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dontshootmespence · 7 years

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Through the Lens

Part 4

Back-to-back shows in one day was hectic to say the least, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. As you were readying your camera, Prentiss invited you backstage. Apparently, she’d seen a number of your spreads before and was wondering if you’d take pictures of life backstage at one of her shows. It was a spur of the moment thing, but it was also a rare opportunity; it was so insane between clothes and makeup and models and makeup artists that normally others weren’t allowed backstage, but Prentiss ran a smooth operation, where everyone and everything had its job, leaving room to move around.

“It’s a lot to take in isn’t it?” She asked, laughing as you spun around, your mouth hanging open as you realized she’d been talking to you this entire time. Between the craziness of everything and Prentiss’ up-close beauty, you hadn’t heard a thing, so you just nodded.

“It’s insane, but I love it.” With your camera ready to go, you started clicking away, watching as a sea of color – pastel pinks, deep reds, maroons, navy blues, and blacks – waved themselves in front of your eyes. Though you weren’t a journalist, you also asked a few questions of other models and makeup artists backstage, inching closer and closer to wear JJ was getting prepared with her first outfit, a black dress with a sheer top adorned with black flowers and a printed silk organza skirt inspired by Indian kalamkari.

Was it cheesy to say that JJ looked like a vision?

Because God did you want to go over and kiss her. She looked stunning, but your relationship was still a secret, so you made eye contact with her and took a picture of her. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see that Prentiss had noticed. “Don’t worry. You’re secret is safe with me.”

“What secret?” you asked clumsily, trying to play it off.

Prentiss, who’d insisted you call her Emily, just clicked her tongue. “I may be busy, but I notice things.”

Hopefully, she’d keep her promise.

After taking a few more pictures, you thanked Emily again for allowing you backstage. “Seriously, thank you so much. Your work is absolutely stunning.”

“Thank you,” she replied sincerely. “With all the traveling I’ve done, I had to have my clothes reflect that.”

As she departed, you say that JJ was heading toward her makeup chair, so you decided to follow her. “I’ve been assigned to Elle Greenaway.” Elle was very well-known throughout the makeup industry for her cruelty free makeup line boasting 35+ shades of foundation, and her desire to continue serving as a makeup artist on occasion despite being a business owner. “She’s fantastic. She’s done my makeup before.”

“Hello, Ms. Greenaway,” you said, extending your hand as JJ sat down. “Jennifer has been telling me about you.”

Leaning down, she kissed both of JJ’s cheeks. “Stunning as always, JJ. Very neutral for this outfit. And please, call me Elle,” she said to you. “You’re Y/N Y/L/N, right? Up and coming photographer?” Was it okay to fangirl? You had a secret, hot girlfriend, a veteran designer had just invited you backstage and now a world-famous makeup artist and entrepreneur had heard of you. Life was pretty fucking sweet.

“I am her. I love your line. Foundation and lip gloss specifically.”

“Thank you so much,” she said, her own lip stain shining under the bright lights backstage. “Now, my beautiful canvas. Let’s get to work.”

Within 10 minutes, JJ had tasteful and neutral makeup on, and she was ready to go. As you looked around, you saw that it was just about time, so you said your goodbyes to Elle, wished JJ good luck, and headed outside.

In addition to the vast array of colors Prentiss used, she was also a fan of floral patterns paired with black; JJ had told you earlier that she was a perfect mixture of sugar and spice. You barely stayed still the entire show. By the time it was over, you were practically sweating, and more than ready for a good night’s sleep.

Unfortunately, JJ got caught by a former model and friend Haley Hotchner, wife of Spencer’s agent, Aaron, which was probably how the group of them had become such good friends. But JJ didn’t want to bail because she’d have to tell them why, and the two of you were really enjoying your privacy right now.

JJ: You sure you’re okay with that?

Y/N: Of course, babe. I’m exhausted anyway. I’m going back home to sleep.

JJ: Okay good. See you tomorrow <3

Normally, you weren’t the type to read into emojis, but that was the first time she’d used the heart emoji and you might’ve melted into the floor.

The next two days went by quickly, with JJ walking for Nina Tiari and Balenciaga. The tabloids were going crazy over her; she was able to wear anything and people were all over her because of it. You’d also attended Hermes, where Spencer was walking again. JJ had a seat, but at the last minute, Blake had asked you to cover Hermes, so you and Spencer walked in the same entrance.

An unbelievable ocean of lights caught you off guard, but Spencer placed his hand on your shoulders and ushered you inside. “Is that what the life of a male model is like? Constant cameras and men and women fawning over you?” You laughed.

“The model life in general. I don’t really understand it. I just like nice clothes.” Spencer said, snorting as he thought about the absurdity of it all. “I love wearing them. I love learning about them. The rest of it is…whatever.”

JJ felt the same way. It’s probably why they got along so well. Before heading toward the side of the runway where she could get some good shots, she was introduced to Aaron Hotchner, his agent. “Nice to meet you.” He had a strong and firm handshake, but was very friendly, his smile carefree, but his manner of speech was all business. “Maybe one day you can do a spread for Spencer here? An up-and-coming photographer? Might be good for your portfolio,” he said to Spencer.

“Are you always business?” Spencer teased. “That does sound great though. If you wouldn’t mind of course.”

“Of course not, I’d love to,” you replied, pulling Blake’s card out of your wallet. You always had one on hand. “Why don’t you give Alex Blake a call and we can set it up? I’m sure she’d love to expand the company’s portfolio as well.”

After the show was over, you caught up with JJ and Spencer met up with Luke. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a statuesque, muscular man and an eccentrically dressed woman making their way toward JJ. “Derek! Penelope! I didn’t know you were going to be here!” She gave them both a hug and introduced everyone. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, when I was trying to get those tickets to Marchesa, I was actually able to pull a couple more than I intended, and I haven’t had some one-on-one time with my babygirl and right hand man in a long time, so we’re headed to Marchesa too.” The two seemed an odd pair from the outside, but they talked to each other like they were made for each other.

On the way to Marchesa, everyone’s wind down at the end of a long yet exciting week, you sat next to JJ in the limo. “Are they dating? The CEO and the CTO?”

“No,” JJ laughed. “They’re like flirty best friends.”

Whatever it was they were, they were adorable together. Marchesa was always a big show, so you were able to blend in with the group you were with – designer, Luke Alvez, model, Spencer Reid, his agent, Aaron Hotchner, JJ, yourself, and two of JJ’s bosses. Anyone and everyone was here, as the tabloids liked to say.

The group of you made your way through the abundance of paparazzi before making your way inside and enjoying the show. Marchesa had a way of beautifully combining menswear and their signature flirty, femininity. “That pantsuit,” you breathed to JJ. “I’m not even a wearer of fashion, obviously,” you chuckled, “But I could rock that. It’s gorgeous.”

“You absolutely would,” Penelope said. Moments later another model came strutting down the runway in a beautiful red dress, the material of which was gathered to look like flowers. “I would rock that.”

Derek laughed and pulled her closer. “I’ll buy it for you and you can wear it around the office.”

“Why aren’t we dating again?” She laughed. “You know how to make a girl feel special.”

As a photographer it was your job to sell the clothing whether or not you liked it, and most of the time, you liked most, and disliked a few, but there was literally nothing in this year’s Marchesa line-up that you didn’t love; it was absolutely stunning, delicately crafted, and innovative as hell.

“Alright,” JJ said as the show came to a close and everyone started to get up. “You two and us. Dinner. Two days from now?” That firmed up your unofficial double date with Spencer and Luke.

You said goodbye to all your new friends and left with JJ, getting picked up by her driver and heading to your apartment to pick up some clothes. It was time for relaxing. Because she lived in an apartment, she’d booked the weekend at a gorgeous and isolated hotel just outside the city and within a few hours, you’d arrived. “This is gorgeous,” you said, awestruck at the warm and inviting lobby.

“I’m going to check us in, okay?” Her hand grazed yours and there was no one else in the lobby, so she pressed a kiss to the side of your cheek. You could not wait to be alone. This week had been amazing, but you wanted time with your girlfriend again.

When you got to your room, you pinned JJ to the bed and ran your hands up underneath her shirt. “I’ve been dying for some alone time,” you laughed against her collarbone.

“I can see that,” she exclaimed, taking your lips in a sweet, but searing kiss. “How about we go to grab a later dinner and then we can come back here for dessert?” She winked, the barely-veiled insinuation sending a shiver down your spine.

“Yes,” you hissed. “I like that idea.”

Between checking into the room and getting changed for dinner, it was an hour before you were in the restaurant and placing your order. Suddenly, JJ felt a buzzing in her pocket. “Derek? What’s wrong?”

He must’ve said something that rubbed her the wrong way, because she said nothing else, hung up and started staring at her phone.

“JJ?” You asked, wondering if she’d gotten some bad news. “What’s wrong?”

She swallowed hard, her brow furrowing as she turned the phone toward you. The headline read:

Does Stunning Model Jennifer Jareau Have a New Woman in Her Life?

Underneath the headline was a picture of them standing in the lobby. Someone had followed you here. “I’m sorry,” she said.

“It’s not your fault,” you whispered. She looked distraught.

So your relationship was out? It wasn’t the end of the world, right?

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sighingsiren-tales · 7 years

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|A Theory part 5|

GROUP: GOT7

GENRE: Angst, Smut, Pure unadulterated nonsense

LENGTH: 4.2K

A/N: I am so so so sorry for how long this took for me to get out. I really hope you guys like it. Now, I since already gifted the Jackson stans, I believe the eldest hyung and the leader deserve some love too, yes?

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“Dress sexy” .

Jackson’s husky words echoed in my mind as I washed my body, making sure to shave, exfoliate and almost everything else in the book I could think of. I touched my skin making sure it was silky smooth to the touch before turning off the water and stepping out. The steam enveloped the room, making it a foggy maze to the door. I grabbed the dark colored towel off of the rack, wrapping the fluffy thick cotton around my body before I left the humid room, relishing in the cold air hitting my wet skin when I opened the door and stepped out into my room. In my immediate line of sight, I could see a broad back and shoulders going through my closet, carefully inspecting each article of clothing before pushing it aside and moving onto the next.

“I like the red” I heard his low, smooth voice speak as he inspected a dress I wore once to some high end fashion party Bambam dragged me to.

“It suits you” he mused.

That deep, melodic and smooth voice belonged to only one person. But how and when did he get in my room? How long was I in the shower for? It couldn't have been that long, could it? My mind was swirling with the bombardment of questions assaulting my conscious, the most prominent one being what the hell was going on.

“Jaebum?” At the call of his name he took his attention away from the dress and turned to me.

I could fully see how he was dressed now, a simple white button up, buttoned up to his elbows with black slacks on. It was simple, but with his accessories of the silver earrings and simple chain, adorning his neck, he made it gorgeous. Giving me a once over, his lips spread into a gorgeous breathtaking smile. He kept his hand on the smooth, silky fabric of the dress as he addressed me.

“Evening baby girl” he said in a smooth, polite voice.

The initial shock of Im Jaebum in my room, while I was naked no less, was staggering and highly difficult to get over to say the absolute least. He raised an eyebrow at my silence and I could see the smug glint in his eye. He was breath taking, it was almost impossible for me to take my eyes off of him. His dark hair was styled back and away from his forehead, giving me a view of his gorgeous features. He watched me as I watched him, silently egging me on to do something as I continued my ogling unabashedly. That was before my mind took me back to the reality of the situation; Until I was reminded of the questions that needed to be answered.

“What did Jimin tell you?” Finding my voice was difficult but to produce it was even worse.

My voice came out as a low whisper, slightly husky. He turned back to my closet, skimming through my clothes once more.

“Answer me” I demanded.

His hand stopped midway of moving the article of the clothing over to the next side so he could find something he deemed good enough as he looked at me over his shoulder.

“We’ve gone through this baby. Watch how you talk to me” his voice was cold, arousing and an absolute pleasure to my ears.

I stood, completely entranced, as he continued going through my clothes. He could say anything in that voice and I would automatically obey.

“Get ready, we have places to be”.

His melodic voice came across, commanding me to do as he asked. I watched him skeptically, waiting for him to turn back around and talk about exactly what it is he wanted me to do. Why was he even doing this at all? What was the endgame here? But, regardless of all questions, we both knew I was going to do as he said, regardless of what it was, evident by his continuation of going through my clothing and not even glancing my way again. I made slow movements to my vanity, sitting down silently. I lotioned my body carefully and slowly, legs and arms first as to keep the towel in place. As I made it to my neck and chest, Jaebum spoke up.

“So, Jackson huh?” his tone was light and teasing.

I felt my cheeks burn in embarrassment as I leaned my head down, somehow focused more on the lotion disappearing into my skin.

“Don't be shy beautiful. I already know it all. Jackson isn't exactly...subtle” He chuckled deeply.

My mind immediately catapulted me into the memory of about half an hour ago, his groans and pants filling my ears causing me to clench my thighs together and shift on the chair at my vanity as to relieve the pressure. I went through the various makeup brushes on my vanity, laying them out so I could begin to get dressed “sexily”. I primed my face before starting on my eyebrows just as Jaebum began to speak again.

“You're impatient, from what I've seen and from what Jackson said”.

I finished my eyebrows, opting to choose my words wisely, before carefully beginning to apply foundation as I spoke to him, keeping my face toward the mirror and attempting to keep calm as his words sparked a fire in me.

“I don't really know what you'd expect. I was being teased relentlessly by the seven of you almost all afternoon with no pay off. That's enough to make anyone impatient” my voice was level and I prided myself on that fact.

I seemed in control. Unfortunately, I was dealing with the master of calm, cool and collected while my apperance of being so was just a facade.

“That so? Well than it’d do you well to keep in mind that I’m not just anyone, hmm?”.

“I know that Jaebum” my response was immediate, my voice was low and honeyed, mostly because I was focused on contouring correctly.

He took a sharp intake of breath, causing me to look at him almost immediately. His back was to me but I could see it in the way his head was tilted back slightly and the way his fists were clenched at his sides that me saying his name sparked his need to dominate. I kept my smile as low key as possible, trying not to let it show that I loved knowing I had that effect on him.

“I like that. You saying my name, naked nonetheless” He paused to sigh.

“I just wish I was able to do something about it right now” his voice was low, sweet and seductive in ways that shouldn't be possible for a human.

I bit my lip to keep my tongue in check as I began to start on eyeshadow, going for neutral tones of tans, browns and muted golds as to compliment anything he would've picked for me to wear. I didn't want to provoke him right now if what Jackson said about Jimin having and idea was true. I knew Jimin and while, I didn’t have all the details, I knew that Park Jimin loved the idea of dramatics, the rush of adrenaline, the spotlight and, most of all, sensuality. Paired with the overachiever, golden maknae Jungkook and the theatrical ability to both entrance and ensnare of Taehyung, god knows I didn't want to go into whatever they had planned with a limp and sore throat.

“Babygirl, tell me something” he mused as I silently wondered just how much clothes did I have.

“Yes?” I began blending the neutral tones together neatly as he spoke.

“How much patience do you think I have?”.

I stopped momentarily, composing myself best I could before continuing blending.

“Probably a lot more than you actually have” I answered quietly and honestly.

He stayed quiet for a moment, not saying a word as I blended the eyeshadow out to my liking before picking up my gel liner and carefully beginning my sultry wings.

“I know how to handle myself. But because of that, people tend to forget the fact that I am human and that I do have a breaking point. Although, no one has reached that point yet” he paused to chuckle slightly before continuing.

“But you get what I'm saying to you, right?”.

I looked over at him, nodding dumbly until I realised that he couldn't see me and uttered a soft yes.

“That being said, I bet you’re wondering why am I telling you all of this?”.

I nearly ended up with a black line going down my cheek bone at the way his voice dropped an octave deliciously.

“Why is because I don't think you understand just how much I want you at my mercy” his voice a low, sexy rasp.

I licked my dry lips, swallowing deeply, before starting on the other wing, attempting to keep my composure when all I wanted to do was jump his bones.

I heard something being taken from the closet and tossed onto the bed before my drawers were being rummaged through.

“It's everything about you that draws me in baby. You have this” He inhaled, as if wanting to find the right word before beginning his next sentence, the first word an whoosh of breath.

“Arousing balance between docile little kitten and lioness”.

I looked up from my carefully drawn wings to see him sitting on my bed, forearms braced on his knees as he watched me. I held his gaze through the mirror, before shakily going for my tube of mascara. I carefully coated my lashes as he began to speak again.

“I used to think you switch between the two persona’s just to cause me grief. I mean, a grown man stroking his cock at least once a week to the thought of his name leaving your lips sweetly and fiercely is a bit ridiculous, yeah?”.

His slight pause barely gave me enough time to push the picture he had just painted for me away best I could but the effect was definitely still there.

“Somehow, I thought that you knew you were doing it to me” he chuckled.

I immediately turned to him, catching his eyes immediately.

“I didn’t, I swear” I spoke in a rush, making sure he knew I wasn't as cunning as he once thought.

He got up from his place from on my bed, and I followed him, tilting my head back just to watch him. He let one finger go under my chin, never breaking my gaze.

“I know that now beautiful. It's genuine and that makes it all the more sexy. Just to think” he threaded a hand through my damp curls tenderly.

“That one minute you could have those pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock obediently and the next”

He yanked on my hair, causing a groan to escape my lips, his voice lowering to a whisper as he leaned down.

“You're bent over taking what I give you without complaint because you can't control your tongue”.

He let his tongue dart out to wet his lips, watching me heatedly before he let out a ragged mix of a chuckle and a sigh, letting go of my curls and running a hand through his hair as he moved back toward my bed. I felt the wetness from between my legs drip onto the towel as I carefully applied my false lashes. This man was sin. He knew it and I knew it. He was relatively quiet as I finished the look with highlight, the only sound being the low hum of his voice and song lyrics.

“If this is a sin a sin a sin, I will get the punishment For you, even though I lose everything everything everything I want you all of you yeah It’s not something that doesn’t make sense If this is a sin a sin a sin Oh everything”.

His words mixed with the low husky timber of his voice did nothing to calm my hormones. His dark, soulful voice made my body yearn for him in ways that would probably have me condemned by a priest but each one was insanely exciting. It was an absolute miracle that I finished my makeup with no consequences. After finishing with setting spray, I began to massage oil into my damp curls, making my curls more defined and ready to style. Just as I parted the long curly strands, he spoke again, breaking the calming yet sensual lyrics of the song.

“I like this one” he picked up a dress, picking it up and holding it in view of both of mirror and myself so he could gauge my reaction.

It was definitely something I could see myself wearing with him. It was gorgeous, a deep dark navy blue that almost looked black in the light of the setting sun. It was a v neck, a sharp plunge that gave an amazing tease of my cleavage, spaghetti strapped with a silt up the side of my right thigh and no back. It was definitely something that appealed to Jaebum’s taste greatly; It accentuated my tattoo and my curves perfectly.

“I really can't wait to see how your ass looks in this. You have no idea what I’d give to be able to fuck you doggy style”.

I let out a low chuckle, not necessairly expecting those words to come out of Jaebum’s mouth, as I slicked my hair down and back, pulling the remaining curls into a mid ponytail that brushed my lower shoulders,

“You wouldn't have to do much”.

I began walking over to the bed, leaning down to look at the gorgeous dress that I, truthfully, don't remember buying in detail. Just as I bent over, hands grabbed my hips.

“Wha-”.

“Just...stay down for a minute” he cut me off with words of his own.

His voice was low and strained. I let myself relish in the power that came with knowing I made him feel like this. I gave a slow, tentative roll of my hips, pushing back onto his erection making him push down on small of my back, making my arch more prominent, while keeping one hand firmly on my hip. I felt him lean down and press a kiss to the beginning of the tattoo, causing me to whine, before he trailed his tongue up toward my ear, taking the shell of it between his teeth.

“I'm trying very fucking hard not to fuck you into a coma. So, please...please just stay fucking still. I'm being nice and saying please because I know if I command you to do anything, anything at all” he let a hand sneak down to cup my sex, causing me to buck into him with a low pitched moan.

“You’ll do whatever it is I ask and that won't end well for you. I'll say fuck everything, fuck Jimin's idea and fuck you well into tomorrow”.

I arched into him, pushing against him more aggressively now, causing him to hiss.

“I don't see anything wrong with that” I whispered huskily.

“Get dressed babygirl. Please. Daddy’s patience is wearing thin” he breathed, letting his head rest in the crook of my neck.

The title sparked such a hormonal need in me that it almost overtook my entire personality as I breathed out a “Yes daddy”.

“Shit. Just please go get fucking dressed. Please I'm going to get Mark” he left my side in a whoosh of air mixed with a few curses, leaving me a mix of proud and unsatisfied.

Before I could stop myself, I stopped him before he could leave the room with a call of his name. Before I could lose my boldness accompanied by my surge of confidence I dropped my towel, still facing away from him.

“I'll see you later daddy” I purred.

“I swear the minute we’re alone you're fucked” he hissed with no real malice.

I only giggled at his response as I slid the dark colored panties up my legs. I could tell he left when there was silence in the room once again. I found myself vaguely humming the song Jaebum was only minutes ago as I slid into the dress, realizing that it stopped jut above my knee. I smoothed out the minimal creases in them before walking over to the perfect heels that could accompany the look. I found the gorgeous gold toned, bedazzled heels that matched my makeup perfectly. Slipping on the stilettos, I felt someone hold my hips.

“And just what did you do to Jaebum?”.

I leaned back into Mark's touch, straightening my back and letting my head fall back onto his shoulder.

“I have no idea what you're talking about”.

I practically purred at the feeling of Mark behind me. Jackson’s earlier touch left me on a high, craving more and more of the boys with each passing minute. With each minute my shyness fades and my confidence skyrockets, causing me to just simply enjoy the rush and do what comes natural.

“Mark”.

It was a simple one syllable word that held so much longing and want it could be borderline embarrassing. He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me into him with a very low and drawn out “yes”. I turned in his arms, easily wrapping my arms around his neck because of the heels, and dipping my head down to kiss the side of his neck. He let out a low hum of satisfaction before pulling me closer to him.

“What did you do to Jaebum?” He asked again in a low tone of voice.

I pulled back, letting my fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Nothing”.

“Really?” He asked in a low, teasing tone that told me that he obviously didn’t believe me.

He gave me a gorgeous smile, showcasing his perfect teeth, before leaning down so we were nose to nose.At this angle I could see his gorgeous form in a black button up shirt that highlighted his toned stomach and chest with black pants to match.

“I call bullshit” he whispered against my lips.

I didn't break eye contact with him as I slowly moved closer to his lips with all intention to kiss him.

“Guys” we both turned our head to see Bambam entering the room, who seemingly ruined the mood, until I saw what he was wearing.

A gorgeous dark grey suit jacket with a simple black shirt underneath with black pants to match his shirt. The one silver cross earring complemented his look gorgeously and made it impossible not to stare at him.

“We’ve got to go”.

His words caused me to look up at his face, adorned with a smirk, before I Mark was tugging me toward the door. As they rushed me to the front door, I was more than surprised to see Jungkook standing there, hands crossed and looking as formal as the others, and just as gorgeous, in head to toe black. I fought the urge to blush at the way his eyes roved over my form.

He only nodded to Mark and Bambam leaving the house but stopped me as I tried to, effectively blocking my view from what was outside.

“Kookie” I said in a warning tone which probably didn't do much seeing as I was still a few inches shy of his height even with the heels on.

He looked down at me with a cute bunny smile that almost threw me off.

“Just what the hell are you and Jimin plotting” I asked cautiously, determined to get an answer.

He simply shook his head as a response.

“Jungkook”.

This time, he simply ignored the calling of his name as he leaned lower, sneaking an arm around my waist and pulling me into a hug with his hand on the small of my back. I sighed, leaning against his chest in a short hug.

“Don't ask questions” he spoke lowly, before letting go of me, stepping aside and gesturing me out in front of the house.

In the light of the sun, which was quickly disappearing behind the horizons, I could see Jimin standing there in all his smug faced glory with Taehyung by his side. That's when I noticed that behind the two were 7, identical cars all parked in the in front of the house. Jimin’s smirk turned sexy with his eyebrows furrowing over his eyes as he noticed my expression change to absolute surprise. I heard the door close behind me, courtesy of Jungkook, as I walked down the staircase to Jimin and Taehyung. I was rendered absolutely speechless, much to Jimin's delight. The car windows were tinted to such an extent that I couldn’t see who was in which car.

“Pick one”.

At Jimin’s command, I looked up at him.

“What did you tell them?”.

He simply shook his, smirk still present, and repeated his command, this time with a wave of his hand.

“Jimin” I said his name in a low warning tone, causing Taehyung to step in.

He walked toward me, decked out in almost all Gucci, being the fashion icon he was. He took my hand and pulled it so that I interlocked arms with him as he began a leisurely stroll toward the cars.

“Do you trust us?” He asked in his low, baritone voice.

I wasn't going to be so easily deterred so I interrupted him, asking once again what they told him. But Taehyung shushed me, turning me to face him, quickly scanning my outfit to which nodded his approval.

“Do you trust us?” he repeated, eyes staring directly into mine.

I could see the innocent gleam in Taehyung’s eyes letting me know he was being absolutely genuine and wanted me to do the same. I sighed in a resigned manner and nodded my head yes. His face broke out into a huge boxy grin as he then turned to face toward and gestured toward the cars.

“Pick one doll”.

I looked back and forth between the cars, hoping that at least one would give some type of subtle indication of who was inside. But alas, I was met with identical, tinted windows.

“The 4th one”.

As I turned to survey the reactions, I noticed that Jimin’s smirk grew as Jungkook’s expression fell.

“You owe me motherfucking money!” Jimin squealed as Jungkook groaned at his hyung’s antics.

“You couldn't have picked 7? Goddamnit” He whined as he dug into his pocket and handed Jimin a few bills, which he snatched up happily before coming over to me.

He wrapped an arm around my shoulder, walking me over to the 4th car in a hurried manner and opening the door for me.

“Your carriage awaits princess” Jimin said in a regal tone.

I vaguely wondered aloud where in hell's name did they get the money for this, prompting Taehyung to chuckle and respond with something along the lines of “his irresistible charm” causing me to promptly roll my eyes. As I ducked down to enter the car, there in all of his gorgeous glory with dark hair combed back and styled messily away from his forehead was Mark Tuan. He bit his lip, effectively concealing a smile as he held out a hand to help me get in.

“So you chose me?”.

I slid in the seat next to him as Mark signaled for the driver to go ahead and begin driving. He inhaled sharply, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me into him as he let out a breathy laugh.

“Ah, Yugyeom is going to be so pissed”.

I turned to look at him because of that statement and he only gave me a smirk in response.

“For what?” the question passed my lups before I could stop it.

This caused Mark to laugh before politely ordering for the partition to be up. I felt an immediate surge of excitement and fear as the partition slid into place. He lifted me swiftly from my place next to him, to straddling his lap, his hands resting on the tops of my thighs.

“Now, before I finish what I started” He paused to sit up straight, causing his face to be up close and personal with my chest. He gave a slow, sensual kiss to the the slope of my breast, followed by a gentle bite causing me to let out a low whimper.

“Shh, quiet beautiful. We can't be very loud” he whispered as he locked eyes with me.

“As I was saying, Yugyeom doesn't like to share. Being the youngest of us all, I don't necessarily expect him too. But” He took a prominent pause, letting his fingers slipped smoothly under the hem of my dress, dancing across the skin of my mid thigh.

“When it comes to you, he has more problems sharing than usual. Do you know why I was between your legs earlier, other than to tease you?” his voice was low, sensual and comparable to honey; thick and sweet.

When I didn't answer him, he nuzzled his face in my neck and pulled me down by my hips so I was flush against him.

“Because Yugyeom didn't like that” he licked the skin of my neck slowly, causing my head to loll back as I let him work me how he wanted.

“So why do it?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He let out an adorable chuckle before wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me into a hug.

“I can't answer that right now baby, but what I can do” In a display of agility and, with relative ease, he had me on my back and against the seat with him in between my legs.

But despite how close he was, he was so far, seeing as he wasn't even touching me but above me in a push-up position.

“Is show you a few things I can do with my teeth”.

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