#so before.. more intense or depressing stuff gets dug into. just wanted 2 clarify that

[themissingnumbers]

[planning up future answers n hell and i added a littleeee disclaimer to the pinned bc some characters might be mean to nice askers ahsdkjndfk]

[killjoy-loveit]

Witness Part 5

A/N: I’m hoping this will be a ten part series like Intruder, if it won’t be I will make it very clear. It’s also in 1st POV. I would also like to clarify that everything written in this story is complete fiction. The little asterisks * denote the beginning of mature content.

Summary: Noah brings out the last resort, but it gets interrupted. Will the last resort work as planned? 

Word Count: 2,447

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10

Profanity/MATURE CONTENT Warning!

     In all actuality, the last resort isn’t the type of plan that goes off guns blazing. It’s a multi-step plan, the kind with a slow burn effect. The first step is to wear my pajamas out in the apartment. Now, my pajamas are simply any old t-shirt and shorts. I will not get dressed like I have been. What’s the point? It’s not like I’m going anywhere, or that I have anywhere to be. 

     As of this moment, I think Jongup’s still in his room, although I’m not sure why, and I’m sitting upside down on the couch. Feet kicking the air as I try to balance and keep from falling on my head. 

    “What are you doing?” Jongup asks, clearly confused.

     I strain my neck to look up at him as he stares down at me from behind the couch. “I’m bored and I wanted to see how long I could stay like this before I got light headed.” I giggle softly.

    “Well, stop it. Your face is turning red and that can’t be good for you.” He says, grabbing my arm and pulling me into an upright position.

    “You’re no fun!” I whine, pulling my arm away from him and pouting.

     “How is that any fun?” Jongup asks, an incredulous look on his face.

    “Come on just try it!” I say, tugging on his arm.

     He lets out a deep sigh and I figure that he’s just going to walk off and ignore me, like he usually does. Except, he sits on the couch and slowly turns himself so that he’s sitting upside down. A grin breaks its way onto my face and a giggle escapes me. Quickly, I swing myself down into the same position beside him. This is so awesome! 

     I laugh, my head falling even further back, almost hitting one of the legs of the couch. I turn my head to look at him. His eyes are on me, a slight smile forming on his lips. I poke him in the arm.

     “Isn’t this fun?” I laugh excitedly, eyes gleaming as I look at him.

    “I guess...” Jongup trails off, a full smile gracing his face. He moves to sit up straight and helps me back up as well. “You do some weird stuff in the name of fun, Noah.”

    “Well, I wouldn’t have to if you let me have something entertaining.” I pout, moving closer to him.

     His eyes flicker between us, eyeing the distance, and he attempts to scoot back on the couch. “What would you want?” 

     I tilt my head and purse my lips in an act of thought, and then as if inspiration had struck, I pressed even closer to him. “You could always bring my TV! That would entertain me.” I say, batting my eyelashes at him.

    “Okay. I’ll get the TV, if you promise to stop being annoying.” He barters.

    “I can promise I’ll stop being annoying on purpose!” 

    “Good enough.”

     Ever since the TV came, I almost decided to give up on my plan. I mean, I gained a source of entertainment! I can watch as much TV and movies as I want. But the problem is that now, I have the image of a flustered Jongup stuck in my head. So, today I’m upping the ante on my plan. I might even be skipping the slow burn part all together, shooting for an all-out explosion.

     Instead of my usual t-shirt and shorts, I’m wearing a cropped tee and a pair of black lace underwear. That’s it. Jongup had left early this morning, I’d heard him leave while I was brushing my teeth. I did have an inkling of when he was supposed to be back though, I’d overheard him on the phone last night saying they should be finished at around five PM. 

     I have spent my day watching movies in the living room. I was marathoning all 2000′s rom-coms, well there was one 90′s film in there but it’s a ‘99 film so it’s close enough. It was about 5:30 PM and I was currently at the part in She’s the Man where Viola was pretending to be her brother and ran into his girlfriend, when I heard the door open. I bolted up off the couch, intent on greeting him at the door before he could make it to his room, where he’d most likely hole himself up for the rest of the night. But I froze the second I saw he wasn’t alone.

     Jongup was standing in the doorway with three other men, one of which I recognized as the giant, I think he goes by Z, or something like that. They hadn’t noticed me yet, as they were taking their jackets off. I debated whether I should attempt to backtrack and disappear to my room before they noticed me, but then I decided it would be all the more fun to see their reactions. Besides, I’m comfortable with myself. 

     It was apparent when they noticed I was standing there because I heard a clear cough and I saw one of the guys eyes widen. This led to a chain reaction, he smacked one of the others, pointing to me, this process leading on until all of them were staring at me. Jongup’s gaze was the one I felt the most. It was heavy and intense, like I could feel his eyes moving on my body. Then out of nowhere Z smacked Jongup’s arm.

    “You’re sleeping with her?” Z asked, disapproval gracing his features.

     Laughter burst from me. Not because the thought of sleeping with Jongup was funny, rather it’s the thought that if he was sleeping with me there is no way he’d be standing there with his jaw almost on the ground. 

    “He’s not fucking me!” I practically shout.

    “Then why aren’t you wearing clothes?” Z questions.

    “Because it’s not like I’m going anywhere. I haven’t left this apartment in months. Plus, pants are annoying.” 

     He nods for a minute, seeming to accept my answer, then pauses, looking back at me. “Wait, you haven’t been helping him scout his marks?”

    “I would if he asked me too!” I retort, not realizing in the moment that he could get in trouble if this information came to light.

     But I knew I messed up the second his eyes were on me and his jaw clenched and his infamous glare was back. And I knew that whatever points I had gained with him I had lost in those three seconds. It was too late to backtrack and I was running circles in my head trying to figure out how I could get him out of trouble.

    “I-I mean, he has asked me. But, um, you see... I got sick! And then--” I was cut off by one of the men I didn’t know.

    “You don’t have to make excuses for him. We won’t tell the boss as long as he actually starts taking you to scout his marks.”

     The tension in my shoulders dissipated and I heaved a sigh of relief. I shot a brief look at Jongup to try and gauge where his head was at now. He wasn’t glaring at me anymore, but he was giving me an odd look. I gave my head a light shake and tuned in to what was being said around me. The other men were introduced as Youngjae and D. D seemed pretty depressed, like he shouldn’t even be doing anything, it didn’t seem like he could focus on something for more than a few minutes tops.

     I followed them into the kitchen where they sat at the small dining table that only has four seats, which was just enough to accommodate them. But not enough room for me. I stood by the table for a second wondering what to do before an idea hatched. Not giving myself time to question if the idea was a good one or not, I just went for it, maneuvering about the table to ease myself onto Jongup’s lap. He tensed up instantly, freezing in place.

     For the second time that evening, I felt all eyes on me. Normally, I would be flattered by such attentions, but this time, I would have preferred if my odd movements didn’t mean eyes on me. I just shrugged my shoulders at them, hoping that was enough of an answer and they wouldn’t make me speak. Thankfully, it was enough and they got down to business. They were talking about a hack that had gone down the night prior at a company they’re associated with.

     This was dangerous for a multitude of reasons it would seem. Not only did the company have files on members of higher rank, but they also had a money trail connecting them. If this information leaked the higher ranked members would most likely be taken down by law enforcement and the company would get shut down, and therefore so would their business with it. So, the hacker needed to be found and dealt with.

     They started talking more in details, but I couldn’t get into it. It was a lot of speculation. So, I just leaned back into Jongup’s chest and rested my head on his neck. When I did that, he minced his words before getting back on track. After an hour of them discussing the course of action, the three men left, although I don’t think a solution was found.

     The second his associates were out of the apartment, Jongup rounded on me. “Were you planning something?” He asks, keeping me in place with his stare.

    “If I was planning something, did it happen to work?” I ask demurely, batting my lashes at him.

    “Fuck, Noah, are you trying to make me crazy?” Jongup questions as he stalks over to me, stopping mere inches before me.

    “And if I said making you crazy was my goal?” I murmur on bated breath, debating internally whether I should press myself against him.

    “I’d say surpassed your goal.” He growled, pressing forward until my back hit the wall, which one I wasn’t sure. My attention was laser-focused on him.

     His hands reached down and gripped my hips, pulling my body tight against his. I bit my lip at the fiery look in his eyes, and my hands slowly went up to his shoulders. Then his lips were on mine, setting a furious pace. We fought for dominance with this kiss, until I backed down. On any other thing I’d be more than happy to continue fighting with him, but right now, I just wanted him.

***

     Jongup’s lips left mine, trailing kisses down my jaw and neck. My fingers dug into the fabric on his shoulders harder as he nipped and sucked at my neck. His hands slid up my body until they cupped my breasts, his thumbs tweaking my nipples through the thin fabric of my shirt. I pulled his face back up to mine to press our lips back together briefly.

     Both of us were needy and desperate, I could tell there’s no way we were going to make it to a bedroom. I slipped my hand down between our bodies and grasped his erection through his jeans. He groaned into my neck as his hips instinctually bucked in an attempt to get friction.

    “Take your clothes off.” I whisper in his ear, and I feel a shiver run down his spine at my words.

     Jongup pulls away from me, but his eyes never leave me as he strips down to his boxer-briefs. And then he’s back with me, hands tugging my shirt up over my head. His mouth goes straight to one of my nipples, one of his hands going up to play with the other. Then I feel his other hand slip into my panties, his fingers circling around my clit. I moan and clutch at his back, trying to pull him closer. 

     He let’s go of my nipple with a pop and looks up at me with hooded eyes. “Is this what you wanted, Noah?” 

     I moan breathlessly, nodding as he abruptly pumps two fingers into me. “Yes, yes, yes.” He continues like this, pumping his fingers into me, eyes locked with mine.

     Suddenly, his hands and mouth are off my body and I whine at the loss of contact. But I watch as he shoves down his underwear, kicking it to the side, freeing his erection. And then he rids me of my panties, before pressing me back against the wall. He takes my hands and puts them on his shoulders before grasping my hips, pulling me up so that I could wrap my legs around his waist. His lips meet mine in a brutal kiss, our tongues melding together as he grinds against me. 

    “Fuck, Noah, if you don’t want this you need to stop me now.” He growls, lust shining in his dark eyes.

    “I want this, and if you don’t put your damn cock inside me- Ah!” I moan out at the sudden intrusion of his cock thrusting inside of me.

     My muscles clench around him, and he grunts, dropping his head to my shoulder. His hips pull back and then snap back with bruising force, setting a brutal pace. And I love every second of it. For every sharp thrust, he’s rewarded with gradually louder moans. The neighbors will probably file a noise complaint.

     My nails claw into his back, and I think they even draw a little blood whenever he goes harder. I can feel my orgasm creeping up on me with each thrust. He’s getting close too, his thrusts are getting sloppier and frenzied. 

    “Tell me you want this.” He panted.

    “I... Oh! I want this!” 

    “Tell me you needed me.” He snarled, his eyes locked on mine as his hips snapped into mine.

    “I needed you! Only you...” I call out, right as my orgasm crashes over me.

     My muscles tense and spasm, clenching around him tighter. He grunts, continuing to fuck me as his own orgasm reaches him. His lips crashed onto mine as he slowly stops moving his hips. Finally, he pulls his lips away and rests his forehead against mine, breathing heavily.

    “You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into.” 

    Those were the only words Jongup spoke the rest of the night. I expected him to say it was a mistake, and that he regretted it. But those words never came. And later that night when I was in bed, ready to go to sleep, he came into my room. He didn’t offer any explanation, he just climbed into bed with me and fell asleep. This was just the beginning.