Page 43 of A World Apart
[Sent 21:57]
Becka
Okay but srsly, where are you?
[Sent 21:58]
Becka
you’re not in the bathroom, where R U?
[Sent 22:01]
Becka
C says JH isn’t here either R U WITH THE IDOL?
[Sent 22:02]
Becka
Babes, people are starting to look for him, so if you’re with him, SCATTER!
[Sent 22:03]
“Fuck,” I muttered, looking around to see if people were indeed starting a search party.
“What’s wrong?” Jihoon asked, following my gaze.
“Becka says people are looking for you.”
“Fuck,” he sighed, and I burst out laughing.
“What?” he asked, frowning at me as I tried to stifle my giggles, my happy buzz not dampened by the thought of the drunk staff of Pisces searching for the man sitting next to me.
“You’re not supposed to say, ‘fuck’,” I giggled.
“You said ‘fuck’,” he protested.
“I’m not an idol,” I stage-whispered, holding a hand to my mouth.
To my delight, he just rolled his eyes and stood up. “Come,” he said, and he held out a hand to me. Without hesitation, I put my hand in his larger one and allowed him to pull me to my feet. I wobbled slightly in my heels, but his firm grip on my hand held me steady as we stood face to face once more.
Not laughing anymore, I said, “We better go back in.” He nodded, and I turned to walk away towards the door.
I’d taken one single step past the bench when Jihoon grabbed my wrist, turning me around so fast that I stumbled back into his chest. His other hand found my waist as he firmly guided me backward until my back hit the wall. He released my hand to put his above my head, holding me gently as he caged me in.
Panting suddenly, I looked up at him, his eyes dark but his face gentle.
“Tell me ‘no’,” he whispered. I said nothing, my chest heaving above my pounding heart.
His head lowered until his hair tickled the side of my face. “Tell me to stop,” his voice was almost a whine as he ran his nose softly down my cheek.
“No.” My voice was barely a breath, my thoughts scattered.
“No?” He pressed his mouth to the sensitive spot just under my ear and I shuddered, heat coiling low in my belly, tension thrumming through me like a struck chord.
“Don’t stop,” I said firmer this time, then gasping as his hand moved upwards from my waist, tracing the contour of my side and feathering up to my shoulder.
