Cravings; Kim Seokjin

                                    

                                          
       It took quite some time to get over being alone again after Namjoon left. I managed, however. It took a week after he left to stop staring at his business card every five minutes. Another three days to put it out of sight and mind...and another week to force myself to throw it away.
       Yoongi is still gone. He was only back for a couple days before he had to go home for a family emergency. I'm so damn bored. And lonely. And...horny, damn it! It's like I've become addicted to Namjoon and how he makes me feel. I have to remember that he hadn't meant any of the sweet caring things he said. He was paid to say them. 
       Get it together, Jin...I really need to go out and stop thinking about him. Sure, I could have called and scheduled another session but what would be the point? It's not like he'd ever fall in love with me or even want me as a boyfriend...he made it more than clear he was very happy in his chosen career choice. I can't date a prostitute...no matter how good they are. 


                          
      
      This was a mistake. My headache whole heartedly agrees. I finally talked myself into dressing up and going out on the town but so far all I've managed to do is get buzzed, tired, hungry, and annoyed.
       Everywhere I go, I get hit on and most would enjoy such treatment but I hate it. They just see my looks, not me. I want someone to see me for once. 
       "Hey beautiful. You here alone?" 
       I glance over slowly to see a very attractive man smiling at me. His hair is gray but he's very young-around my age. He's dressed very nicely in a light blue oversized dress shirt and black slacks. A black tie is loosened around his neck. He's gorgeous, really.
      I lick my lips and sip my drink. "Yes. You?" I clear my throat. 
       He chuckles and I feel his eyes roaming over me. Just great. "Not anymore. Want to get out of here and...get to know each other better?" What a original pick up line. 
      I sigh. "No thanks." 
      His hand slips over my thigh. "Come on, sexy. You need some company. You look depressed as hell. Let's go do something fun." He suggests.
      I peak over at him again. "You aren't going to let this go, are you?" 
      He shakes his head, happily. "Nope. I'm Taehyung, by the way." He holds his hand out.
       Hesitantly, I take it and force a little smile. "Seokjin. Call me Jin." We get up and I let him lead me out of the building and onto the street. Even though it's late, the strip is still bright and lively. Taehyung grabs my hand and pulls me into a nice restaurant. 
       We sit at a booth and order drinks. "I didn't realize this is what you had in mind." I snort. I thought he wanted-
       He smirks. "You thought I meant sex? I'd be honored to have sex with you but no.  I was serious about getting out of that depressing bar and living life. You shouldn't do it alone." He says matter of factly as we order our meal. 
      I find that I actually really like Kim Taehyung. He's overtly happy and positive, friendly and doesn't seem judgmental in any way. I wonder how he's still single. He seems like a great catch. 
       

                          
       After our meal, he takes me to another club and we dance and dance and drink and I actually stop worrying about what was bothering me. I actually stop thinking about Kim fucking Namjoon. I feel peace for the first time all night. 
       At some point in the night, a kiss is initiated and soon enough I find myself sitting on Taehyung's lap, devouring each other's mouths. He tastes so good. Sweet. Like strawberries and rum. So good. I know I'm extremely drunk when my hand slips under his waistband to give him a squeeze. 
      He moans in my mouth before standing up with me still in his arms. His strength turns me on even more. He pulls away. "Do you want to go to your place or mine?" He rasps, lustfully. 
       I gasp and slowly slide down his body, loving the feel of my erection grinding down on his own. He bites his lip in need. Dark eyes watching me. 
      "Mine." I moan as his lips attack my neck. He pushes me up against the wall and sucks hard on my throat. I'm so turned on right now. I need more. I need him to fuck me. 
       "Jin?" 
      Taehyung releases my mouth and we both turn to see who had spoken my name. My vision blues as he comes to view. Namjoon. What's he doing here?! 
       Swallowing hard, I clear my throat and step away from Taehyung. I notice that the guy that ruined our evening that one time is behind Namjoon looking curiously at Tae. Jungkook. Of fucking course. 
       "Hi." I whisper. 
        Namjoon's eyes trail slowly over my body and reluctantly reminded what I'm wearing. A low cut grey t shirt and a pair of dark distressed jeans that hug my ass just right. I look damn good. 
      But so does he. My eyes devour him in his fancy black dress shirt and slacks. Looking ever more the business man and not the escort he is. 
       "How have you been?" He asks evenly. Perfectly calm and normal like he hadn't just caught me making out with another man. I guess it's not weird. We aren't anything anyway. Not like he's my boyfriend or something. 
      I'm completely capable of being with other men. That was the whole point of using his services. Learn to be with men confidently. 
      "I've been great. And yourself?" I ask, trying to stay calm and not be embarrassed. Jungkook moves away from us and holds out a hand to Tae. They shake hands, introducing themselves.
     "It seems we're just in the way here. Why don't we go to the bar and grab a drink?" Tae suggests and Jungkook nods, leaving us alone. I notice Namjoon's gaze follow them with slight annoyance. Are they dating even though he denied it?
       "Are you sure he's not your boyfriend?" I ask, wanting it to come out teasingly but only sounding irritated and course.
       He furrows his brow at me. "He's not. We just left an event and he wanted to come here to wind down. It's just surprising he left me so easily." He smirks. "He's usually clinging to me all night." 
       I scoff. "Right. You don't like cling." I laugh. 
        His lips twitch. "Only to an extent." He glances around. "I'm surprised to see you here, I know this isn't your scene." His eyes study my face before glancing back to where Tae and Jungkook have vacated. "New boyfriend?" 
        I laugh. "No. I just met him tonight. He's a pretty good guy. He dragged me out here, though. I'd rather be home, I think." I mutter, noting as Jungkook slides his hand into Taehyung's. Weird. I glance back up to see Namjoon smirking at the same view. 
       "It seems we've been thoroughly ditched. Would you like to leave?" He asks, holding his arm out to me. Memories blur through my vision of our month together and I blush. Nodding, I slip my arm into his. 
       "I'll walk you home." He smiles and a rush of warmth and giddiness fill me as I hide a smile. I've missed this man more than I care to admit. 
        "Won't your client be upset you left?" I frown, forcing myself to take in account Jungkook. Ugh.
        He chuckles. "I think he's well and truly distracted tonight. I believe by now he's forgotten I exist." He sighs happily. 
        Once we arrive at my place, nerves replace my good humor. "W-would you like to come in for a drink?" I ask politely, not wanting to part yet. Who knows when I'll get to see him again. 
       He hesitates for a moment before nodding. "Sure, If you don't mind." 
       He helps himself comfortably in the living room while I make drinks for us. He sips the drink expertly while I sit down beside him, feeling the warmth radiate off his body. 
       After a couple minutes of silence, I feel his hand slip onto my thigh. Shivers run down my spine at his touch. 
      "You look good. I'm glad you're doing well." He murmurs, close to my ear. His hot breath tickles my neck and I shudder.
       "You, too." I manage to get out. I turn to look up at him only to freeze. His dark eyes are filled with lust and want. For me. Forgetting what I was about to say-instead I pull him to me boldly and connect our lips in a passionate kiss. 
      It took this moment to realize to myself just how much I've been craving for this, for him. For his touch, his kiss. It feels so natural and right. I need this so much. 
       After a long while of kissing and touching gently, he pulls back, licking my bottom lip. "Shall we move to the bedroom?" He rasps against my skin. I nod as he stands and lifts me effortlessly into his arms. 
      Groaning as he palms my ass, I lock my legs around his hips and bury my face in his neck. "Please..." I whimper as he swiftly carries me into the darkness of my bedroom.