She was ily grinding her behind against Jaybeom’s crotch, and his hands were dangerously placed above her tiny waist, almost touching the center of her being. I winced enviously. Unable to take more of that scene, I slammed the glass of vodka I was drinking on the counter and rushed to their direction, pushing a few just to get there.

I grabbed her arm, pulled her away from him and made our way through the crowd. I pushed her against a wall, making her moan with the pain. The moan that escaped from her lips was music to my ears and it only .

I crushed my lips against hers. At first, she resisted, but the kiss itself was breathtaking that her strong defense crumbled and she finally gave in. My hand that supported her back found her bare thigh and I caressed the soft and smooth skin, making her gasp.

Tablo’s Bad played on the background and I found myself singing along with it.

Love is so bad, bad, bad, bad, bad

When we separated and broke the kiss, our breathing was short and ragged. She smirked and inched closer to me, letting me smell her sweet-scented breath. It was intoxicating and I felt a certain rush, making me want her more. She pulled my top sensually and whispered huskily, “Joon-ssi, say it.”

What was I supposed to say? That I’m committing a sin just kissing you? That I wanted your body against mine?

“I want you, SandaraPark.”