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Righting a wrong | Na Jaemin | 0.4k | Suggestive | Kissing

You take a bitter swallow of the drink in front of you.

From across the bar, you see your bestfriend lightly graze the skin of Jenos arm. They share a laugh, and seconds later lock lips. You watch his hand settle on her cheek, drawing her closer to his body.

How could she do this to me, you think.

You feel someone slide into the seat next to you, and from a quick glance out of the corner of your eye, you make out dark curls falling onto his forehead, a prominent nose, strong jaw. He was dressed in a white button up shirt and black pants. Simple. Classy. Sexy.

He shoots you a look, catching you staring. A smirk forms itself on his lips, but you turn away without giving him one in return.

“Why so glum chum?” he says jokingly, nudging your arm with his own.

“My bestfriend is kissing the guy I like over there.” You gesture to the sitting area across from the bar.

He looks over to where they’re still kissing, hands skimming over each other’s bodies, “You could kiss me.”

You laugh, taking a sip of your drink. Turning your chair to fully face him, you see the seriousness in his eyes, one eyebrow cocked, lips still set in a playful smirk.

“I wasn’t joking” he says, taking your drink from in front of you and taking a sip himself.

You're taken aback by this complete stranger extending an invite for distraction, and then stealing away your drink.

You have no reason to say no.

He’s kissing you before you can form a coherent thought. Soft, plush lips moving against your own. He tasted like sweat, and ash but he smelled clean, like Irish spring soap.

Who was he?

His hands encircle your waist, tugging at your dress. You were slightly confused at first, thinking he was asking you to strip in the middle of the club, but then you realize he’s telling you to sit on his lap.

The thumping bass fades into nothing as you settle yourself. You didn’t care if the people in the club were staring, all you could think of, breathe, taste was this gentleman.

You disconnect your lips and whisper into his ear, “What’s your name?”

As soon as you had stopped kissing him, he moved his lips to the skin of your throat, “Jaemin,” he whispers

“Nice to meet you Jaemin” you giggle.

Little did you know, you were kissing none other than the worlds most dangerous serial killer.