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“How did you move past it?” You ask, scanning the eyes of the man sitting across a small bar booth. “The feeling of not belonging…in your own skin.”
He heaves a heavy sigh and scratches at the back of his neck.
“I’m definitely stronger now, but I’m not sure I can ever move past it.”
“Oh?”
“Instead I’ve—well, I guess I’ve accepted it. It’s a part of who I am.”
You nod and recall the feeling of insecurity. It creeps up occasionally, consuming your mind with thoughts of self-loathing inadequacy. It’s such a lonely feeling. So ostracizing, and yet, so many others feel the same exact way. But him? It’s hard to believe this handsome stranger could ever feel less than exceptional.
Earlier in the night, you sat alone at the bar. It had become a nightly ritual before your long commute home from the office. You’d get the same drink, sit in the same chair, scroll through your phone and then eventually drive home to start the process over again. However, tonight was going to be different, and you could feel a shift the second he sat next to you.
“Hi, I’m Jimin,” he said with a cute crooked smile and shook your hand. He had the tiniest dimple that peeked through his cheek. “Mind if I buy you a drink and talk your ear off?” You nodded shyly in response and felt a pulse of heat flow through your body when you looked up to meet his welcoming eyes.
He bought you several drinks as the two of you shared flirtatious banter and lighthearted stories of the past. His voice was soothing, honeyed with dark liquor and nostalgia.
He shared stories of his hometown and described the most memorable sights, sounds and smells. He told you about his beautiful mother, his supportive father and how much he wished he could see them more. He looked down nervously as he described his first heartbreak. His eyes fell from yours and his lips curled into a timid smile when he recalled the moment he was told he wasn’t enough. Your heart ached as he opened to you and softened when his warm umber eyes peered beneath his lashes to describe the formidable growth he underwent to become the man he is today.
The two of you moved to a small booth at the back of the bar and let hours pass like they were minutes. Now, you lean across the dingy table, holding onto his every word.
“I know we just met, but can I be honest?” You ask.
“By all means. We’ve shared a few whiskeys and some drunken TMI, so we’re basically best friends now,” he jokes.
“Seriously,” you laugh.
“I’m kidding, of course, be honest.”
“You’re doing yourself a disservice.”
Jimin chuckles and takes a long sip of his drink. He sets down his glass and motions for you to continue.
“This feeling of not belonging, of being uncomfortable in your own skin,” you look your new friend up and down, “I find it hard to believe, and I think you’re doing yourself a disservice by holding onto it.”
“What’s hard to believe?” Jimin asks, intrigued to see your eyes trailing up and down his body.
“It just hard to believe, you know? That someone like you can ever feel that way.”
“Someone like me?” He slowly draws his lip between his teeth and leans in closer. “Is it because you find me attractive?”
You choke on your drink and your cheeks heat bright red.
“Well…,” you fumble to compose yourself, straightening in your seat. “I suppose you’re nice to look at.”
Jimin hums in satisfaction and reclines to wrap his arm around the back of the booth.
“So are you.”
You hide your smile and turn your eyes down from his gaze to trail his plush lips. They’re rosy red and slightly damp with whiskey. You can’t help but watch them move as he takes a sip from his drink. It’s mesmerizing, the way they curl around the rim of his glass and purse delicately as the bitter alcohol settles at the back of his tongue. His nose scrunches slightly as he swallows down the thick liquor, making your heart swell in adoration.
Jimin clears his throat and you draw your eyes back to his. The candle at the center of the table casts pale licks of light across his face and dances in the reflection of his stare.
“How are you so good at that?” He smiles and rests his chin lazily in the palm of his hand.
“Good at…what?”
He smiles wider, crinkling his eyes into soft half-moons.
“How are you so good at listening?” He clears his throat. “I’ve never had anyone listen to me like you do.”
“That’s also hard to believe,” you laugh.
“You’re so focused, like I’m the most interesting person in the world.”
You rest your chin in the palm of your hand and shyly smile.
“You are.”
“Mhm.” He breathes out a small throaty chuckle. “All thanks to the alcohol, I’m sure.”
“No, really.” You lean in closer, scooting your drink to the side. “I’m enjoying this, getting to know you.”
He inches his hand forward to rest on top of yours. His palm and fingertips slowly dance against your heated skin. It’s a comforting touch; gentle and safe. A calm washes over you from head to toe and makes you feel light beneath his touch. You want to stay like this forever, skin to skin.
“It’s weird, right?” He asks.
“Hm?”
“How comfortable this is. I can’t explain it,” he says and pulls your hand into his. “I feel like…” He shakes his head and looks down, interlacing his fingers into yours. “God, this is stupid,” he laughs. “I feel like we were meant to meet.”
You laugh and look at him from beneath your lashes, slowly tracing the delicate features of his face. He’s absolutely beautiful. The candlelight is striking against his light golden skin and deep brown eyes. Leaning in closer to you, his chestnut hair falls over his forehead and he timidly brushes it back.
“I feel the same way,” you admit.
The bartender flicks the lights to indicate the bar is closing. Last call, they shout. You both sigh in unison and see that everyone else has left. For the first time, you notice that the music has stopped playing. Only the sound of your breath and the clinking of the ice in your drinks fill the small space between you.
Jimin brings his face in and lingers for a moment, sharing in the warmth and silence. He tilts his head and rests his cheek against yours, holding it there for a moment, then brushes his lips against your ear.
“Let’s get out of here.”
His voice is intoxicating, deep, lustful. You feel his warm musky breath tickle the back of your neck, urging you to make the next move. He’s close, but he isn’t close enough.
Without a word, you lace your fingers into his and guide him from the back of the bar, out into the cold night. The stars are out and shine brilliantly against the pitch-black sky. You’ve never seen them shine so bright.
“That’s odd,” you breathe, staring up at the clear sky above. “It was supposed to rain tonight.”
Jimin wraps his arms around you from behind and buries his face into the crook of your neck.
“It’s beautiful,” he whispers softly against you.
You turn in his arms to face him and inhale the sweet scent of his cologne as he pulls you in close to his chest. And still, you feel miles apart. You need to be closer.
“Y/n, can I kiss you?” He asks desperately, almost begging.
Your voice catches in your throat.
“Please.”
He smiles widely, almost child-like, crinkling his eyes into cute slivers. He brushes the softest kiss against your cheek, then brings his lips to capture yours. His mouth is sweet and gentle, almost nervous as he finds his pace. You’re intoxicated by his touch, gripping his waist by the shirt to hold your balance.
Jimin slowly pulls away, leaving you breathless. You moan quietly at the separation; the cool air tickles your lips in his absence. It’s almost painful not having his lips on yours. It feels as if you’re straining against a magnetic force, struggling not to kiss him again.
“You can ask me to stop.” His hands slide down to hold you low on your hips. Fingertips soothe your skin in circles as they move further down to play with the edge of your shirt. “I’m not sure I can be gentle with you for much longer.”
You guide your hands up his shirt and trace your nails along his abs, making him moan in response. The chill of your fingers graze his heated skin, forming delicate goosebumps in your wake. His face is already lost in pleasure. He’s becoming vocal with just the slightest touch.
“Neither can I,” you say, gripping his shirt to pull him into an assertive kiss. This time you’re in command and your blood heats in anticipation. You drag his bottom lip to rest between your teeth and nip harshly, lathing your tongue over the broken skin. “Mm. You taste so good,” you coo and nip down his neck. “You taste fucking heavenly.” You feel drunk and uninhibited as you grind your body against his hardening cock, drawing guttural moans from his parted lips.
His hands move over you freely, feeding an animalistic need within you. You dip one hand down to fuss with his belt while the other strokes him through his jeans. He bucks into your touch and bites down on your shoulder.
“Is that too much, baby? Want me to stop?” You ask, amused. You playfully pet him through his jeans until he’s shaking under your touch.
“Enough,” he growls against your ear and grips you at your wrist. “Come.”
You’ve spent the entire night listening to each other, sharing in the comfort of anonymity, free of judgment and expectation. Now, you trail behind Jimin to what must be his car at the back of the vacant bar parking lot. He lets go of your wrist, allowing the invisible force to draw you in. Without instruction, you lean back against the hood of the car.
“Look at you,” he smiles wide. “So fucking gorgeous.”
Your legs rub together at his praise. Slowly, you strip off your sweater, enjoying how Jimin’s eyes hungrily roam your body. Next, your shirt, followed by your bra. Without an ounce of embarrassment, you strip off all of your clothes until you’re completely bare on the hood of his car. You feel safe under his possession and forget where you are. Nothing matters as long as he’s touching you, pressing his flesh against yours.
The moon shines brilliantly against his silhouette, allowing you to see every bit of him as he closes in to stand between your parted legs.
“Look how hard you’ve made me, angel.” He braces his hands against your knees and pulls them open to expose your heat. “And look how wet you are. I’ve barely touched you and you’re already dripping.”
“Let me help you,” you coo, leaning forward to return to his belt. You undo his pants and slide them down his toned thighs. His erection strains against the fabric of his boxers, so you free it, allowing his length to bounce against his abdomen. “God damn,” you chide and wrap your hand around the base of his cock. “All this for me?”
Jimin nods, wetting his lips seductively with his hot tongue.
“All yours.”
Starting at the base, you tease your tongue up his shaft painfully slow, letting the tip nestle between your wet lips. You flick your tongue against the slit teasingly. He grumbles from above and bucks his hips to fuck into your mouth.
“I said enough, angel. Don’t tease me or I’ll have to fuck you into the hood of this car.” His dark eyes lock onto yours as you look up innocently. “Is that what you want, naughty girl?”
Your lips curl into a coy smile and you lathe your tongue around his aching red tip, collecting every drop of his leaking precum. You feel him shudder above you and he strains to avoid bucking again.
“L-lord,” he stammers. “Turn over. Now.” He gingerly pulls your head off of his length, flips your body around and lifts one of your knees to rest on the top of the hood. You’re completely open, feeling the chill cling to your dampness which has now spread to your thighs. “Lean forward, Y/n. I want this pretty ass in the air.”
You press your cheek to the hood, palms flat on each side of your chest.
“W-wait,” you stammer. “Do you have…you know…protection?”
“Don’t worry about that, angel. I’m clean.”
“Good, good. Me too. But what about…”
He pauses to read the expression on your face. It takes him a moment, but he realizes why you’re concerned.
“Ah. Uh—don’t worry about that either,” he says, suddenly bashful. “I can’t get you pregnant.”
Your head swims with confusion until you remember your conversation back at the bar. I wasn’t good enough, he confessed as his conflicted eyes strained to meet yours. I couldn’t give her what she wanted.
“Oh, I see,” you acknowledge.
“Sorry,” he sighs. “That really killed the mood, huh?”
You kneel on your elbows to look back at him. His beautiful crescent eyes reflect the same sorrow you witnessed earlier and it makes you ache for him. You want to hold him, kiss him, tell him he’s perfect.
“You didn’t ruin anything, baby,” you say softly. “Come here.”
He leans forward and hesitantly presses his lips to yours. Your tongue prods past to explore his mouth. You deepen the kiss and he braces the back of your head, pulling you into a passionate and breathless exchange. You notice the stars again, how brightly they seem to gleam the closer he is.
“Jimin,” you beg as tears prickle at the corners of your eyes. “I need you. Please.”
“Of course, angel,” he smiles against your lips. “Anything for you.”
He walks back to stand behind you and dips two thick fingers into your heat, coating them in your arousal. You gasp for air at the sudden intrusion, floored at how amazing it feels to have just his fingers inside. He slides in and out a few times before pushing in a third finger, hard, up into your g-spot. You involuntarily twitch as he increases his pace and hits that spot over and over, with purpose.
“You’re crushing my fingers, honey. God, you’re tighter than I could have imagined. Can’t wait to bury my cock in this pussy and stretch you out.” He pumps into you quicker, quicker, until your knees start to shake.
“Oh no, oh no,” you quietly quiver. “B-baby…Jimin…I’m g-going to. Y-you’re going to make me—,” you stammer as you feel hot spurts trickle from your heat and onto the car. You’ve never orgasmed like this before and it wracks your body to exhaustion. You try to muffle your blissed sobs into the hood of the car as he slows his thrusts, letting your release stream down your legs.
Jimin slowly pulls his fingers from you and props you into a seated position.
“That’s a good girl,” he praises. “Look at the mess you made, cumming all over my fingers.” He held out his hand for you to see droplets fall from his fingertips. You feel a shy blush tinge your cheeks as he dips a finger into his mouth, tasting your essence on his tongue. “Angel, I’m so hard,” he gently strokes his aching member. “You’ve got me so hard, I can barely take it.”
Your mouth waters as you watch him touch himself. You grab his hand to pull him close. He sits on the hood and guides you to straddle his lap. You use your legs to shimmy his pants down until he’s comfortably nestled against you. Using your wetness, you glide along his erection, still coming down from your high but so desperate to be filled again. You tease your entrance with his tip and gasp at the slight intrusion as he involuntary bucks upward.
“Mm,” he grumbles. “What did I say about teasing, Y/n?”
“S-sorry, sorry.” You try to hide your smile and bury your face in his shoulder.
“You think you’re being funny, disobeying me?”
“…no,” you timidly reply. The malice in his tone sends a shiver up your spine.
“Let’s see if you find this funny.”
He lifts your hips and pushes his length deep inside you, giving you no time to adjust. He stretches you deliciously. You’re speechless as he holds himself inside of you, throbbing as your walls contract.
“You’re going to ride me, Y/n. If you stop, you will be punished.” His tone is dark, commanding you with every syllable. “Now,” he prods and spanks you with a hard slap. He places his hand rigidly against your welted skin and presses into the fresh mark harder with each passing millisecond.
You brace your hands on his shoulders and roll your hips. The invisible magnetic force brings you back down onto his length with force, slamming his tip into your g-spot with each roll. The sky seems to light completely as if it were daytime with each pulse of pleasure, each brush of his cock inside of you. He fits perfectly like he was made to fill you. The sensation alone makes you forget that you only met that night. It feels like you’ve known him for eternity like he was destined to make you whole.
Lost in thought, your pace begins to falter. You’re brought back to the present with an abrupt spank. Your flesh lifts into a hot red welt and you’re surprised to feel Jimin’s hand gently soothing it. You look at his face and clench at the sight. His head is held back in bliss, mouth parted. He looks at you hungrily with pitch-black eyes.
“Look at me when I fuck you, Y/n. Don’t…gah. Don’t look away,” he commands.
You nod obediently and wrap your arms around the back of his neck. You’re face-to-face, starring into his feral eyes. You should be scared by the way he’s devouring you with his stare; it’s otherworldly, arresting, yet overwhelmingly enticing. It stirs a deep desire inside of you that you’ve never felt before. You feel intensely wanted like he would cease to exist if you were apart.
The sky’s light is radiant, almost blinding in your peripherals. All you can focus on is the feeling of Jimin pumping you onto his thick cock. You’re both lost in pleasure, moaning aloud as you climb towards an impossible high.
“Jimin-ah. Baby, I can’t—“ you pant between breaths. He thrusts mercilessly against that spot inside you.
“Me either. Shit—I’m going to fill this tight pussy,” he huffs into your ear. “Can I cum inside you, angel?” He speaks against your mouth sweetly and presses his plush lips against yours.
You nod and stutter barely above a whisper, “Yes, oh god, yes.”
Jimin gives a few rough thrusts until you’re whimpering from your release. You pulsate around him as he peaks and fills you completely. He continues to pump in and out slowly, rubbing your clit against his pelvis and drawing out your orgasm until you’re begging him to stop.
The sky begins to dim as you catch your breath, your bodies exhaustedly slump together on the hood of his car. Jimin stirs beneath you and stands to pull on his pants.
“Here.” He sits beside you on the car and passes you your clothes. “You need to cover up. I don’t want you getting sick.”
You slide back into your clothes and rub your hands over your arms to warm up.
“Take this,” Jimin instructs. He drapes his jacket over your shoulders and pulls you close to his side.
The two of you sit there in silence and stare up at the sky. You admire the constellations, trying to connect the dots in your mind.
“I don’t recognize that one,” you say softly and point to the brightest line of stars gleaming overhead.
“Hm,” Jimin tentatively scans the area. “Neither do I.” He smiles and buries his face in your hair, breathing in your gentle scent. He traces a couple light kisses across your cheek. “Want to name it?”
Your heart swells at his suggestion. You want to give it a name that encapsulates how you feel at this moment—this night, with him.
“Serendipity.”
“Hm. That’s perfect. I love it,” Jimin nods and stares back at the sky. His eyes seem to wander off, lost in thought. He seems miles away, off in another world. “Y/n, I want to thank you,” he breaks the silence.
“Hah, you’re welcome,” you laugh.
“No, I mean, yes,” he chuckles. “Thank you for the sex. It was, I mean, it was really fucking amazing,” he smiles. “Thank you for tonight, though. For listening to me.”
“I’m glad I did.” You rest a hand on his thigh and feel him warm under your touch. “You deserve to be listened to. To be wanted.” His thigh flinches at your last word. “You’re a really special person, Jimin.” His eyes pan down to meet yours. His gaze is cold and unwelcoming. He’s become rigid under your touch, uncomfortable, pained, almost tortured, like a traumatizing emotion deep inside him has snapped and resurfaced. You lift your hand from his thigh and place it awkwardly in your lap, giving him space.
“Jimin? Are you okay?”
“How can you say that?” He spats with confusion, searching your eyes frantically. “I’m sp-special? You barely know me. God!” He moves to stand beside the car, angrily pacing. “This was a mistake—Fuck. I’m sorry.”
You’re caught off guard by his sudden chilly exterior. Your eyes frantically search his face for an answer as he scrambles in his pocket to fish out his car keys.
“I—,” you stammer, “I only meant—“
“I should get going, Y/n.” He pulls out his phone and fusses with it for a bit. “I’m calling you a cab. You shouldn’t drive home tonight.” He paces in front of the car as he schedules your ride. “They should be here in twenty minutes.” The way he speaks to you is casual, distant, like an acquaintance. “You’ll be okay until they get here, yeah?”
You’re taken aback by his demeanor, a complete one-eighty from the man you were speaking to moments before. Your heart sinks as you realize what this was to him. What this was from the beginning. You feel stupid.
“Uh, yeah, of course,” you reply.
Jimin walks over to wrap you in a loose hug. You’re frozen, unable to hug him back. Am I okay? You wonder. He holds you tighter and buries his face in your neck like he did before, tenderly.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, then unlocks his car and quickly climbs inside.
You slide off the hood, stand to the side, and watch him drive away. Your heart strains against your chest as tears well in your eyes. You want to cry but force yourself to wait until his taillights disappear around a corner.
You’re alone in the freezing cold night and feel agonizingly hallow. You’ve felt pain, loss, heartbreak, but nothing compares to the rejection you feel at this moment. It isn’t until the headlights of a cab appear that you’re pulled from your self-deprecating thoughts. You climb into the back and give the driver your address.
It’s quiet in the cab, just as lonely and pitiful as the dark parking lot you were abandoned. Abandoned, you scoff at the thought. Fuck him. You feel a shiver run down your spine. You picture his pained face staring back at you, so beautiful and confused. A fresh tear rolls down your cheek and you wipe it away.
You draw your hands into your coat pockets. It isn’t until you brush against something rigid in the pocket that you realize you’re still wearing his jacket. I’m such an idiot, you think, feeling a wave of fresh tears pool in your eyes. You fiddle with the item in the pocket, pulling it out to hold it to the light streaming through the car window. HOTEL DIVINITY, it reads. You flip the card over, and there, plainly scrolled on the back—
ROOM 333
Serendipity, you laugh to yourself. Fucking serendipity.
©Chimoona 2020