Who: Reader x Lee Jongmin
Story: He's has an amazing talent but he doesn't trust the rich... He's about to learn.
Only a week after Hwimin's surgery, he was recovering quite well. Each day the nurses said that he was getting a little more energy back. Jongmin seemed like a load had been taken off his shoulders, he even asked you to come in to see the other side of the wall. You were amazed with the progess he'd gotten done. Joon Kyung had texted you sometime during the week to ask you if you were over working Jongmin because he was working everyday. You didn't know that but you factored that into his next check. You brought that for him as well. You walked into the club and locked the door.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six times.
You had beeped the car again while facing the door and turned around to walk further into the room. Jongmin hadn't come out yet; he must've gone to the bathroom you figured. You walked out onto the dancefloor and looked around absolutely impressed. Your jaw dropped as you stared at the large picture of a woman's face, whose hair flowed down the wall. Her face had many colors just like her hair. There were flowers in her hair along with other decorations and hidden pictures lost in it. The longer you looked at it the more you found. The end of the wall where it met the stage began to match the other end of the wall as if both walls would be a whole piece if the two ends actually met each other.
"You like it?" Jongmin said from behind you.
You jumped and turned around,
"Jesus! Jongmin, do not sneak up on me like that." you whined.
He chuckled and walked up to you while throwing a towel over his shoulder.
"I didn't know you could get scared."
He was in a black wife beater that was stained with paints and he wore dark jeans. His tattoos were showing now more than ever. He took your hand in his and lead you to the north end of the wall by the stage. Your heels made noise in the building as he walked you over to the area. He let go of your hand as soon as you were standing in front of the wall, he walked behind you and said,
"I figured since it's your club, you should add something to the wall."
You turned to look at him and chuckled,
"Uh what? No I'm not an artist."
"That's fine, just do what ever you want."
"Won't that mess up the piece?" you said panicked.
He placed his hands on your shoulders to calm you and he looked you in the eyes. He looked sweet and innocent. You felt a little calmer now.
"It's not going to mess it up I promise. Here, I'll help you." he said.
He walked away for a moment grabbing a paint brush and a smock. He tied the smock around you and then gave you the paint brush. He told you to pick the color you wanted, you saw the greens, yellows, reds, blues and purples. You looked at all of them indesive until you decided to dip your brush in a redish purple color. Jongmin took your hand from behind you and lifted it up to the wall.
"Guide the brush where you want it to go. Don't focus on connecting it to the piece, just make it what you feel." he said
His breath tickled the back of your neck just under your ear. Your heart skipped a beat and your core began to heat up. This reaction was a bit more foreign to you. When you and Jae had sex you felt that same feeling but it took a while before Jae even touched you the way Jongmin was touching you now. That time with Jae seemed so long ago, you almost didn't recognize the similar sensations. This enticing feeling was dangerous but also exciting. Your hand, guided by his, allowed the paint brush to flow on the wall creating random strokes in one color. It felt more like him painting through your hand but the gesture, or at least the meaning behind it made you happy, adding a little of you into the piece.
You felt his breath come to the nape of your neck, it trailed up just behind your ear. You shivered just as his body came closer to yours pressing into you from behind. His lips touched your skin softly making you draw in a cautious but turned on breath. What was he doing? The kiss from the hospital ran through your mind; you dropped the paint brush and quickly turned to face him. His eyes locked with yours, you must've looked like a frightend deer meanwhile, he looked like a hungry predator.
He came closer and you stepped back until you were trapped up against the wall. He grabbed your wrist and pinned it to the wall away from the fresh paint you two just put on. The next motion was quick, it took a moment for your brain to catch up with what happened. His lips were on yours again, his other hand caressing your cheek as he kissed you. It was slow and soft as if he were testing the water. Your stomach had butterflies racing through it and your body blossomed with warmth. Winter always said you were dense and up until recently you had kept everything professional. Did you miss signs?
"Ah." you breathed as he pulled away from your lips.
His eyes were softer but warned of dangerous territory. He let go of your wrist and you two simply stared at one another. What did you want to ask him first: why he kissed you or why he stopped? You found him attractive from day one but you knew how relationships worked out with you, what once was okay would eventually get on his nerves. You didn't want that but you couldn't move away.
"You smell good." he said.
You weren't sure if that was him offering an excuse for losing his control or not. You responded with,
"Marc Jacobs perfume."
He looked away and chuckled. He wasn't expecting that answer. He looked back at you and placed his hand on your waist. He leaned in and said,
"It's not fair I keep taking you by surprise. So, why don't I let you tell me what you want."
That whole statement made you over heat. You were half embarrassed and the other half you wanted to kiss him. It was that feeling of knowing you shouldn't but that you wanted to anyway. He leaned closer as if starting the motion. His lips hovered over yours and you felt his breath entice you further. Your breathing was shallow and shaky. Your hands came up slowly, drawing past his arms and you pressed your lips to his. Your hands caressing his cheek and shoulder while you two endulged in the taste of the other.
There was something satisfying about you kissing him first this time. If you had time to think in the moment, you'd realized when it came to blooming relationships you were never the first person to kiss the other. Most times when you were in a relationship you didn't kiss first. You settled just as easily for holding hands and cuddling. However, kissing him first with you aware that you had every advantage to go further or stop now was a new experience for you. So many times you just went along with whatever happened but you finally realized in the moment you had a say in this as well.
You pulled away from the kiss drawing in quick breaths and staring back into his dark blown eyes. He came closer to you until his body was deeply pressed into yours.
"Should I stop?" he asked.
"Finish what you started." you said simply.
He chuckled at the response.
"You're not what I expected. I thought you'd be more scared, innocent."
"Virgin?" you guessed.
"Maybe, don't worry those things don't matter to me." he smirked.
"I can feel you." you said in a half whisper.
You looked down and he smiled for a moment. When you looked back up he said,
"Still want to continue?"
You placed your hands on his chest so you could grip his shirt. You kissed him one last time more intimately. It was more of a warning, he should know from the kiss alone you didn't want to be played with. You pulled yourself away from him and moved away,
"Perhaps this isn't the place to do such things." you said
You heard him sigh like he was disappointed and that filled you with a sense of pride. You looked back at him and said,
"Perhaps we can meet later at the beach house."
"Tease." he smirked.
His smile seemed true but uncertainty filled up inside you. Would you go back on meeting him at the beach house? What did he want from you? Was this just a fling? That would be safer for you wouldn't it? If you didn't get close in a romantic way you wouldn't be putting your heart at risk. Even as you thought that while heading to the door you felt worried. You locked it behind you.
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