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Sometimes to decompress and detach from the world, you and your best friend hit the club. Aurora is the go-to spot: upbeat songs, strict bouncers, stiff drinks, and a lot of room on the dance floor.
You had been planning this night for almost two weeks and it was finally here. Dressed up in a short black dress that flowed maybe a bit too easily, some sparkly earrings, and your favorite eyeliner, you walk up to the bar and order the strongest rum and coke you can buy for your friend and a long island for you. You tip the bartender heavily, and turn to the tall table where your friend was standing waiting for you.
“It looks like the man in the leather pants over there has eyes for you,” she says as you hand her drink to her. She motions slightly in his direction.
“Yeah?” You scanned the room to see who she was referring to. A man with a sculpted jawline and catlike eyes meets your gaze and he smirks, beginning to glide across the room.
By the time you have taken three swallows of your Long Island, he is standing at your table, “May I say… you look stunning. My name is San, and you are…?” He rests his elbow on the table and places his head in his hand, clearly checking you out.
“My fiancée.” a gruff voice speaks up from behind you, wrapping his arms firmly around you, one hand on your hip, the other across your chest, almost pinning you against his body.
San stood up quickly, “My apologies. Have a great night.” he blurts out quickly, fear visible in his eyes as he nods to the man behind you and walks away.
“Jonghoooo” you whine. “Why are you here? It’s girls’ night. You know I’m coming home to you at the end of the night. A little flattery is only going to boost my self esteem in bed. You didn’t need to scare him.”
He roughly grabs your jaw and leans in close. “You’re mine. Always. He doesn’t get to breathe on you. Come close to you. No one here has the right to lay their eyes on you.” Jongho spun you around, his hand steadily pressing against your collarbone. Not high enough to choke you, but a clear display of his control. Suddenly Jongho’s lips are on yours and the entire club fades into the background. His kiss is rough, possessive. He nips your lower lip roughly and you whine, mouth falling open and feeling yourself getting weak at the knees.
“Fuck” you whisper, feeling somewhat lightheaded. “Y-yeah. You’re right. Let’s get home. He isn’t worth my time. I’m sorry babe.”
Jongho places his hand on your lower back and begins to steer you toward the door. “It looks like you might need a reminder of exactly why we are engaged and why we agree you have no need for anyone else, babe. A stern reminder.”
A shiver runs down your spine. Maybe the club wasn’t the best place to de-stress without telling your fiancée first.