And seeing him around campus made it no better.

Jungkook however seemed unfazed. The man had made no attempt to even try to question Makina on why she was acting funny, in fact, he acted as if she never existed. If he were to see her around, he made no effort to acknowledge it and Makina wasn't quite sure how felt about that. She may have been ignoring him but to see him act as though she was completely invisible just didn't sit right with her.

"Fuck him," She mumbles to herself with a roll of her eyes. "He isn't that damn fine,"

"Who isn't?"

Upon hearing a familiar voice behind her, Makina whipped around with a bored look on her face. "You," She replies after a few seconds.

Jungkook smiled in return, leaning against the bookshelf. "You only say that because you're mad at yourself,"

"Why would I possibly be mad sir?" Makina shoots back sarcastically, placing her hands on her waist.

"Mad because you can't stop thinking about me and probably because of what happened that night," He states matter of factually. "Which is crazy in my opinion because I regret nothing,"

"Yeah? Well, that's you. I know better," For the life of her, Makina couldn't figure out why she did what she did so easily. She had never acted like that before in her life until she met him.

Jungkook stared at her for a few seconds as her face morphed along with every emotion that she was currently feeling. He was aware that she had been going out of her way to stay away from him and he in return chose to respect it. However, he could no longer resist not talking to her. His mind wouldn't let him.

"Then I suggest you get over it because we made a deal remember? I'm yours now,"

"Excuse me?" She blinked, taken back by his boldness once more.

Standing up to his full height, Jungkook moved toward Makina until he invaded her personal space. "You heard me Makina. We're far from being done,"

Makina stared up at him as she ignored the throb in between her thighs. She knew for a fact her pussy was leaking at this point. How could he be so submissive yet dominant at the same time confused her? "Stop running from me," He tells her, watching Makina place her hands on his chest in an attempt to have some type of space between them.

"And if I don't? Then what?"

It was the fact that Makina had no clue of the door she opened when she decided to approach Jungkook that day. The beautiful woman didn't know how much of her world would be turned upside down once she told him what she wanted. That the moment their lips met, she had sealed her fate.

"Be honest with me Makina. You've never wanted someone so badly until you met me, am I right?" He questions, fully aware of what her answer would be. "That's why you run because you're afraid you'll crave me too much,"

In defeat, Makina closed her eyes, releasing a breath through her nose as realization finally set in. He was right. If she could be in this man's skin she would be. She wanted so badly for him to bend her over one of the tables and fuck her as she deserves.

He made her want to do the nasty things imaginable and it drove her crazy.

"Look at me mommy..."

Jungkook watched Makina bite her lip at his words before she opened her eyes to meet his gaze. "You do magic don't you?" She chuckles to herself, feeling him wrap his arms around her waist. The sexual attention them was almost mind blogging to Makina. In a way, she is almost scared to let go and allow Jungkook to help her fulfill every fantasy she's had. Scared that she'll be stuck on this man like gorilla glue.

For a second, Jungkook smiled down at her just before his lips found hers, leading her into a kiss that made her instantly melt into him. Her lips were soft as they moved against his in a way that had Makina weak in the knees. Even when she allowed his tongue to enter her mouth, she felt as if Jungkook was trying to snatch her soul with his lips alone.

He shouldn't be kissing her like this. Not as intimate and intense as he was. Did he want her obsessed with him?

"Come on," He instructs breathlessly once he pulled away from her. Makina said nothing, letting him take her to wherever he had in mind, her assignment long forgotten.

They walked until Jungkook found a section furthest in the back of the library that was dimly lit and shielding them away from wandering eyes. He wasted no time trapping Makina between him a single table that was hidden behind a bookshelf.

"Take them off," He softly demands, tugging up her maxi dress until it bunched around her waist. "Please,"

It was the neediness in his voice that had her moving at the speed of light to do what he asked. Taking her panties and putting them in his pocket, Jungkook lifted her up and gently sat her on top of the table as he stood between her legs. "I didn't bring any protection..." He trails off, leaving room for her to say no in case she didn't want things to progress further.

"It's fine, I'm on the pill," She instantly replies back as her fingers hooked into the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down until his dick was free. "Fuck me,"

Removing his shirt, Jungkook wasted no time pulling her closer to the table's edge and opening Makina's leg wider while she leaned back on her forearms. "We have to be quiet," He warns, using the tip of his dick to move up and down her coated lips, slightly pushing past them to tease at her clit.

Makina simply nodded, biting her bottom lip in an attempt to be quiet. However, the task proved to be almost impossible once he aligned with her opening and slowly pushed inside her, making her close her eyes tightly.

"Don't do that," He sexily hisses, feeling her walls grip around him the further he went. There was no doubt his fingers would leave a mark on the back of her thighs with how tightly he held them but he couldn't help it. She was so damn wet and warm that Jungkook knew he wasn't going to last long.

His eyes remained on her as he pulled out and slid back in, focusing on the way her head dropped back each time he entered her. The sound of her wetness filled the air around him as he picked up his rhythm, snapping his hips at an angle that pulled a grunt from his opened mouth.

He didn't understand why she felt as good as she did. Her sleek walls pulsated around his dick so deliciously that it was driving him almost insane. The type of pleasure he felt being inside of Makina was borderline earth-shattering. So much so that he couldn't stop his soft cries from slipping past his lips.

Gripping at his forearms, Makina opened her legs wider, letting Jungkook go even deeper causing her to let out a moan louder than she intended. "It's so hard..." She shutters with need, feeling him watch her much gratification. He felt nothing short of ecstasy, so much so that Makina wanted to cry out to the world how good he was making her feel.

The way her pussy welcomed each stroke, coating him with essence. He fucked into her just right, rolling and working his fluid hips with determination. "Shit Makina," He whines, picking up momentum. "You're about to me cum deep inside you,"

"Do it," Makina chokes out, the pressure to her gut becoming more intense. "It's yours Kookie...it's all yours," Her voice lowly quivered. From the way his dick filled and stretched her out to his dark eyes staring back at her with such ferocity, Makina knew she was about to peak and Jungkook could feel it.

"Then let go mommy," He urged in a voice much deeper and dulcet than usual. "Cum all over this dick for me,"

Just as she opened her mouth to respond, Jungkook reached between them to apply pressure to her clit. "Fuck Kookie, stop...stop!" She pleaded with desperation but he refused to let up and instead went harder, fucking her more intensely. In seconds, her vision blurred and her eyes became teary-eyed as her body trembled beneath him.

Makina attempted to quiet down her moans by slapping her hand over her mouth but it only muffled so much. The way his hips smacked against the back of her thighs made it no better. "I'm right there...shit Makina...shit," Jungkook groans against her lips as he leaned over her before pulling away and out of her, letting his seed spill onto the floor at his feet.

Their harsh breathing mingled together, filling the silence around them and for a few minutes neither said a word until Jungkook calmed down enough to say words that made Makina's eyes buck.

"Bend over for me...please,"

[pocminiseries]

Condemned|4

The Bloody Truth.

☠

"The Seattle Maniac. That's what they called your father, yes?"

For a few seconds, Riley remained quiet. Whenever the topic of her father came up, she would immediately go into defense mode for herself because usually what people had to say always rubbed her the wrong way.

He was the maniac, not her.

"Yes,"

"How was he like with you?" Taehyung further questions, curious as to what her response would be. He was well aware of what her life has been like. They all were.

Licking her lips, Riley sat back and eyed her half-empty wine glass. "He was a great dad. The best kind any girl could ask for. I knew he loved me but..." She trails off, quietly thinking back to the night everything was revealed. "Even now it's hard to accept what he did because that wasn't the man I knew,"

All three men shared a knowing look that Riley didn't catch. "I can assure you, Riley, he has always been that way," Eunwoo states, placing his arms on the table while leaning forward. "He was never a good person,"

"So I've been told," Riley swiftly counters back. In the past year alone she has learned every vile thing about her father. The atrocious murders he committed. His fragile mindset. His apparent taste for blood. Still, finding out who he truly did, did not hurt her any less.

"You never knew he was a drug lord?" Wooyoung asks, catching Riley's gaze.

She softly shook her head. "No. I just knew he was a businessman. He had a whole office building. Never had a reason to question anything," Ever since she could remember her father, Rio, always were suits or dressed up nicely. Always left in the mornings and came back in the afternoon. So when it came to the house they lived in. The cars they drove. The trips they took. Riley just assumed it was because he was simply successful.

All that mattered to Riley was that Rio was an amazing father. He showed up and supported her through everything. And when it came to getting advice, he always gave the most encouraging speeches.

"No mother?"

"She died not long after giving birth to me. I never knew her," She reveals, drinking the rest of her wine. "My father dated but nothing ever really lasted,"

Carefully reaching towards her, Eunwoo traced the closed wound on her chest that was slightly above her left breast. "What happened here?"

Riley looked down and followed Eunwoo's hand, up to his arm then finally his handsome face. "I was shot when I was fourteen but I don't remember much. Only that I was in the wrong place at the wrong time,"

Eunwoo let out a soft laugh through his nose and pulled his hand away. "You got shot because of your father my love," He informs her, watching as her eyes squint at him.

"How do you know?"

"Because we were the ones who saved you," Taehyung says, leaning his head onto his closed fist.

Riley eyed him confused. "What?"

"That night Riley, your father decided to make a quick stop to handle "business" but it was a setup. He had managed to escape, however, not before you were hit by one of the stray bullets that lit up his car," Wooyoung tells her while pouring wine into his own glass. "Rio wasn't sure if you'd make it to the hospital alive so he came to us and pleaded for your life,"

All three men watched as heavy confusion spread across her face as she tried to process what she just heard. "We agreed of course because you were only a child but...not without making a deal first," Eunwoo chimes in, leaning back against his chair.

"What kind of deal?" Riley swiftly probes, eyeing each man suspiciously. Their words just weren't making sense to her at all. They all looked around her age, so how could they have possibly been there that night?

"Well, that's the thing princess, at the time even we weren't sure. We just told Rio to be on the lookout and when we made up our minds, we'd come find him," Taehyung slyly smirks, sending a shiver straight up Riley's spine.

For some reason, that pet name seemed to trigger something in her.

"Years had gone by and we had finally agreed on what we wanted however....daddy dearest wasn't here for it. While he may have been a ruthless man, he wasn't the kind to give up his most precious gift so easily or at all for that matter," Taehyung adds with a roll of his eyes.

Slightly slamming his glass onto the table to make Riley focus her eyes on him, Wooyoung gave her a dark look that made her feel a bit more nervous. "We let him think he could keep you safe from us but he's human and like most of them, he was a fool. And what we want, we always get,"

"I-I don't understand," Everything they were saying clearly had a double meaning yet as to what had Riley lost. She was starting to get scared and she felt as though they could sense it.

The way they were looking at her made her feel very uneasy and she didn't like it.

"He refused to hold up his end of the deal and in return we made him suffer. Rio thought he could protect you but he was wrong," Eunwoo mutters, moving a piece of her hair behind her shoulder.

Riley shook her head. "What the hell are yall talking about? Protect me for what?!"

Standing up, Taehyung let out a soft chuckle as he walked closer to where Riley sat frozen, staring up at him. "From us Riley," He says softly while pulling her up from her chair. "Getting into his mind was easy and making him kill was even easier,"

Riley barely took a step back when she felt someone behind her. Looking up over her shoulder, she nearly jumped out of her skin seeing Wooyoung and Eunwoo both standing there. Her eyes blinked rapidly trying to process what was happening. She didn't even see them move.

"Tell me something my love, do you believe in the supernatural?" Taehyung questioned, lifting her hand towards his cool lips where he placed a single kiss on her fingertips.

Riley looked at him up and down. "No,"

"Don't worry, you will soon enough," Wooyoung smiles, slowly running his fingers down her exposed arm.

They watched as Riley visibly shivered. "What is this?"

Gripping her chin, Eunwoo forced her to look at him as he stood by her side. "We've been watching you and now that we have you...you will be ours forever,"

It was as if something inside of Riley's mind finally clicked at that moment. Those eyes. She recognized them. "You..." She weakly croaks out, staring at him as fear started to consume her.

She knew those eyes.

"You humans...are so weak," Taehyung scoffs eyeing Riley from head to toe, admiring her beauty and the way her white dress hugged her frame. "It's going to be fun to break you and make you scream my name princess,"

"You're scared...I like that," Wooyoung mumbles against her shoulder before placing a kiss on it. "You smell good too,"

"Stop!" Riley shrieks, stepping away from them until her back met a brick wall, feeling beyond creeped out. She glanced towards the door debating if she could make a run for it.

"Go ahead and try," Eunwoo calmly encourages her, sliding his hands into his pockets. "Besides, I plan to make you run from me in many different ways,"

For a minute, Riley stood there quietly weighing out her options. She could run but how far would she get? They were too high up so jumping out of a window would be practically suicidal. While she could fight, taking all three of them on would be pointless. So what the fuck was she going to do?

Before she could even think of another plan, all three men were close to her in a blink of an eye.

"I'm afraid there is nothing you can do my love," Eunwoo breathes, grabbing Riley by the neck. "Believe me, after what we're about to give you, I doubt you will want to leave,"

His words were the last thing Riley heard when she felt tense pain coming from both her wrist. She watched in horror as Taehyung and Wooyoung suck blood from her veins as Eunwoo held her in place.

"Relax," He softly advises, sensing her panic. "The more you resist, the more it will hurt,"

Riley looked at him as if he was crazy but after a minute, she listened to his words and let out a deep breath to calm down. The wave of pleasure she felt was instant. Her brown eyes stared up at Eunwoo as he briefly focused on her thighs before slowly looking up to meet her gaze.

"You get wet easy as fuck I see," He suddenly comments, just as Riley felt the moistness in her panties. "Your scent is going to drive me crazy," He adds, gripping her neck tighter.

She couldn't explain it but his vulgar words made her throb. This wasn't supposed to be happening like this.

"She likes the way you said that," Wooyoung softly laughs once he pulled away, her blood coating his lips and teeth. "You taste as good as I knew you would princess,"

"I bet that pussy tastes even better," Taehyung practically purrs, licking the wound on her wrist closed. "That ass too,"

Their words only made her want them more. This sense of desire that she was currently feeling was strong and undeniable.  She wanted them closer to her. Almost as if she was craving their touch. Riley felt as if she was losing her mind. Just moments ago she was afraid for her life now all she wanted was to be fucked senseless.

Eunwoo smiled as he read her mind, releasing her throat and taking a step back. He could feel his dick jump at the sight of her. She was so gorgeous and alluring, even more so as she stared back at them with a lust-filled gaze.

"Damn. I'm going to enjoy fucking you senseless my love,"

[pocminiseries]

Concrete Rose|2

The Bestest.

ꕤ

As soon they were inside of his home, her back was pushed against his front door as the sound of her clutch hitting the floor filled the silence around them.

Talayeh seemed to melt against him, locking her arms tightly around his neck, moaning at his lips moving with her own in their own symphony.

Every time his hands moved on parts of her body, she felt tingles.

The whole car ride to his place was silent but far from awkward if anything it was filled with sexual tension. Both knew exactly what was going to go down once they made it.

While Talayeh didn't think her mind was ready, her body was more than willing to be taken care of for once. Her pussy wept inside of her panties, coating the soft silk with her arousal in anticipation. It took everything in her to not place the hand he had placed on thigh further up her leg to at least play with her clit for some type of satisfaction.

And judging by the length of his long digits, he probably would've left her ass panting for more.

San was feeling impatient and patient all at once. He was willing to just pull her panties down and bury himself deep within her right against his front door, yet he wanted to take his time and explore every inch of her. To cherish her like she deserves to be.

Regardless of what he wanted, this night wasn't about him. Whatever she needed he would provide. Whether she wanted it rough and nasty or slow and sensual, or all four all in one night, he was hers to use as her heart desired.

Interlocking her hands with his, he kissed her deeply, as if the two have always been lovers. And that shook Talayeh so much but she refused to pull away. It all felt too...right. Too real.

Running his hands down her back, he grabbed her ass, squeezing the soft flesh, pulling her closer to him. His action catching her by surprise as she gasped, allowing his tongue to taste her own, making her go weak in the knees.

"San...wait..." She panted, forcing herself away from him. Their harsh breathing mingled together when he placed his forehead against hers, closing his eyes to settle down a bit.

"We don't have to do this." He reassured her, moving her hair from her face to see it better.

Talayeh bit her bottom lip, letting her head fall back, trying to get herself together. Her false eyelashes brushed against the tops of her cheeks until she looked back at San, who stood watching her curiously.

Taking her hand, she palmed his face, not believing that he was real and that this whole situation was one she made up in her mind. His skin was as soft as she imagined it to be, almost making her believe that he just had to be sculpted by the Lord himself.

He seemed almost unreal, even though he was standing right in front of her.

Just looking at him made her want to be devoured by him. She wanted his lips to kiss her in places no other man has bothered to kiss. To taste her essence like it was the sweetest and juiciest fruit he'd ever eat. To take his hands and caress her skin, hold her close as he fucked her like she was the woman of his desires.

She felt like it was too much, however, San was never one to back down from a challenge of any sort.

"Take me to your room." She softly tells him, squeezing his hands to lead the way. As much as it thrilled her to be ravished right where she stood, she wanted to be comfortable, plus the heels she was wearing were beginning to hurt.

San walked her up a flight of stairs where a set of double doors were waiting as soon as they made it to the top. His bedroom was revealed looking clean, although seeming so unlived in, like the rest of his place that she has seen so far.

She assumed he had some type of wealth based off the car he drove alone but once she saw his modern chic styled home, her assumptions were confirmed. That shit definitely wasn't cheap, especially in California.

"I don't sleep much." He told her as she ran her fingers across his neatly done bed.

"I don't either." She smiled, looking at him over her shoulder. "Come here." She beckoned with her long nails.

In three long strides, he was standing in front of her. His eyes never leaving hers as he used one of his hands to unzip the back of her dress. He watched as she tugged it past her hips and pool at her heeled feet.

Though he had been in situations like this plenty of times before, he knew without a doubt that this was much more different than the rest. And so was the woman standing in front of him.

It wasn't as if this was her first time being exposed in front of a man before but it was definitely the first one who had looked at her in the manner San was right now. It was more than a gaze filled with lust.

He looked upon her like the exquisite masterpiece that she was.

Talayeh bit into her bottom lip when his thumb brushed past her nipple, making her body shiver by his simple touch.

Since the dress she wore needed no bra, she decided to go out without it tonight. She almost wanted to pat herself on the back for making such a good call.

Standing in her designer five-inch heels and a pair of grey strappy panties, she looked edible and he planned to taste her more than once before they parted ways.

He was hoping that she didn't expect this to be over in a matter of minutes because he wanted rounds until she tells him enough is enough.

"Tell me what you want." He says, his husky tone brushing past her lips as he leaned down placing a kiss on them.

She moaned lowly once he started to kiss her neck, pulling her closer to him. She smelt and felt so good in his arms as if it was where she was meant to be.

"Treat me as if you love me." She tells him, not caring how ridiculously she may have sounded.

If she was going to be in the presence of a man such as him, she was going to take advantage.

San moved back to look her in the eyes. "You're asking me for something dangerous. I hope you realize that." It wasn't that he didn't want to do what she wanted, more as he knew that she wasn't aware of the door that she was opening.

This night wasn't going to end as a one night stand with them going their separate ways after if he crossed that line.

"I don't care, please. I need this." She begged, ripping his shirt open, ignoring the buttons that flew in different directions. Her hands moved over his abs and up his exposed chest, admiring his hard work.

Damn.

Smirking at her neediness, he grabbed ahold of her wrist, stopping her movements. The bulge in his slacks becoming harder to ignore the longer she touched him.

"Lay back." He instructed, letting her go so she could do what he asked.

Moving until she was in the middle, Talayeh laid back against his bed, almost molding into the softness of his mattress.

He waited until her eyes found his when he begins to undress, removing his ruined shirt, along with his suit jacket. Tossing the discarded items on the floor, he slipped out of his shoes and started to unbuckle his belt. He watched the way she clenched her thighs together as he pants dropped, with his briefs following close behind.

Talayeh's eyes widened a bit at his size, not expecting him to be so...thick.

Her pussy seemed to throb as she looked him over from head to toe. She couldn't find a flaw even if she wanted to.

It was unfair how one man was this damn perfect.

"Open your legs for me." He tells her, skimming his fingertips across her soft thighs until she spread them wide enough for him to place himself between them.

His lips found hers in a heated kiss that made her head swim. It was so much more intense than the one before which spoke volumes because even that one took her by surprise. His lips were soft and so demanding as they moved fiercely against hers.

She clung onto him, pulling him until their chest met. His dick was hard and warm as it brushed against her abdomen. She was almost scared to have him inside of her, especially since it's been a few months since her last encounter.

Forcing himself from her mouth, he moved down to her neck, kissing and sucking wherever he could, earning soft moans while he left his mark on her skin.

He left a trail of kisses across her collarbone until he reached the top of her breasts. Cupping one in his hand, he immediately attached his mouth, using the tip of his tongue to move around her areola.

San came close to her nipple only to move away, teasing her with anticipation every time. It was driving her crazy, and he knew it. He continued his sweet torture, enjoying the powerful effect he had on her. When he felt her patience wearing thin, he allowed his tongue to move over her hardened bud, taking it between his teeth and tugged, sending a shock through Talayeh.

"Ohhh," She sighed breathily. The mixture of pain and pleasure doing something to her mentally.

She had never wanted a man so badly before.

Her fingers ran through his silky locks, pulling him closer to her chest after he lifted his head to give her other breast the same attention.

Once San felt satisfied, he moved down to her stomach, stopping right above the place she needed him to attend to the most.

So to say that she was disappointed when his ass skipped right over it and straight to her thighs would be an understatement.

"Stop playing with me, San."

He laughed a bit, placing kisses down her legs, even a few on her feet once he removed her heels. His fingers massaged into her flesh, caressing parts of her body that his hands could reach. It was as if he had read her mind, doing the things she desired.

Slipping his fingers beneath the fabric of her panties, he slipped them down her legs, tossing them somewhere on the floor behind him. Her lips were swollen, with a glint of liquid trickling between her folds. He felt a sense of pride knowing that he was the cause of it.

In a way Talayeh felt a bit embarrassed by how insanely wet she was and being so exposed in front of him while San's eyes took her in, taking mental photos of how beautiful she looked in this moment.

Her shapely frame, the softness of her skin, the nice thickness of flesh he would enjoy gripping as the night went on.

But it was her face he appreciated the most.

As she laid in front of him with her hair sprawled around her, her eyes on him, lips slightly parted, she looked so damn gorgeous and nothing short of what he imagined a goddess would be.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" He asked, giving her a chance to back out before he got down to business. Even after the sun rises, he was going to cherish her as if she was the love of his life, taking her to places he knew she had never reached before.

She smiled, brushing his hair back from his eyes to see them more clearly. "Yes."

The words barely left her mouth when she felt his tongue push past her folds, sweeping across the warm flesh, tasting her essence with one long lick.

Placing his tongue on her clit, he began to flick away at her sensitive bud. Talayeh quivered, her body jolting as she released a breathy moan.

San licked and tasted and sucked, making it grow with his ministrations. She could feel herself slowly starting to lose it when he decided to thrust his tongue inside of her. She withered underneath him, gripping his head as he fucked her with his tongue. Her fevered moans turned him on, fueling him while he devoured her.

Her words seemed to come out in jumbles when he stiffened his tongue, moving in and out of her heat. Shuddering when he rolled it over her clit once more, leaving Talayeh almost dumbfounded. She had never experienced this type of pleasure from a man's tongue alone. It was almost unruly how skilled he was.

"Goddamn San," She voiced, rolling her hips against his mouth.

She felt so helpless underneath him as the sounds of him lapping her juices filled her ears, sending a wave of lust through her. He tasted her like a dying man in need.

His movements slowed down, allowing the tip of his tongue to trace around her erect clit as he stared up at her with those smoldering eyes of his. She was close and he knew it but he wouldn't allow her the type of satisfaction that she was so desperate to reach.

"Please, keep going." She wined, trying to push his head closer for more friction but he refused to budge. The mumble of his chuckle causing her to gasp.

"Please what?" He pulled back to ask before flicking his tongue wildly against her, then slowing down, driving Talayeh crazy. He toyed with her, giving her long licks, only to switch up the speed once again. Pushing her thighs back further, making his tongue go deeper into her. Her hips would buck at his movements as she let out cries filled with both frustrations and need.

"Shit, make me cum, please baby." Her eyes were pleading with him, filled with so much passion that he had no choice but to oblige.

San forcefully tongued her, showing no signs of stopping. The sensation was so thoroughly gratifying and intense, that Talayeh felt as though she wouldn't be able to take it. She moaned loudly, withering in pure bliss. "Oh my fu-, yes, yes, just like that." She chanted in broking cries.

All it took was him sucking her clit harshly, giving her that right mixture to push her over the edge to her climax. Her thighs tightened around his head as she shook, her back lifting off his mattress. Even with his face covered in her juices, he still didn't stop, making sure to lap up her nectar. Only stopping when she pushed him away because of how sensitive he making her.

Pulling back, he wiped his shiny face clean using his hand. "I can't taste you just once tonight Talayeh." He told her, knowing his tongue was going taste her until she was raw.

"Good because I need to experience that again." She praised him, especially after that climax he blessed her with.

Reaching for his bedside table, he pulled out a few condoms, tossing them on the bed because he planned to use plenty. She eyed him nervously as he tore one open, sliding the latex over his dick. He had the perfect length, however, it was his girth that had her worried.

"Relax, I'll go slow." He reassured her after taking in her facial expression. Women always ran from him during sex because of what he was working with. He knew exactly how to use it and that made San even more dangerous than he already was.

Talayeh smiled at him wearily, relaxing against the bed. Her hands gripped at his biceps when he hovered over her.

San could tell that she was still nervous, though she tried to hide it. Placing a kiss on her lips, he moved to her neck, licking the vein, distracting her enough to guide himself into her. He was thankful that she was still soaked, making it easier as she slid deeper. The tightness of her pussy made it difficult for him to not just thrust as he wanted.

"Shit Layeh," He groaned against her lips, stopping until he couldn't go any further.

She gasped as he pulled out slowly before sinking into her again, repeating the movement until she adjusted to his size.

Slipping his tongue between her lips, he kissed her deeply, allowing her to taste what was remained of her on him. Her breathes quicken while he drew her in with passion, stalling his hips momentarily. Their tongues moved against each other, dancing to a song that they only knew.

There were so many things San planned to do to her body tonight, so much he wanted to try too. All the positions he was going to put her in, not to mention that his bed wasn't going to be the only place he would have her. He was going to work and taste every part of her, to show her just how beautiful and desirable she truly was.

She was going to know what its like to be treasured.

Wrapping her arms securely around his back, she held onto him as he buried himself balls deep into her, starting them out at a steady pace that had her toes curling. He watched her face change each time he entered her, her low moans becoming louder each time.

"Mmmm," She cooed, slightly digging her nails into his back.

His room began to fill with their heavy breathing, as he started to pick up speed. The sound of his hips smacking against the back of her thighs created the infamous sound of sexual lust that was being created.

Each time his dick pushed past her tight walls, he groaned, finding it difficult to keep quiet because he wanted to hear her instead.

Talayeh choked out a sob when he pulled all the way out, only to deliver a slow, yet powerful thrust, repeating the same move continuously. Each time he sank into her, his hips bucked harder making her breasts bounce wildly. She took each stroke, whimpering with undeniable pleasure.

Their gazes locked in a heated stare. He had been paying attention every time her beautiful face contorted, knowing how and when to move to get a certain reaction.

Placing her legs over his shoulder, allowed him to go even deeper, making Talayeh's eyes widen at the wave of pleasure she just experienced. "Oh fuck!" She wailed, trying her best not to just push him away.

When he began to move faster, building a steady rhythm, her walls clenched around him as her nails dug into his shoulders.

"You feel so good like this," He spoke sexily in her ear, leaving her pulsating.

Moving away, he leaned down, taking a breast into his mouth, his pace never faltering. He worked his dick inside of her like he owned it and right now, he did. He switched up his movements, going slow and hitting her spot with his deep strokes, then suddenly picking up speed, absolutely killing her pussy in such a delicious manner.

She had surrendered herself to him long ago, letting him take over and do as he pleased. Talayeh was left high in the clouds, her mind in shambles at what he was doing to her.

The level of passion between them was off the charts. San knew that there was no way he was going to let her slip past him, not after this, not after the way she was making him feel.

As he felt her body tighten around him, her moans grew louder. She was close, he could sense it. He worked his hips with practiced measure, making sure to hit her spot constantly. His chest glistened with sweat as he leaned back to sit on the heel of his feet, delivering Talayeh with powerful thrusts, holding her legs up in place.

Talayeh hissed, gripping at his bedsheets. "Baby, I'm gonna cum." She cried, closing her eyes tightly. She felt as he titled his hips in an upward position, prolonging her orgasm to last much longer. His movements didn't let up, leaving her body trembling as she coated the condom with her cream, that no one has made her produce before.

Pushing her legs apart, he leaned over, slowing his hips but not pausing completely. He placed soft kisses all over her face, before making it to her lips. "You good?" He chuckled softly.

Weakly nodding her head, she rubbed the side of his face once he pulled back. "But you didn't cum though." She hummed when he rolled his hips, surprised that he didn't release after the work he just put in.

Reaching for another condom, he held the shiny packet in front of her. Smirking at the look she gave him. "Because I'm far from being done." 

[pocminiseries]

When He Comes.

2|Fated

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It was the clash of thunder in the distance that made Julianna finally snap back into reality.

With her hand covering her stinging cheek, her watery eyes stared back into her sisters brown orbs with an unreadable look spread across her pretty face. "J-juli...I'm sor-"

"Why Mia? Why would you accept it when you know what that means for us?" Julianna softly questions, swiftly cutting off her sister's attempt to apologize.

Biting her lip as she shook her head, Mia looked away from her younger sister's icy gaze and focused on the darkened sky above them. "Because Juli, I can't escape him, I've tried. You know I have. But he's changed, I know he has. We have a daughter now and you know how much I always wanted to be married and I...I'm tired of fighting the inevitable,"

"He will never change," Julianna retorts back, feeling a drop of rain hit against her exposed shoulder. "And now he owns us,"

"You can leave Juli, no one is keeping you here," Mia smartly reminds her, allowing her eyes to settle on her younger sister once more. Her beautiful features reminded her so much of their deceased mother.

Releasing a humorless laugh through her nose, Julianna bawled up her fist in frustration. "You and Aubrey are all I have left. If I leave, you know I won't be allowed to come back. I'm not you Mia. I actually think before I make decisions that could affect me in the long run,"

Julianna knew she could just pack her things and never look back but it wasn't that simple. Nothing ever was with the type of man her sister chose to marry. If there was one thing that Julianna has come to know about Adonis in the four years that her sister has been with him was that he loved being in control. The power that he had over Mia was almost nauseating. She was his own personal puppet to use at his will and Julianna hated it.

"Look, I get that you don't like him but he's a part of this family now. I love him, Juli, I really do. Just...let me be happy. Please," Mia pleaded, wishing that for once Julianna would finally accept reality. "I need you here and so does Aubrey," She added knowing how much Julianna loved her niece.

"Happy? How can you be happy with the person who to-"

"Stop!" Mia quickly rushed out. "Don't....please," She pleaded with watery eyes. The words that were about to leave her sister's mouth were the absolute last words she wanted to hear, especially today. "Why can't you just be happy for me Juli? I'm finally getting the happy ending I deserve,"

Julianna could only shake her head. Mia was so lost.

How that man managed to manipulate and wrap her mind into believing he actually gave a fuck about her or their daughter was beyond what Julianna could comprehend because it literally made no fucking sense.

"The day you say I do to him...he will never let you go," Julianna made sure to heavy emphasis on the word never because it was true. Adonis was a powerful businessman, an angry and money-hungry businessman.

And her sister just handed him her soul for the sake of a false fairytale that would never exist as long as she would remain his doormat.

"And that's what I want. There's nothing else out there for me...he made sure of that. Remember?" Mia reminds her as her frown deepens even more. "I literally have nowhere else to go and neither do you,"

With every word her sister spoke, Julianna could feel her anger level rise. The hostility she felt towards her last flesh and blood shouldn't have been like this nor run this deep. "How could I? You made the choice for me..."

Waving her hand in a dismissive manner, Julianna turned and walked away, ignoring her name being called. The skies above her seemed to darken even more, almost seeming to mimick how she was feeling.

Life has been so unfair and she hated being here living it.

Happiness wasn't a feeling she had the pleasure of experiencing too much of if any at all.

Misery was her best friend.

All she wanted was a sense of peace. Even if it was temporary she would cherish it while she could.

Soon Julianna found herself walking along the slightly busy streets with no real destination in mind as long as it was far away from her sister and her new fiancé. Just the thought made her sick to her stomach.

Being too deep into her own thoughts, Julianna ignored the light rain that hit against her skin until a heavy rainfall seemed to come out of nowhere, pulling her from her thoughts almost immediately. "Shit!" she huffed, running as quick as she could in her heeled covered feet to get out of the rain.

In seconds she was drenched and eventually found refuge by standing under a random building entryway. She found herself silently cussing at forgetting her phone and her purse back at the restaurant. Now she was stuck with no way to call anyone to come to get her.

Julianna wasn't sure how long she stood there, watching as the heavy rain hit against the pavement. Her mind was in somewhat of a daze that she didn't even notice a figure standing little ways from her until they decided to let their presence known.

"I thought I warned you about being alone?" Spoke a familiar voice that caused Julianna to almost jump out of her skin.

"What the fuck?!" She screeched, taking a step back as she eyed the smirking man beside her.

"You're soaking," Jaehyun observes, looking over her wet hair and clothes. "Did you not leave the house without an umbrella?" He questions, holding up his own.

"I didn't plan for a walk, so no, I didn't bother to grab one,"

Jaehyun hummed in response. "Do you need a ride home?" He offers, seeing that she also seemed to not have any of her personal items on her. It didn't take much to put two and two together.

"Thanks but I'll be ok. The rain will stop soon," She declines, folding her arms to keep herself from shivering.

"You have my word Julianna, I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to help," He just finished having dinner when he stepped out and spotted her standing alone. He didn't even think of how much of a coincidence that he saw her again but he wasn't going to question it.

Looking at Jaehyun, Julianna thought about how odd it was that he was nearby. She didn't think he was stalking her or anything but the fact that they both were at the same place at the same time made her brain hurt.

"Okay," She finally agrees, knowing her options were limited. "Lead the way,"

Opening up his umbrella, Jaehyun held out his free hand and waited for Julianna to grab ahold of it before he led the way back across the street and towards a sleek BMW. Opening the passenger side door, he helped Julianna inside and ran to his side, quickly sliding inside before tossing the umbrella in the backseat.

Taking a quick glance at Julianna, Jaehyun saw her visibly shiver causing him to immediately switch on the heat to give her some sort of comfort. "Thank you," She tells him, giving him a small smile as their eyes met, He was being so kind and she appreciated it greatly.

"Of course," Jaehyun nods in return. "Do you mind if I...." He trails off, pointing at the seatbelt indicating what he meant.

Julianna gave him a knowing look but sat back and allowed him to do what he asked. She watched as he leaned towards her and reached for the seatbelt, giving her a whiff of his masculine scent for a few seconds before moving away to buckle her in.

Out of habit, Julianna licked her lips once he was done, feeling a burst of butterflies erupt in her stomach at something so small. "So where am I going?" He asks, putting his own seatbelt on and push-starting his car.

For a brief moment, Julianna really took the time to just take him in. Everything from his red button-up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the black slacks he wore, the shoes on his feet to the watch on his wrist looked expensive. He looked expensive. Even when her eyes moved towards his face, a face that was nothing short of perfection, she felt so out of place seating next to him.

"Julianna..." And his voice...it was like a sweet symphony she knew she'd never get tired of hearing.

Blinking, Julianna snapped out of her daze and cleared her throat, feeling a bit embarrassed at what had just occurred. "I-..." She begin, cutting her words short realizing that she really didn't want to go back home where she knew her sister and her owner would be waiting.

Sensing her hesitancy, Jaehyun assumed it was because she didn't want him to know where she lived but that couldn't be the furthest from the truth. "I could get you a room for the night, if that's what you prefer," He offers, wanting her to at least be somewhere comfortable.

"I know what you're thinking but that's not why. I just...I just don't want to go home tonight and...I don't want to be alone either," She confesses, hoping he'd catch what she was hinting at. Lately, she hasn't been in the mood to be around anyone she knew. In fact, she wished she could just get away for a while. She needed it.

Like Julianna, for the first time since she got into the car, Jaehyun took the time to really look her over. And just like the night they met, she was just as beautiful. Except now, she was all wet which caused the dress she wore to fit snugly against her moist skin. Making her look a little bit more sensual than usual.

"I see," He voices, picking up what she meant. "Is there anything you need before we go?"

"Besides clothes, no," She chuckles softly, not believing the choices she's been making. For all she knew this man could be a killer. But in her defense, she's been living with one already.

Julianna watched Jaehyun smile as he pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to whoever he was talking to. "I got it handled. Are you ready?"

"Very."

[pocminiseries]

Concrete Rose

➵♣️Pairing: Choi San x OC ➵♣️Warnings: Mature, Adult Content, Explicit Language, Gang Relations, etc ➵♣️Genre: Romance, Fanfiction, Smut, Interracial, Urban, Non - Kpop Related ➵♣️Synopsis: He was everything she needed and feared the most.

Yelloasis - Don’t Know Why U Wonder

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Her scent was the first thing he noticed.

An elegant, sweet floral scent mix with strawberries that seemed to put his mind at is.

It was refreshing, especially at a bar where the smell of cigar smoke and loud cologne always seemed to linger.

From the corner of his eye, he watched the mystery woman take up the chair beside him, placing her clutch on the marble countertop in front of her. He could only see the side of her face but from that alone, he could tell how beautiful she was.

Her skin was a warm shade of copper, smooth and so feminine. She wore her hair in soft curls that cascaded past her shoulders and down her back. Her glossed lips were pulled back into a small smile that she geared towards the bartender, who seemed to be in the same trance as he was. And though he didn't know much about makeup, he thought the shimmery gold look on her eyes was perfect.

"Whiskey sour, please." He heard her speak, finding himself to even be attracted to the symphonic sound of her voice.

When she turned her attention to her phone, San took the opportunity to take in her figure, feeling his dick twitch in his slacks as his eyes swept over the olive green dress that hugged her curves so deliciously. The jean jacket she wore hung loosely off of one shoulder, displaying a floral tattoo that went from her shoulder onto her chest which he felt only added to her sexiness.

He no longer cared that he was checking her out so boldly but he honestly couldn't resist it.

She was almost too perfect.

"Thank you." She whispered once her drink of choice was placed in front of her. He watched as she begins to go through her clutch for what he assumed for money but being the man he was, he wasn't going to allow her to come up out of her own pockets.

At least not while he was present.

"Allow me." He offered, nodding his head towards the bartender who immediately put it on his tab.

Talayeh sat back in her chair, eyeing the stranger next to her curiously. Trying her best not to ogle him too much. "Preciate it." She thanked him, seeing no point in denying a free drink, especially with the type of day she's had.

San smiled at her, a smile that always made him seem more innocent than he actually was. .

If only she knew that she was in the presence of someone so ruthless and incredibly dangerous.

A comfortable silence fell between them while he downed the rest of his own drink and she chewed on one of the cherries from hers.

She saw her phone light up a few times but chose to ignore it knowing who was contacting her and why. Still, she didn't care to answer. The whole reason she even came here was to have a moment to herself and she doesn't even drink alcohol like that to even be at the bar. However, the soft music and easy atmosphere were way better than the loud, hot ass, crowded nightclub she left her friends at only blocks away.

"Why aren't you answering your phone, if you don't mind me asking?" San questioned, his slightly accented voice making her wonder if he was a foreigner here on US soil.

"No need. They know where I went." She shrugged, taking a nice sip of her drink, shivering a bit at the coldness.

Besides Talayeh knew that Meka and Devyn would probably be headed home with some random men tonight, with the exception of Nastasia. Anthony would snap her neck if she ever thought about another man and she wouldn't have it any other way.

"Not much into parties?"

"Depends on my mood honestly." She answered. Some occasions she's ready to turn up and let loose, tonight however just wasn't one of them. Her mind had been too occupied with shit that's been affecting her for the last few weeks to enjoy much of anything.

"Why are you here?" She asked, leaning her arms on top of the bar, turning her head to look at him more clearly. He had that type of face that made someone simply say 'damn' because of how attractive they look. Flawless in every sense of the word.

San's eyes settled on her, allowing himself to really bask in her beauty. "Business. Nothing special." Technically he was telling the truth but his type of 'business' didn't consist of what most thought it did.

Talayeh could sense something in the way he said business, like there something more to it but she wasn't about to pry. Though he was easy on the eyes, she didn't know who he was or what he was capable of. Still, it didn't make him any less intriguing to her though. He had this aura of mystery behind him that peeked her curiosity.

However, she thought he looked pretty young, almost younger than her. But she knew that with Asians, sometimes it could be difficult to determine their true age. All she knew for sure was that he was at least 21 since he was sitting at the bar ordering drinks.

"Are...you here alone?" She asked, hesitant at first. The question felt almost foreign on her lips. One could determine it any sorts of ways and she honestly didn't know why she asked.

Or maybe she did but didn't want to admit to it.

She had only been in his presence for twenty minutes, yet she could feel something in the way he looked at her. The attraction between the two was clear as day, that much was obvious. She's been eyeing him, in the same way, he's been doing to her the moment she sat down.

San raised an eyebrow at her question, almost surprised that she asked to begin with. "I am." He nodded as he let his obsidian eyes glide over her slowly, from head to toe and back up again.

Talayeh rubbed her lips together feeling a bit self-conscious under his gaze while her heart raced wildly inside of her chest.

"I would ask you the same but you would've chosen to go home to him and not be here with me instead. Correct me if I'm wrong?" He says confidently, already knowing his words to be true. A man would have to be stupid to let someone so gorgeous go wandering about alone. She was the type you'd kill for...

And he would.

She chuckled a bit, emptying her glass, picking the last cherry from the ice. "I've been lonely for a while now." She told him, confessing the very thing that's been eating away at her mind. A humorless laugh erupted from her throat at the fact that she was only twenty-four feeling this way, making her feel so pathetic.

She has tried the dating world but shit never moved in her favor, always getting the bad batch filled with men who would never be faithful.

San was surprised hearing her speak such words but then he remembered that most men nowadays were anything but that, men. Yet he couldn't talk much. He's had plenty of "relationships" with women but none have managed to capture his heart in the way he wanted.

Well, with the exception of one.

But he was a great lover, that much the women he's been with could never deny.

"What's your name?" He asked, deliberately placing his hand close to hers just to feel her skin against his, even if it was minimal.

Talayeh noticing the gesture, boldly interlocked her hand with his, loving the way it felt to her. "Talayeh."

"San." He introduced himself, bringing their hands up and turning it to place a kiss on the back of hers.

Her eyes fluttered and her cheeks became heated from his simple kiss, making her feel like a school girl. She shouldn't be behaving this way. Being smitten by a man she just met but she was. It has never been this way with anyone she has met before. Although she knew that she be tread carefully, she was willing to throw all caution to the wind, at least this once.

"Can I ask you for a favor San?" Maybe it was too soon to be asking him for anything at all but tonight, she was taking chances.

She'd suffer the consequences later if any at all.

"Anything." He said with no hesitation, ready to give her whatever she wanted.

Talayeh debated if what she was about to do next was a good decision. Her mind was hazy and heart heavy. The intelligent side of her should be somewhere requesting an Uber to take her half tipsy ass home, not here doing what she about to do. But at the moment, she was no longer giving a fuck.

"Would you mind keeping me company tonight?" Her nights were usually spent alone in the confinement of her house but she didn't want that tonight. She wanted, no, needed to be held by him. To be kissed on and touched with hands other than her own and he was more than willing to oblige.

To be and do whatever she needed.

"My place or yours?"

"Yours."

Without another word, San briefly let go of her hand to pull out his wallet from inside his jacket's pocket. He swiftly pulled out a crisp fifty dollar bill, placing it on the bar. "Keep the change." He told the bartender, standing up from his chair.

"Come on." His tone was gentle as he helped her up, allowing her to grab her clutch while she slipped her other hand into his waiting one.

Only the sound of her heels could be heard with each step she took, following close behind him. Tingles shot through her veins with both excitement and nervousness. Here she was doing something she said she would never do.

Unaware of how this night was going to change her life forever.

[pocminiseries]

At Midnight|4

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"You've heard of the name Rodrigo before, yes?"

Nodding his head, Leo casually leaned back against the counter with his arms folded. "Yes,"

"Then I imagine you know how dangerous he is,"

"Depends on who you ask," Leo replies. Even before he stepped foot into Seattle, he has heard Rodrigo's name a few times through word of mouth. He was a known figure because of his ties with the Mexican Cartel.

Before Leo had decided to part ways with the life he once lived, Rodrigo along with his poor excuse of a son was amongst the list of names his counterparts wanted to be eliminated. In a way, Leo felt like all of this was an interesting play of events.

The one woman who managed to pique his interest happened to be engaged to the very son of someone he was ordered to kill.

Sitting on one of the bar stools, Imani found herself eyeing Leo's muscled back and the large colorful designed tattoo that graced the entirety of it, including parts of his arms. Its Asian themed influence sparked curiosity inside of her as her fingers itched to touch it but she was quick to remind herself that wouldn't be wise to act upon her urges.

"My father used to work for him back in the day as a dealer in the streets and he made a lot of money from it which is how he met my mother. His illegal activities provided them with a lavish lifestyle and it became addicting to the point that they went into debt with Rodrigo..." Imani explains, turning her glass filled with water in her hands.

"And when people are in debt with someone like him, it usually means death because he knew no matter how much people pleaded, they'd never be able to repay him what is owed...and that's where I come into all of this."

Licking her lips, Imani let out a deep breath as she shook her head. "Rodrigo told them that he'd let them live under one condition...that they would promise me to be his son's future wife. I was only three when they agreed to it. I've never had a say so in anything I've done Leo. I was raised to be the perfect spouse because of my parent's foolish ways and now I'm stuck,"

"So you've tried to run before?" He guessed out loud, glancing at Imani over his shoulder.

"Of course. I did when I was twenty-one when I had found out the truth about what they had done. I was so close but Jayden had found me hiding out at my aunts and Rodrigo decided to use them as an example...I still remember the look on my mothers face when she saw her sisters limbs hung throughout the tree in our front yard along with her husband and their children,"

Squeezing her eyes shut, Imai tried to push the unwanted memory away but no matter how much she tried, the image would always be at the back of her mind. "Rodrigo had promised if I ran again, he'd do worse to not only my parents but my siblings and their families too - but I shouldn't care. My own flesh and blood gave me up as a pawn and my brother and sister left me out to dry...and I'm the one who has to suffer just so they'll be safe..."

Just thinking about it made her angry. "It's the guilt that's making you stay isn't it?" It was easy for Leo to see what was holding her back because he understood. "They don't deserve your compassion Imani...no matter which way you look at it,"

"Maybe they don't but I have a three old niece now and knowing what Rodrigo is capable of scares me," Plus running would also have her life on the line. Seattle wasn't the only city the Torres controlled.

Turning around to face her, Leo looked her over, taking in her stressed state. The slight bags under her eyes, her bruised cheek, her damp hair hanging over her shoulders, and mix-matched attire showed him just how tired she must feel. It was a problem he wanted to fix.

"Is that why you were hoping your heart would give out before your wedding day?" Leo questions, immediately catching Imai's attention. "You haven't been taking your medicine as you should, hoping that it would speed up the process...am I right?"

Imani's eyes snapped towards Leo in surprise, a bit taking back at his words. "It's sad isn't it? To choose the easy way out but...I just want peace and I can never have that if I stay here," She confesses, sounding defeated.

"Is that what you want, a way out?"

"There isn't any so it doesn't matter," If she ran, her loved ones would surely die and the guilt from that alone would bring her to an early grave before her heart could, and if she stayed, she'd be miserable being married to someone as toxic as Jayden knowing she wouldn't last long. Either way, she looked at it, it was a lose, lose situation.

However, that couldn't be the furthest from the truth and Leo knew this.

"I can help but only if you allow me to," Leo softly offers, silently wishing she'd say yes. The moment she showed up on his doorstep was the moment Imani unknowingly became his top priority.

Whatever she needed...whatever she asked he would oblige.

Traveling around the world because of his old profession, Leo has seen his fair share of women. All shapes, sizes and ethnicities. The type of women that men would kill over just to call them their own. However, that night at the gala when his eyes landed on Imani made him believe that maybe there was a God because only he had the ability to create the type of beauty in front of him.

He was hers and she didn't even know it.

"No Leo. Me coming here is already bad enough. I can't put you in harm's way because of my reckless decisions. You even letting me come here is enough. I really appreciate it," Imani thanks him, grabbing ahold of his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. She watched as he looked at their hands before meeting her gaze, sending a shiver up her spine.

The way this man looks at her sets her body on fire. A sense of warmness flows from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. It was a feeling she's never experienced before.

Until him.

"No harm will ever come to you while you're with me...trust me," While Imani wasn't aware of who Leo is or what he was capable of, she had no clue how true his words were.

Imani softly smiled as she shook her head. "You don't understand Leo..." Imani mumbles, letting her words trail off while unknowingly squeezing his hand tighter. "When he finds me, I-..."

Leo carefully watched Imani visibly shake as thoughts of what Jayden would do once he found her ran rapt through her mind. Especially if he were to find her alone with another man. "I shouldn't have come here. It was stupid. Fuck was I thinking?!" She said to herself standing up, knowing she had to leave before her psychotic ass fiance came searching for her.

Leo was quick to pull her to a stop, gripping her hand to get her attention. "Don't be foolish Imani. You going back to him tonight will only make do much worse. You know this. Stay here tonight and you can leave in the morning,"

"Bu-"

"You'll be safe with me, I promise," Leo reassures her. Still seeing hesitancy in her eyes, he pulled her closer making sure to leave no room between them. Dropping her hand, he cupped her face, forcing her to look at him.

His brown eyes wandered over her face, admiring features he considerate nothing short of perfect. "I got you...alright?"

Imani could only nod as her arms found comfort around his toned waist. This moment reminded her so much of their encounter at the restaurant. The way he held her as she cried. How good it felt when he held her close making her feel safe even for a few seconds.

This man had the ability to easily soothe her soul that has been aching for so long that she knew this feeling was going to become addicting.

Needing to feel more of him, Imani's hands ran up his back and pulled him closer as she laid her head against his chest, breathing in his scent. She felt him place a kiss against her forehead before he held her tightly like he knew she needed, what she deserved.

Imani knew that tomorrow was going to be hell once she came face to face with Jayden. Before she had arrived at Leo's she had disabled her location on her phone but she just couldn't shake the feeling that he'd still find her. He always did.

But for now, she didn't want to think about it. All she wanted was to enjoy being held by a man she knew nothing about but who made her feel so much.

"Come on," Leo says after a few minutes, stepping back and grabbing ahold of her hand to lead Imani upstairs. Turning off the lights behind them, Leo walked up the steps with Imani following close behind. She was quiet and he knew her mind was probably thinking of every type of scenario possible but he was serious when he said that she'd be safe with him.

"I have two guest rooms," He states once they reach the top. "Choose whichever one you'd like,"

Imani eyed the two doors before shifting her gaze towards his opened bedroom door. She knew exactly where she wanted to lay her head tonight. "Your room," She answers hoping he wouldn't question her decision and thankfully he didn't.

As soon as Leo closed his bedroom door, Imani pulled off her sweats and slid underneath his cool sheets with Leo sliding in right behind her. Wrapping his arm around her waist, Leo pulled Imani close instantly feeling her relax against him as he placed a small kiss on her ear before whispering words that would come save her in her most desperate times.

"When you need me, come find me,"

[pocminiseries]

Girl With The Tattoos|3

Broken.

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Na'imah was only seven when she went to live with her mothers estrange sister, Hazel, after her parent's untimely death.

In the beginning, everything was fine. Hazel had taken Na'imah in, including her as a part of her family which consisted of her two daughters, Aubrey and Eva, and her police chief husband Nico.

During her grieving period, they all were there for her, comforting her, showing her the love that she had once felt when her parents were alive. Her cousins who she felt like were more like her older sisters always found a way to cheer her up, doing everything together. Something that Na'imah was looking forward to being herself until the day of the accident.

Not only did she lose her parents but also her little sister who was only three months away from being born.

And although Her Aunt Hazel and Uncle Nico weren't her mother and father, they temporarily filled the void inside her heart for a while.

It wasn't until she turned ten that things begin to change though.

The love that she once had felt around her new family started to fade. Na'imah being as intelligent as she is picked up on it immediately. Her cousins had become distant and rude, her aunt was less caring, leaving Na'imah to literally take care of herself. It was almost as if she had become invisible in a place she called home.

But it was her uncle who was by far the worst.

When Na'imah first moved in, she never questioned the loving hugs and kisses she would receive from her uncle because of how he presented himself. However, she did notice the older she got, he started to look at her differently. Especially after she hit puberty and her appearance and body begin to change. His touches would linger as well as his lips that seemed to move a little closer to her mouth than her cheek each time.

Na'imah's eleventh birthday was the day her life turned into the nightmare she had dealt with for over seven years.

She still remembered the day so vividly. How happy she was to be turning eleven. Her aunt who hadn't been the best had seemed to make a turnaround, promising her a day filled with shopping for new clothes and shoes, as well taking her out for manis and pedis and to end her day with going to her favorite restaurant to eat.

But it was all a lie.

Since she had gone to sleep late the night before, she had woken up pretty late, missing out on the birthday breakfast her aunt had promised her. Disappointed, she had gotten out of bed, only to realize that her aunt and cousins had left without her, leaving her alone with her uncle and men she remembered seeing a few times.

At first, Na'imah didn't think too much about it, still seeing no reason to fear them.

Of course, that quickly changed.

On a day that was supposed to be filled with laughter and happy memories were replaced with screams of fear and heartbreak.

She still recalled what her uncle had said when they corned her in his man cave that was located in the basement. How they were only allowed to touch her wherever they pleased but "Her virginity belonged to him."

He allowed them to do things to her that no one should ever do to someone so young. Forcing her to touch them in a manner that made her want to throw up.

And once they were finished, she was warned to keep her pretty little mouth closed because "who would believe her" he said.

Na'imah felt utterly disgusting, even after she cleaned herself. She wanted so badly to tell her aunt once she came home but quickly realized that she was set up with a simple look she received from the woman she thought loved her.

When she was thirteen, her uncle words had come true as he stole something so precious that she could never get back.

All while her aunt knew, as well as her daughters.

Every day she woke up in that house, she wished that she was dead. The pain she experienced always threatened to break her down but she never allowed it to, she couldn't.

When Na'imah left, she made sure to leave no trace behind, making sure they wouldn't know where she was going which was hard to do since her uncle had eyes everywhere.

Still, she managed to escape, breaking free from the consistent torment that her "family" gave her.

Sadly, her past still haunts her on a daily but it was always worse whenever she closed her eyes to sleep. No matter how hard she tried, she could never escape it.

Because of what happened, she never had a regular relationship with people. Trust being something she felt no one really deserved, always keeping the wall made of steel up around everyone she met....until JB.

She rarely let anyone get close to her and here she was allowing someone she could never have, slowly tear down something she had strongly built up for her protection. A man she felt like was too pure to deal with her fucked up thing called life.

She had convinced herself that she was too broken to be fixed but she quickly realized that JB was someone who never gives up.

"Na'imah!"

Jumping at the sudden sharp voice, Na'imah snapped back into reality, eyeing the man who stood smiling in front of her. "Yes?" Jinsung was always the quiet and reserved type, so this was the first time she had ever heard him raise his voice since she first met him. He was a sweet but stern older gentleman who happens to own the 7/11 she works at.

"I would ask what's on your mind but I doubt you would tell me," He said with a raised eyebrow, tucking the magazine he had under his arm. "There's someone waiting outside for you." He added, shifting his gaze towards the entrance which she followed.

Na'imah did a double take before leaning a bit over the counter to see if her eyes were playing tricks on her. "H-how do you know it's for me?"

"He asked," Jinsung stated simply, making his way around to the back of the counter to stand next to her. "I can handle things from here. Go and enjoy the rest of your day with your boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend." She quickly rushed out.

Jinsung made a face, chuckling lowly. "I'm not sure other girls would deny an idol being called their boyfriend."

At hearing this, Na'imah stared at him with wide eyes. It wasn't as if one could tell who JB was, especially with his face being covered by had a hat and a mask. Maybe he looked a bit suspicious standing by a van, looking into the store but nothing screamed idol.

"H-he's no-"

"Sure he isn't," Jinsung said dismissively, cutting her denial short. "I'm thirty-six Na'imah, I know an idol when I see one."

With the slight roll of his eyes, he undid her apron an slightly pushed her to the side. "He's been standing there for a while, don't want to keep him waiting too long. Go."

Side-eyeing Jinsung, Na'imah grabbed her things and made her way towards the exit, her heart beating rapidly inside her chest with every step. She had hung out with JB a few times since that night in the studio, so she didn't understand why she still was so nervous around him.

Maybe it was because those times they have been together, it was usually late and no one was around. Now it was early in the morning when everyone was out and about, starting their day.

"And don't worry about coming in tonight, take the night off," Jinsung added just as Na'imah reached for the door handle.

Shooting him a look, she pushed the door open, taking a few steps to stand in front of JB in his all-black attire, his familiar scent hitting her senses. "What are you doing here?" She asked softly, still surprised that he was here in front of her.

She hadn't been able to see him for two weeks because of his scheduling, so for him to pop up so unexpectedly made her both happy and nervous.

Since his hat was so low, she couldn't see that he had been drinking in her appearance the moment she walked out. The way those white jeans hugged her thighs and hips, took his mind to a place it's traveled to often because of her. Sometimes he wondered if she knew how beautiful she was, both inside and out.

"JB?"

Lifting his gaze higher until his eyes landed on her smirking face, he reached for hands, pulling her in for a hug, ignoring the curious looks of people passing by. Her warmth engulfed him as he squeezed her, placing his lips against her neck much to her dismay. He was aware of how it affected her when he did it, earning that soft moan she always let out when he teased her.

"I missed you." He softly told her, allowing his lips to brush across her ear. What he really wanted to do was kiss her but he couldn't risk his face being exposed which he understood but still nonetheless hated.

"I missed you too." She said sincerely, still not believing that he was actually here.

"Come with me." He invited, pulling the door to the van back so she could get in. Seeing no point in asking questions, she slid in with him following behind her, closing the door behind him. "You don't have anything planned today do you?"

She gave him a knowing look. "You know I don't have much of a life outside of work."

If she wasn't working, then she was home, snuggled up on her couch, watching tv or movies. Occasionally she'd wander around the city to get more familiar with it but other than that, Na'imah was pretty much the definition of a homebody.

"You weren't joking when you said you didn't have many friends were you?"

Shaking her head, she shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. "Not really. I still keep in contact with a few good people I've met during my military service but I'm not all that close to anyone like that. Never have been." She knew that it wasn't good to be as isolated as she was but she couldn't help it. Her past made her that way.

JB hummed lowly. "I think that's starting to change." He acknowledged, shedding light on how close they both have gotten since they exchanged numbers. Though she was still holding back things, JB still knew quite a bit about her. He found that she was easier to read than he thought, having the habit of wearing her emotions on her face for the world to see.

More than anything he wanted to know who or what hurt her for her to be so hesitant and distant. She had revealed that she has never been in a real relationship before but has dated around a few times. That made him curious as to why nothing serious ever came from them but didn't surprise him after he's gotten a feel of who she was.

"Maybe." She smiled at him softly, playing with the rings on his fingers. "Where are we going?"

"My place." He said, sitting back against his seat as the driver moved into traffic. "If you don't mind of course." He added once he took in her facial experience.

Clearing her throat, she shook her head. "No, it's fine. I wasn't doing anything today anyway." She had been alone with him before, so this shouldn't be any different.

"You sure?" He questioned, placing his hand on her thigh, feeling her shiver from his touch. It was interesting to him how she reacted whenever he touched her. He remembered a few weeks back the fear in her eyes when things got intensely heated between them, that made him quickly pull back. She reassured him that it wasn't him and that she simply wasn't ready which he understood but her reaction scared him and also arose many questions.

She enjoyed his touch, that much he knew but she had boundaries which he respected but he knew something terrible happened to her.

"Yes, as long as food is involved." She half-joked, hungry after her eight-hour shift. She'd eat a few snacks throughout her shift but what she wanted more than anything was real food.

JB laughed, linking their fingers together. "Already two steps ahead of you." He made a mental note to thank Jinyoung once again for suggesting a restaurant he's never heard of for food they both felt like she would enjoy.

It was the small things he did that made her feelings for him grow every day. Always leaving her gifts of her favorite things from food to flowers. She appreciated how he paid attention to everything she's revealed about herself, even the little detail about her favorite Digimon character, Patamon, in which he gave her a plush toy of, along with other characters.

"What?" He spoke up. Tilting his head to the side as he eyed Na'imah staring him at him with this soft look on her face.

"I...thank you." She muttered, not knowing what else to say after being caught.

"For what?"

Laying her head against his shoulder, she sighed deeply, enjoying his presence. "For being you."

A comfortable silence fell between them after that, with JB smiling and Na'imah drifting in and out of sleep until the car came to a stop. Refusing to let her walk in her sleepy state, he carried her to the front door of his dorm. Knowing that Jinyoung and Yugyeom were home, he chose to knock, hoping at least one of the members were awake to answer.

A few seconds later, a tired looking Yugyeom opened the door, rubbing his eyes. "Hyung, you have a key, wh-"

Realizing that JB wasn't alone, Yugyeom's sentence cut short after noticing the sleeping woman in his arms. "Yeojachingu?" He mouthed, not wanting to wake her as he stood to the side to let them in.

JB rolled his eyes, not bothering to answer the youngest members question. If he was being honest, he didn't know what they were and he wasn't going to put a title on it until he knows if her feelings are mutual.

He debated if he should wake her but thought against it since he didn't want to disturb her. Walking towards his room with Yugyeom close behind him, he placed her on his bed, removing her jacket as Yugyeom removed her boots. Once she was laid comfortably underneath his covers, JB had to practically drag Yugyeom out of his room, cracking the door behind him.

"She's pretty." Yugyeom grinned, ignoring the dark look JB was sending his way. "I always wondered where that sweet scent on your clothes comes from when you come home from the studio. Now I see where who it belongs to." The maknae stated, loving how irritated his hyung was looking at the moment.

"I would suggest you leave him alone unless you want to revisit the same headlock from a few nights ago," Jinyoung spoke up, stepping from the kitchen with a glass of water in hand.

Yugyeom pouted, sneaking a glance at JB who busied himself with the food on their kitchen table. "I'll have to order something else once she wakes up." He told them. "Let's eat."

He chewed on a piece of sausage while his members joined him, eating the Americanized breakfast that he gotten specifically for Na'imah, figured she would love to eat food from the US. He knew first hand what it was like to miss certain food when away from home.

"So, will we get to meet her once she gets up?" Jinyoung asked, slapping Yugyeom's hand from taking all of the bacon.

"If she doesn't mind." He was more than ready to introduce her to the people he loved. He knew that around them, he wouldn't have to hide the woman he wanted to call his own. And in time, hopefully, he could show off to the world one day.

Maybe he was thinking too far ahead but he didn't care. He was finding it hard to keep his feelings in check, even constantly telling himself that they were simply just friends, though he wanted to be more. This was more than just a simple crush.

"Have you at least spoken to JYP before you take things further?"

JB shook his head. He knew that he was allowed to date, however, he was afraid of the feedback he'd receive when he told management about her ethnicity. He didn't want to lose someone he considers to be so special to him.

Yugyeom and Jinyoung shared a look before staring at JB. "Your secret is safe with us."

"And we'll have your back no matter what." Yugyeom nodded.

A small smile pulled at JB's lips at their comforting words but he knew that soon, especially if something more blooms between him and Na'imah, that he will have to let his company know the truth.

And if things don't go as he hopes, he will refuse to let her go no matter of their wishes.

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Sweetest Taboo

➵♣️Pairing: Hwang Hyun-jin x OC ➵♣️Warnings: Mature, Adult Content, Explicit Language, Age Difference, etc ➵♣️Genre: Romance, Fanfiction, Smut, Interracial, Urban, Kpop Related ➵♣️Synopsis: In which age is nothing but a number when a young idol discovers the beauty of a grown woman.

Slow But Steady.

♣️♣️♣️♣️

It was the light knocks on her door that pulled her attention away from her late night snack of chocolate cake. Being that it was one in the morning, a sense of uneasiness crept through her veins as she slowly made her way to her front door and looked through the peephole.

Seeing a figure standing there in all black made her heart thump widely inside of her chest until the stranger pushed back their hoodie and lifted their head, revealing a face she knew all too well. "Shouldn't you be somewhere sleeping?" Subria questions once she unlocked and opened the door, stepping to the side to let her unexpected guest inside.

"I couldn't sleep," He responded in a low tone as he passed by her, barely sparing her a glance which she instantly took notice of.

"Hey..." She whispers, reaching out to pull him to a stop after locking the door once she closed it. "What's wrong?"

Hyunjin sighed, slowly turning to look towards the pretty woman who softly gripped his forearm. "Nothing. I didn't feel like staying in the dorms tonight. Would you mind if I spent the night here instead?"

Subria's eyes slightly narrow, sensing that he was lying. "Depends, does your manager know that you're here?" She asks, watching him roll his eyes at her little attempt in interrogating him.

"Noona, you know they don't but...they do think that I'm with a close friend which is slightly true," He replies, grinning at her knowingly, only for Subria to cross her arms. "Please don't make me go back there. I just need a place to relax...that's it, I promise,"

She could tell by his face how tired he truly was and with it being late, she saw no point in sending him back to the dorms. "I guess I'll believe you but next time, just text me in advance,"

Hyunjin smiled a bit, lifting his hand towards her lips causing Subria to freeze by his unexpected movement. "I will," He agrees, using his thumb to wipe away a bit of frosting in the corner of her mouth.

Subria watched him lick it clean, knowing fully well what little game he playing at. "How are the boys? I know you guys been working hard for another comeback soon," She chooses to ask instead, walking past him and into the kitchen with him trailing close behind.

"They're fine. We were happy just to be back home after the tour," Hyunjin knew that none of them were expecting to get so homesick when they were away. It was something that they would have to learn to cope with for future tour dates in even more cities and countries that they all hoped to visit one day.

"I see. Just give a bit more time. Being away like that will take while getting used to, trust me." She advises from her own personal experience of moving to a completely different country halfway across the world. It's only been a year but every day she misses a lot of things from back home in Georgia.

Hyunjin nods and leans against the counter as Subria started to clean up the small mess she made. "How have you been though, Noona? I missed you while I was away,"

Subria looked at him over her shoulder. "I noticed by all the text and video messages you sent me which were cute by the way," Everyday he sent her something, regardless of the time differences. With him being so photogenic, he always made sure to snap a selfie or two just for her to exclusively have for her own viewing. It made her happy seeing how happy he seemed traveling to different places, experiences different things that he's mentioned being interested in.

"In which, we need to talk about one video in particular and I know you know which one that I'm talking about too," She brings up once she placed her unfinished piece of cake back into the closed container before turning around to face him.

"What video? They were all innocent," He defends, playing the innocent roll perfectly and if Subria didn't know him as she did, it would have worked on her but she knew better.

"Nuh uhh. Don't pull that shit on me, Hyunjin. I can see right through it. You knew exactly what you were doing when you sent it. Stop playing with me," Placing her hands on her hips, she tried to seem upset with him but just like she knew him, he knew her. Clearly, she wasn't as mad about it as she trying to perceived to be.

Taking a step in her direction, Hyunjin took a second to allow his eyes to wander over her from head to toe, taking special notice of her choice of attire. The red boy shorts, in particular, holding most of his attention. It was probably his favorite color against her skin tone.

"It was a little lip bite, Noona," He simply brushes off, although he was fully aware he had done much more than that.

Subria rolled her eyes, ignoring the way he was beginning to look at her. "Lies. You did more than that by putting your hand in places where it shouldn't be," The video was only twenty seconds long, but it was long enough to make her mind go to a place she tried hard not to venture down.

"But I always lay like that in bed, you know that," With Jisung being out of the room to go get food, he was bored when the idea to tease Subria popped into his mind. He could admit that showing a bit of his toned stomach and licking his lips at the camera was just to get a rise out of her but other than that, the video was innocent.

Seeing that he wasn't going to admit to his sneaky ways, Subria shook her head, deciding to let it slide this once. "Fine...but don't anything like that again,"

"Or what, Noona? Were you that affected by what I did?" He taunts, cocking his head to the side. There was something about seeing her squirm he loved to witness. To watch her struggle with herself in an attempt to keep things platonic between them, for the most part, was so amusing at times.

"You're asking as if you already don't know the answer," Whatever plan he had when he sent her that small clip had caused the type of reaction he wanted and he knew it.

Subria has seen many sides of Hyunjin over the last three months that they've known each other. Sad, happy, moody, nervous and everything in between. But for some reason, when he touched or looked at her in a way she knew was more than a friendly manner, it made her feel something different towards him. She liked it but she would never admit it to him anytime soon.

He hummed lowly, eyeing her tiled floors before lifting his gaze back towards her. "I haven't seen you in weeks, Noona..." He trails off, hoping she would catch on to what he was getting at.

"What do you want, Hyunjin?" She softly asks, seeing him suddenly become vulnerable.

Licking his lips, Hyunjin moved closer, taking her hands into his. "You know exactly what I want..."

She had only let that line get crossed a handful of times, and each time it grew into something more. What they had was just suppose to be a friendship but obviously, that shit was changing quicker than she expected.

"Come here," She beckons, pulling the younger male closer to her, moving his arms to wrap them around her waist. With one hand on his back, and the other gripping the back of his neck, Subria could feel him shiver at her unexpected touch as she fought back a smile of approval. "Kiss me,"

It was all Hyunjin needed to hear to have him leaned down and slowly place a quick kiss on her lips, earning a soft giggle from Subria. "Stop...you know how nervous I get," He whines. She was so much more experienced than him when it came to things like this and every time they kissed, he always felt like he fell short though she assured him that he was fine.

Hyunjin wanted to make her feel the exact same he did every time their lips touched...fervent and intimate, almost sacramental. Just like everything about her, it was addicting.

His hands never went lower than her waist for the sake of respect but he needed more. So when he took a chance and carefully slid them lower to firmly grip at the soft roundness of her ass, he watched with fascination at her eyes darkening from his touch.

"Hyunjin..." She weakly warns, though not making a move to stop what he was doing. A low groan fell past her lips when he took it upon himself to give her a squeeze, a noise he wanted to hear more of.

With her lips slightly parted, Hyunjin swooped down and kissed her once more, nervously sliding his tongue across her bottom lip. When she didn't protest, he slipped into her awaiting mouth, finally getting his fill of what she tasted like. She had seemed to mold into him after that, pulling him closer although they were as close to each other as they could get.

Subria allowed him to test uncharted waters, releasing a moan from her chest as their tongues made a dance of their own. This wasn't how this was supposed to go. He wasn't supposed to be this good so quickly. He wasn't supposed to have her craving for more. And he certainly wasn't supposed to have her aching in the most delicate part of her body from a kiss alone.

Her breathing was getting heavy, and her hands had a firm grip on the material of his hoody. Things were getting heavy and she felt it. The moment his lips made contact with her neck she almost lost it. "No...wait a minute," She chokes out, pushing Hyunjin back to stop his assault.

The sight of his flushed face and swollen lips was an image that she knew would plague her dreams tonight. "Slow, Hyunjin...slow. Please don't make me cross that line just yet because I promise you won't be ready," When she agreed to this, she only did it under one condition, that they do things her way. Rushing into it wouldn't teach him anything.

"I know but it's so hard sometimes, Subria," He mumbles, hiding his face inside of her neck, placing little kisses against her skin.

The innocent action had her biting her lip. "L-let's just go to bed, ok?" She stutters, gently moving out of his grasps. "And don't look at me like that," She shyed away, flicking off the lights in the kitchen.

"Look at you like what? Can I not admire the woman I care about now?" He chuckles, following her down the hall towards her bedroom.

"Keep playing and you'll be sleeping on the couch," She declared, pulling back her sheets with Hyunjin doing the same to the other side.

"Why would you do that when we both know how much you love my cuddles?" Hyunjin mentions as he removed his shoes. "What?" He questions, noticing the look that she was giving him. Through curious eyes, he followed her gaze to where she looking at as a slight red hue graced his cheeks when he realized what it was.

"Noona...please stop," He begs, quickly sitting down, letting out a low groan from moving too fast. "Would you mind if I..."

"Go take a cold shower, you'll be fine," She advises, a knowing smile pulling at the corners of her lips. "I'll try to stay up and wait for you to return,"

Scurrying to his feet, Hyunjin powerwalked to her bathroom and locked himself inside of it. With his back against the door, he found himself releasing a much-needed breath. He hadn't even realized how much she had affected him until a few seconds ago.

It was embarrassing, to say the least, though it was a normal reaction for any one man to have.

Stripping himself of his clothes, he stepped into the shower and turned the knob to cold water, moaning louder than he intended to when the liquid hit against throbbing appendage.

And Subria heard him as clear as day with her thighs squeezing together in an attempt to sedate her growing arousal.

She was slowly beginning to accept how challenging it was to keep things at the pace they were going. To convince herself daily that this was the right way was becoming exhausting and Hyunjin was constantly testing her boundaries.

Patience was key, that much she knew. However, she found it easier said than done.

[pocminiseries]

Kim Namjoon

➵❤︎Type: Mini-Series ➵❤︎Pairing: Kim Namjoon x OC ➵❤︎Warnings: Mature, Adult Content(Eventually), Explicit Language. ➵❤︎Genre: Romance, Fanfiction, Smut, Interracial, Urban, Mini-Series, Kpop Related ➵❤︎Synopsis: In which the popular leader makes an unexpected connection with someone different.

One.

♦

They had made it.

After years of many sleepless nights, long rehearsals, and unforgettable hours in the studio crafting their art, they were finally at the top of their game. This comeback has been their biggest to date, and they've been on a high ever since.

Although Namjoon was proud of his success, he still felt as though this moment in his life was very much bittersweet.

He realized that even with having everything he ever dreamed of coming true, it all somehow seemed to change him in the midst of it all. Even as he stood beside his close friends, he found himself reminiscing on who he was when he first started out as a trainee to now being molded into the world known idol persona RM.

Only a few had the pleasure of knowing who he truly was. Allowing people to get close to him was already a challenge on its own and in this business, you had to always keep your guard up for obvious reasons.

His fans didn't even know he was freshly single after ending a two-year relationship with another idol only a few weeks ago. The breakup had affected him in a way that surprised him, and everyone around him could see it. 

So when Jackson had given word a party he was throwing, the guys saw it as an opportunity to bring him along to not only support their friend but also to attempt to cheer up their leader.

The exclusive underground club was filled with familiar faces Namjoon has either worked with or met before since the beginning of his career. His close friends were around him, drinking and talking amongst themselves about something that he hasn't been paying much attention to since he arrived only an hour ago.

While he wanted to show love to his good friend Jackson, he wasn't exactly in the mood for conversation with anyone. His mind was in a completely different place and more than anything, he wanted time alone, something that he's rarely had the taste of over the last few months.

He honestly did not know how long he could put on a fake smile every time someone would look at him.

Placing the red plastic cup against his lips, he sipped the soju as his eyes scanned over the many faces once more until they landed on someone who made him do a double-take. In the corner of the club sat a woman on a barstool staring off into space. 

The first thing that caught his attention was her thick mass of curly hair that seemed to frame her face just right. She sported a pair of black-framed glasses that Namjoon thought suited her unique features so well. From her jean jacket to her short white dress and heels on her feet, she somehow managed to stick out the most to him.

The club was filled with beautiful women but she was so different from the rest, and that made him curious. "Who is she?" He asked suddenly, not realizing he had cut off Jackson's talk about organic tea. His friends looked at him curiously before following the tall male's intense gaze until they spotted the woman who grabbed his attention.

A small smile tugged at Jin's lips knowing exactly who she was through mutual friends. "Rocsi. She's Destiny's best friend." He answered, eyeing Namjoon closely, seeing a rare but familiar look on his face.

Namjoon found himself lowly repeating her name, enjoying the way it sounded as it slipped past his lips. As if hearing her name being called, she suddenly looked up and found Namjoon's brown orbs starring back at her. Tilting her head to the side a little bit, she smirked at him causing him to copy her movements, all while his friends looked at the two with amused looks on their faces.

When her phone started to light up in her hands, she broke eye contact to look down at it and the playful smirk she once had was gone. A wave of emotions washed over her face as she stood up and walked towards the exit quickly, placing the phone on her ear.

Standing there, Namjoon debated if he should go after her or not. Did he even have the right to? He hasn't even spoken a word to her, yet he wanted to know everything about her. This wasn't like him at all. The last thing on his mind was the thought of another woman, especially after his break up with Wendy.

But that was before his eyes landed on Rocsi.

"Are you going to stand there or go after her?" Jackson questioned, lightly giving Namjoon a push of encouragement on his shoulder.

Of course, he wanted to but what would he even say to her? The only thing he knew was that for some reason, he was fascinated by her. To him, Rosci was the type of woman he hasn't seen before.

She was beyond gorgeous to him.

"I'll be back." He told his friends, making up his mind to follow his gut and throw caution to the wind. The look on her face when she left made him want to make sure she was at least ok. 

Deep down, he wasn't sure what he was doing or if he should be doing it at all but he was curious. There was an attraction there that he couldn't deny and that surprised him more than anything. He was always so sure of his "type" but after seeing her, all that changed within a matter of seconds.

Going out of the door he saw her exit from, he stepped out and looked towards his right, spotting her leaning against the wall having a heated argument with whoever she was on the phone with. With her back facing towards him, he shamelessly took in her slim but curvy figure. Licking his lips, he stepped up behind her just as she ended her conversation.

It wasn't until she felt a hand being placed on her hip that she realized she wasn't alone. Her body went stiff, panicking that someone was going to hurt her until she heard his voice in her ear. One that she knew so well.

"Rocsi..."

[pocminiseries]

Lonely.

➵♣️Pairing: Bang Yongguk x OC ➵♣️Warnings: Mature, Adult Content, Explicit Language, Drugs, Gang Relations, etc ➵♣️Genre: Romance, Fanfiction, Smut, Interracial, Urban, Angsty AF, Non-Kpop Related ➵♣️Synopsis: He was the type mama warned you about. A savage in his own right. The type you shouldn't associate with. Yet how could you stay away from someone who made you feel so right?

It was too much.

She deserved more.

She deserved better.

She knew that.

And so did he.

Yet she still craved for him.

Her body and soul was in need of feeling his touch again.

But he was a dangerous man. The life he lived wasn’t something she wanted. It reminded her too much of the streets in her home city of New Orleans. The very life she worked so hard to get away from, only to end up dealing with the same shit in a different country. People warned her about him and at first, she listened. She knew his type and yet she fell for him.

Then there were the trust issues. Just the thought of him being surrounded by pretty women all the time had her heated. “I don’t want them jagiya, I want you.” Those words he repeated to her over and over but she was just too insecure to believe him. How could she? In his society, he was a better fit for girls of his ethnic group than hers. Although she knew better than to believe it, she couldn't help but let it get to her head.

He was a beautiful man.

The type many girls wanted the attention from.

It was the thing that drove them untimely apart.

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12:36 A.M.

The club was packed as expected on this warm Friday night. Samora walked casually towards the bar as her Giuseppe heels clicked against the dark wooden floors beneath her. Tonight she decided to pull out her special little black dress since she was on a mission.

A mission to turn the tables for once.

To show him how hurtful it was seeing the person he claimed to love all hugged on someone who wasn’t him. Hands caressing a stranger just for the thrills. Lips experiencing the taste of another man.

Even before she left out of her apartment tonight she knew he had someone watching her, sending back word to where she was headed to. Bang Yongguk always kept tabs on what was his, and Samora Lewis belonged to him. It’s been that way since the two first got together. If you knew him then you KNEW just how much he cared for his gongjunim.

Of course, he had to keep a close eye on her for her protection as he would put it.

She knew before she even arrived he knew she'd be there, eyes watching her like a hawk from his exclusive section in VIP that looked over the club on the top floor.

A section where he would be surrounded by women.

Samora bit her bottom lip, forcing herself to not get so worked up. She hasn't talked to him in over two weeks after having a heated argument. He called and texted, even popped up at her apartment but she refused to talk to him. Now here she was at the very club where she knew he'd be, trying to make him jealous.

Pitiful.

Once at the bar, she ordered a shot to get her night started off right. More than anything she needed to take the edge off and relax. She knew it was risky considering she wasn't much of a drinker anyways but she didn't care. Tonight she was thinking with her heart and not her head.

A few shots into the night, she felt the liquor take over and the music began to move her body. 

Samora wasn’t even on the dancefloor long when she felt a strong arm wrap around her small waist. Taking it upon herself, she turned around to come face to face with a handsome man she has never met before. The music ironically slowed down, making him pull her closer to his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck and swayed to the beat, her head rested into the crook of his neck taking a whiff of his manly but sweet scent.

The entire time she could feel eyes boring a hole into the side of her head. Yongguk had been keeping a close watch on Samora the whole night. The black dress she wore was way too short for his liking, and the way men eyed her as she walked passed them didn't quite sit right with him either. 

Everyone who rumbled in the streets of South Korea knew she was off limits. He made sure of that.

Since she basically acted like he didn't exist, he decided to give her space but he wasn't expecting to see the love of his life walk inside this club looking like a full course meal.

He had to hold back a chuckle seeing her down drink after drink, she would regret it in the morning. When she headed to the dancefloor, his dark eyes raked over her slowly. He knew by now she had to be either completely drunk or halfway there. Looking to his side, he nodded his head towards one of his most trusted friends, Zelo.

Without saying a word, Zelo already knew what to do. Just as he went to stand up, a man decided to take it upon himself and not only approach her but to touch someone he knew not too. Yongguk sat up, slightly pushing off the arms of the women that laid around him. Zelo gave him a look before quickly making his way downstairs and pushed through the crowded dancefloor.

Barely in the stranger's arms for two minutes Samora was snatched away and pulled out of the club by Zelo. She wanted to protest but knew there would be no point in it. “Go home Noona, before you get someone killed,” Zelo said seriously, crossing his arms across his chest. He knew all too well how ugly things could turn. 

Samora rolled her eyes and threw her hands up angrily. “What the fu-? Did he tell you to do this?… You know what don’t even answer that, I already know he did.” 

“Just leave, for your sake and mine. You know how bad this would’ve turned out if you went back inside there. What the hell were you even thinking in the first place?” He barked at her, baffled by her doing something so out of character. As long as he's known her, Samora was never the type to act recklessly.

She could feel the tears welled up in the corner of her eyes from being so frustrated. “He doesn’t have any room telling me what I can and can’t do Zelo, he doesn’t have that right! How can he expect me to just sit back while he does all this shit and thinks I'll accept it? It’s wrong and you know it! You know I deserve better than that.” She wiped at the fallen tears angrily, upset that she was even crying over him.

Zelo gave her a sad look, knowing she was right. “I understand No—”

“Do you? I mean do you truly understand how hurt I am? Seeing him with all these girls like he doesn’t have me waiting at home for him every night. You know as well as I do, these bitches don’t hold him down like I do or must I remind you or him who the hell I am?”

He shook his head slowly. “Trust me I know but doing all of this just to make him jealous isn’t the right way alright? Go home, and get some rest. I’ll try to talk some sense into him.” Realistically they both knew that wouldn't be the case. Yongguk had a mind of his own. It would be like talking to a brick wall.

She smiled weakly at his attempt to solve their issues as always. “Don’t bother. You tell him I don’t ever want to see him again. It’s over.” She mumbled turning away and walking towards the parking lot, not sparing Zelo another glance.

Her plan to make him jealous had worked but what she hoped would bring her some type of joy only left her feeling just as alone as when she came here.

[pocminiseries]

At Midnight|3

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The tension in the air was thick and uncomfortable.

Imani's eyes refused to meet her fiance's gaze that had been staring a hole into her back since she stepped out of the shower. He had scared her when she spotted him undoing his tie near the bed, barely even speaking a word to him.

What was there to say?

Instead of making an unnecessary attempt at conversation, she sat in front of her vanity and started her nightly routine. With her detangling brush in one hand, she started brushing her hair, feeling Jayden move about around their bedroom. She hated that he was here.

He had made it a routine of coming home late but now all of a sudden he was home right after he was done with work? It was bullshit but Imani had a feeling of what changed.

He no longer needed to hide.

"So we're not speaking now?" His gruff voice suddenly asked, causing her eyes to finally meet his as he stood behind her with his shirt now unbuttoned, exposing his muscled chest.

"I have nothing to say," Imani shrugged, putting down her brush and picking up her favorite scented lotion.

"You're going to be my wife soon Imani, communication is needed in every relationship," He informed her, almost causing Imani to roll her eyes. This muthafu-

"Work is fine. I'm fine. There, happy?" She answers, giving him an annoyed look before applying lotion along her legs.

His deep chuckle sent a chill down her spine because it was so sinister sounding. "Fix that attitude and address me correctly. You know better," He warns, placing one of his hands on her shoulder. "You know the role you're playing here don't you?"

Glancing his hand on her shoulder, then towards his dark eyes, Imani shrugged his hand off of her. "Yes, the one of your fiance. The one you proposed to. The one you're willing to say I do to under the watchful gaze of God but clearly, I'm not the only one you seek,"

The grin on his handsome face only seemed to grow at her words, not at all fazed by what she said. "As long as you know your place, Imani. Faithe is none of your concern. Do what is expected of you and everything will be fine. If not...you know I'm always willing to make another example out of you,"

The hate Imani had for Jayden only seemed to grow the more he talked, irking her brain even more. "You're right, it isn't my business but the next time you think about having your mistress in my bed, I'll put a bullet in her head and into her stomach as she carries your unborn child," She threatened, feeling an intense sting to her cheek as her head snapped back from his slap to her face a few seconds later.

With watery eyes, Imani held her left cheek as she stared up at him with hatred. "Watch yourself, Imani. That reckless mouth of yours will cost you problems, especially speaking on my seed. I'll warn you once, keep your fuckin mouth shut,"

"Or what?! You can't hurt me Jayden, yo daddy will kil-"

"No, bitch, I'll kill you," He cut in with that evil tone and look upon his face. "My dad doesn't run shit around here, I do and it's best you learn that," The grip he had on her arm tightened, causing her to wince.

"Please! If you had any say, you'd be marrying Faithe, not me," Imani retorted back, flinching when he raised his free hand again only to caress her heated skin.

"Don't get it twisted Imani, I want you...I mean look at you," He acknowledged, looking her over as he admired her beauty. "You know how many men out there that want you? But they can never have you because you belong to me and once I'm done with you...nobody will want you, I can promise you that,"

She was scared and Jayden could sense it. Her mouth was something lethal sometimes but he knew how to put her in her place. "I love you, Imani, I really do. I can make you happy. All you have to do is accept my lifestyle and everything you could ever want I'll give to you," He cooed, bending down to kiss her bruised cheek.

"Be obedient, that's all I ask," With that, he took a step back and headed straight for the bathroom, leaving Imani alone to pick herself up.

Her head shook as she fought to keep herself together. This couldn't be life.

How dare he?

Her fingers barely graced her cheek as she let out a hiss in pain, finally tasting the iron in her mouth. He damn near slapped her head off of her shoulders. Hearing the shower turn on after a few minutes, Imani sprung into action, knowing she couldn't just stay here tonight. Not after what he said or did to her face.

Pulling on a pair of sweats and a simple graphic t-shirt, she slipped her feet into a pair of sneakers and tossed her still slightly wet curls into a messy bun on top of her head. Quickly grabbing her purse and keys, she all but powerwalked out the door, carefully closing it behind her and hastily headed towards her car. She didn't even bother with a seatbelt, pulling out of her driveway as soon she started it up.

Only her soft sniffles could be heard as she drove to a random gas station a little ways into the city. Maybe she would come to regret this in the morning but she didn't care. 

Even when Jayden blew up her phone, she ignored his calls and texts, not bothering to read them.

Her options were limited and he knew that. Jayden, along with his father had eyes and ears everywhere so she knew she had little time to figure something out. She couldn't turn to her friends because they knew all of them, not as if she had many to begin with.

Going to her parents was out of the question, they would only hand her over because of fear.

She was at a complete loss.

Sitting back against her seat, Imani reached for her purse and pulled out her wallet, looking through the few bills that she had when she came across a familiar card. One that she had forgotten about since that night he had given it to her.

Imani hadn't seen him since her scare inside of the women's bathroom at the restaurant. Once she had blatantly told him what was happening to her, she had quickly realized what she had done and clumsily fled out of the bathroom stale with him calling after her. She felt embarrassed that she exposed herself to him like that.

No one knew about her disease or how much it was infecting her. It was just another part of bad karma embedding itself into her life, so Imani simply accepted it. What more could she do?

Still, as she looked down at Leo's card the words he said to her at the gala replayed so vividly in her mind..."When you need me, come find me".

Biting her lip, she read the number and grabbed her phone and nervously dialed, throwing all caution to the wind. As it started to ring, her eyes glanced at the clock that read exactly midnight when she heard his smooth voice on the other end.

"Hello,"

For a second she hesitated, almost hitting the end button, knowing deep down what she was about to do was a mistake but the words she said next seemed to leave her mouth with no warning. "You told me when I needed you to find you and...I-..." She faltered, too afraid to let the words leave her mouth but Leo had heard all he needed to hear, recognizing Imani's serene tone immediately.

"Did he hurt you?"

Imani swallowed, biting into her lip in an attempt to force back her sobs, failing miserably as her emotions began to get the best of her. "Yes..." She choked out, gripping the steering wheel with her free hand.

"Follow the address I sent you...I'll be waiting," He instructed, just as Imani felt her phone vibrate against her cheek. "Be careful," He adds before ending the call.

Reading the text that he sent with his address attached to it and typed it into her GPS. In seconds she had started up her engine and pulled off onto the freeway, following the directions carefully. The entire drive she wandered of what would or could happen when she arrived. She didn't know a thing about him but she truly didn't have anywhere else to go.

It was literally the only place that Imani knew that Jayden wouldn't be able to find her at. The consequences were worth the risk.

Forty minutes had past when she had found herself driving down a gravelly road that seemed to be in the middle of nowhere until a beautiful two-story home came into her view. She could make out two cars that sat in the driveway as she put her own in park and cut the engine. As soon as she removed her keys from the ignition, the light on the porch was flicked on and out steeped the silhouette of Leo.

Nervously, Imani exited her car and closed it behind her. Her eyes stayed glued to him the entire time she moved up his walkway and to the steps, losing her footing when she saw that he was shirtless. She barely noticed him reaching for her and helping her inside until the sound of his front door closing filled her ears.

Imani knew that she probably looked a mess with her red eyes from crying after she told herself not to. Her cheek probably an ugly color of red and purple which Leo noticed immediately under the light in his entryway.

Grabbing a hold of her hand, he silently led them upstairs and straight to his bathroom. With ease he lifted her up onto his counter and begin to fix up her face, starting with her rinsing out her bloody mouth.

"You're hiding from him," He states knowingly, holding up an ice pack to her cheek. "I'm aware of who your fiance is, Imani...you're safe with me,"

Imani couldn't pinpoint it, but there was just something about the way he said that that sent a wave of relief through her veins. "I can't stay long," She reveals to him, knowing that somehow, someway Jayden would find her.

Moving a piece of hair from her face, Leo took in the beauty in front of him, taking special notice of the fear in her eyes. "You can but you're just too afraid of what he'll do,"

The fact that he could read her so easily was terrifying. "He'll kill you if he finds me here,"

Leo smirks at that. "He can try but I can assure you, he won't succeed," He casually states, knowing very well what he was capable of. Imani was completely clueless of the deadly man she had standing between her legs.

Though he was attempting to live a normal life, his skills still remained intact. He wasn't one to be tested.

"Why are you so nice to me?" She questioned softly, closing her eyes. To trust someone so easily was foolish but she has felt so safe whenever she was around him.

"Because you seem to need someone and I don't believe coming across you at that moment was a coincidence," He told her half truthfully. In reality, when his eyes had first landed on her at the gala he was intrigued. "Tell me I'm wrong?"

"Are you my savior in all this?" She asks instead, opening her eyes to look over his face.

"If that's what you need me to be," He easily claims, not being the one to lie.

A low chuckle slips past Imani's lips at that. "My problems...my issues...they run deep you know? I'm literally dying with no way out,"

"That was before you met me, Imani. I can fix whatever you need me to," Solving conflicts or issues was a specialty of his. It just usually ended up with someone dying by the end of it.

"This type of brokenness can't be fixed, Leo," No matter how fine this man was or how willing he was to help her...she could never have him as she wanted.

"You doubt me but you ending up here with me was because this was where you wanted to be, no matter what excuse you try telling yourself,"

Maybe he was right. Maybe she did want to be here but that made her nervous. Imani knew that if she crossed that line with him, it wouldn't be some one-time thing. No. Whatever this was between them was something deep and once she gave in, there would be no turning back.

And that alone scared her.

[pocminiseries]

At Midnight

➵❤︎ Pairing: Jackson Wang x OC ➵❤︎ Warnings: Mature, Adult Content, Explicit Language, Gang Relations, etc ➵❤︎Genre: Romance, Fanfiction, Smut, Interracial, Urban, Non-Kpop Related. ➵❤︎Synopsis: We always seek the forbidden things we know aren't good for us but to deny what your heart truly deserves is the real tragedy. And for Imani, her savior came in the form of someone who was tainted, a man with a past who did violent acts simply for the joy of it. To be unfaithful was a sin but how could one stay away from what they truly desired, regardless of the consequences?

"11:11-Listen"

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"...Imani? Did you hear me?"

Tearing her gaze from the passing buildings, Imani turned her focus to the man beside her, a cloud of sadness shadowing her eyes. "Yes, Jayden, I heard you." She answered, giving him a small smile.

"Is everything ok baby? You've been quiet since this morning," The concern in his voice almost made her believe he truly cared. She began to question if he ever did.

"Yeah, I'm good, just a little tired," Imani lied smoothly. Trying her best to put on the fakest performance she could. This was the last place she wanted to be - anywhere near him. She could barely look him in the eyes anymore.

She had to fight the urge to not snatch her hand away when he reached for it, placing a kiss on the back of it. "You look beautiful tonight," He softly cooed, rubbing his thumb across her knuckles as his eyes admired her frame in the sexy but classy number she chose to wear for tonight's event.

"Thank you," She whispered back just when their limo pulled in front of the venue. Both a sense of relief and dread washed over her at once simply because she didn't know how she was going to get through this night, especially with how she's been feeling.

Once Jayden had stepped out, Imani took a deep breath in an attempt to get her emotions in check. She rathered be somewhere in her bed, crying out her frustrations, not here plastering a fake smile across her face as she displayed false happiness in front of people she could really give a fuck less about. Not to mention on the arm of a man she could no longer stand to be around.

They were barely inside of the ballroom for ten minutes when that familiar warm floral scent filled her nose. "Mr. Reyes." A soft voice greeted in that same seductive tone she always used whenever she was around him. Imani glanced up at Jayden seeing him smile brightly as anger began to run through her veins.

She was just a good friend he told her, that they've been close since their middle school days - and since trust was key in any relationship, Imani blindly believed him, no questions asked.

However, Imani always caught the way he looked at her. The sparkle in his eyes whenever she was around and the neverending smile that graced his face when she spoke, which he was proudly showcasing now.

"Faithe, it's good to see you," He beamed, letting go of Imani to pull Faithe in for a hug, leaving Imani standing there awkwardly to look at an embrace she knew was more than just a friendly greeting.

As if she had just noticed Imani standing there, Faithe finally acknowledged her once she pulled away from Jayden. "Oh, Imani...that dress on you is everything," Faithe complimented her, showing off that perfect smile of hers.

It was the fact that she could stand there and smile in front of Imani's face after what she's done was crazy. Imani wanted nothing more than to knock this bitches teeth crooked. "You look great too, Faithe,"

Sporting a red bodycon dress that showed a little cleavage, Faithe looked good, it was something Imani couldn't deny her and neither could the man she called her fiancé either. His eyes have been looking her up and down like she was a piece of steak.

"Thank you," Faithe nodded before turning her attention back to Jayden. "There are some people here who want to meet you to discuss the Bellmore project. You mind meeting them?"

With no hesitation, Jayden wrapped an arm around her small waist as if Imani wasn't standing right there. "Lead the way," He replies, his eyes had been fixated on her the moment she showed up and Imani wondered if he had forgotten she even existed.

"Imani, you don't mind if I steal him away do you?" Faithe questioned, causing Jayden to finally snap from his daze and look towards Imani.

Shifting her eyes between them, the level of hurt and betrayal she felt as they stood there in front of her...was too much. The images of them lying naked while wrapped up the sheets, sound asleep in a bed that she has shared with Jayden for three years hit her hard. "Go ahead, I'll be fine," Imani nodded, forcing that fake smile back on to her face.

Watching them walk away, Imani wanted to break down and just fall to her knees. Instead, she grabbed a glass filled with champagne and headed straight outside. She needed fresh air and a place to cool herself down before she truly lost it.

Stepping out into the cool night, Imani walked towards the balcony that was only occupied by a few others. Taking a sip from her glass, she looked over the massive backyard, taking in the lush green grass and angel water fountain that sat directly in the middle. She tried to force her thoughts elsewhere but she couldn't.

All the signs were there from the beginning.

The receipts she would find in the pockets of his pants when she washed his clothes. Hotel and restaurant visit that she was never invited to or knew about because maybe...just maybe he forgot to mention it.

But Imani wasn't naive, her gut has never failed her.

When she had become suspicious of his ways, she started to dig. He always handled the bills, paying everything because in his words, 'A man is supposed to take care of the woman he loves'. So she called the bank, requesting them to email her a copy of their statements, and what she found clarified her worries.

The five-day business trip he had informed her about wasn't to New York like he had said but Greece instead, Imani has never been to Greece. And the gorgeous diamond necklace he had purchased that she had come across in the bottom of his draw wasn't a gift he for her but instead for the beautiful woman on his arm who was currently wearing it around her neck.

A part of Imani had given him the benefit of doubt and thought that maybe it was a gift he had given to her out of friendship but once more, Imani knew better.

It was all for Faithe.

Being the good woman Imani was, she chose to stay in hopes that he would see what he already had in front of him but she realized that she didn't even hold a candle to her. Especially when she was everything he has always wanted.

Even if she wanted to leave, she knew that Jayden would simply call her parents and anyone else he could, make up some bullshit lie that they'd believe and drag her ass back to him once they gave her a good talking to.

They were so brainwashed when it came to him...everyone was.

Imani wanted to scream at the top of her lungs from her frustrations. She deserved so much better.

She wondered why she was even feeling hurt, their relationship wasn't something based off of love to begin with. An engagement that was somewhat forced upon them by their meddling parents. And while he was out being unfaithful, she was left to suffer in silence.

Although Imani was a strong woman who had endured a lot, there was only so much she could take.

Too many emotions hit her at once as she stood there staring at them from the balcony. She wanted so badly to run across the room and beat both their asses at that moment but she refrained. They would get theirs, she would make sure of it.

"You're too pretty to be crying,"

Imani tore her gaze away from the happy couple inside, to the person standing not too far from her. His sweet, benevolence tone catching her attention immediately. It was the type of voice that soothed her aching heart just a bit from those few words alone.

And as she stood there openly staring at him, her fingers had never itched so badly to touch a face quite like his before.

Her mind felt as though she was imagining things. She was witnessing an angel that had to be sent from up above and no one could tell her any differently.

"Am I?" She sniffled, seeing no reason in hiding her pain.

The handsome stranger gave her a sad look, reaching his hand to wipe away the fallen tears from her face. "He's a fool," He commented, observing her confused face until he softly grabbed her hand where a shiny engagement ring adorned her finger.

Imani glanced at the ring that was supposed to bring pure happiness whenever she looked at it, now though, she wanted to toss it into the depths of the nearest ocean because of the anger it now ignited inside of her.

Blinking back her tears, she tried to hide behind her hair only to have him softly grip her chin and turn her to face him once more. Those dark brown eyes seemed to look through her, searching deeply into her own. Imani wondered if he could hear how rapidly her heart was beating inside of her chest. His touch causing goosebumps to break out on her warm skin.

"I can fix it..." He states as his thumb lightly brushes across her plump bottom lip. His words holding a double meaning, one much more of a sinister than she realized.

"Fix what?" She asked confused. This isn't where she should be, much less allowing a man she didn't know to touch her like this. But there was just something so alluring about this man that pulled her in.

"What he has broken inside of you," Whoever hurt her had messed up...badly. Allowing Imani to freely walk into the madness of Leo Rén was a mistake.

Imani looked over him curiously, not knowing how to take in his offer. She wanted to slap herself for even considering it. She didn't even know his name for fucking sake. If he was any other man speaking to her like this she would've been walked away. Maybe it was the way he looked at her or the way his words caused her to fall deeper into his trap.

Infidelity wasn't something Imani wanted to participate in, unlike her fiancé. No matter how physically pleasing this man was, she refused to allow herself to become a cheater. It wasn't in her character to do so, even if she had the right to.

"I can't..." She denied, taking a step back. "I don't even know you,"

He smirked at that, understanding her hesitance. "Leo," He introduced himself, holding out his hand for her to shake.

"Imani." She whispered, sliding her hand into his, ignoring the tingles she felt when they touched. Fearing that if she acknowledged it, she'd have to admit she didn't want their mild contact to end. His face, to the sound of his voice and the way those dark eyes stared back into her own almost had her weak in the knees.

For the first time in forever, Imani was entranced by someone. A stranger that she truly felt was not entirely real. Maybe her imagination was playing a cruel trick on her. Could no one else see this perfect specimen but her?

"Stop..." She suddenly mumbles, slipping her hand from his to rub down her shoulders as the wind blew around them.

Tilting his head to the side, he gave her a knowing grin. "Stop what?" Imani seemed to lick her lips at the husky tone of his voice. It affected her more than she would like to admit.

"Looking at me like that," She answered, shivering from the dropping temperatures or maybe something else...she wasn't quite sure herself.

Leo looked away briefly, laughing softly through his nose before focusing on her once more. "If you knew what I see when I look at you, you'd understand my reasoning,"

His words tugged at something deep within her chest, sparking a new wave of emotions she didn't know how to handle. This wasn't what she needed right now, not in her vulnerable state. Her mind wasn't thinking clearly. To even think of him in the manner that she was shouldn't be considered but lord knows how badly she just wanted to know what his arms would feel like wrapped around her body. To lose herself in his warm embrace and bask in that masculine scent of his.

Imani even wondered what his lips would feel like against her skin...and in other places as well.

Quickly shaking her head, she turned her attention towards the backyard. "Tell me something Leo, do you know what it's like to be betrayed by someone you love?" She asked, glancing at him over her shoulder.

"More than anyone," He replied, placing his hands inside of his pockets.

Imani nodded, holding up her hand to look at the diamond ring that adorned her finger. "She's pregnant with his child, you know?" She began to laugh bitterly as she squeezed her hand into a fist. "They think I don't know about them but I have for a while now." Biting into her bottom lip, she tried to blink away her watery eyes, hating that she was still crying over them.

Leo remained silent as his eyes looked at the beauty in front of him, wanting to reach out and pull her close and cross a line he knew he shouldn't. Someone like him didn't deserve to touch someone so precious, not with the things he has done, or because of who he was.

Turning to face him completely, Imani took a step towards him under his curious gaze. "I don't believe in being unfaithful...it's bad karma but..." She paused and looked towards the marble floor for a few seconds. "What's a sin to the brokenhearted?" If Jayden could do his dirt, then why couldn't she do the same in return.

"Tell me what you want Imani," He gently says, placing the ball in her court. Whatever happens between them will solely be up to her.

Biting her lip, she went to reach out for him only to pause, hearing someone call her name. "Imani? Have you seen Jayden? A few people are asking for him," Looking towards the voice, Imani spotted one of Jayden's business partners and good friend, Marcus, walking towards her direction.

Dropping her hand, Imani lightly smiled, pretending as if she wasn't about to commit the ultimate sin. "No, I haven't. Wasn't he with Faithe?" She asked him, catching the look Marcus had sent in Leo's direction.

"I believe so but I can't seem to find either one," He answered, his eyes going back and forth between her and Leo.

"I see. I'll go find him for you then," She informed him, taking a step to leave only to feel a warm hand grab hers. Those familiar tingles shot up her arm from his touch as she turned to face Leo. Imani could feel her heart thump wildly once their eyes met before he leaned in, his lips brushing softly against her ear.

"When you need me, come find me," He whispered, pulling away to give her a final look.

Imani swallowed, forcing herself to step away and hastily walk Marcus who she had temporarily forgotten was there, barely sparing him a glance. It wasn't until she made it inside that she felt something in her hand. Lifting the card, she read his Leo's name written in cursive gold across the matte black design, his contact info at the bottom.

The small smile that formed on her face was quickly removed when she realized the mistake she had made. What the hell was she thinking? In a moment of weakness, she was willing to do something she knew better of and with a man she barely knew at that. Gripping the card tightly in her hand, Imani headed towards the first floor, searching for Jayden.

There was a funny feeling in her gut that something was up. Faithe was missing and so was he. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure what that meant. Still, she continued to search until she wandered down a hall when she had heard it. A soft giggle coming from somewhere in the seemingly vacant area. Slowly, Imani moved forward until she reached a corner, pausing to peak around it just as Faithe leaned up to kiss her fiancé in a manner that was nothing short of passionate.

Imani wanted so badly to do something, to say something but instead, she turned on her heels and headed straight for the entrance. She didn't want to be there any longer, not when she ready to tear shit up out of frustration.

Finding the limo that they had arrived in, Imani informed the driver that it would only be her and to take her home. Clearly, Jayden could find another way home.

Sitting in the backseat, Imani eyed the ring on her finger through blurry vision. It wasn't fair. She had done everything right or as best she could. Catering to him. Loving him. Taking care of him and still, he does her like this.

Angrily wiping away her tears, she began to think of a way out. Away from Jayden, Away from her strict parents and the only life she has ever known.