( 1/2 ) irene kim x jace kim; insatiable

“kiss me in the corridor,

&& composed for @pxjace

it was like the first time she dipped her fingers in mud, but instead of letting her slide right back out instead it clutched right onto her. the fleeting moment of dread that exhaled through her pores, wave of excitement chilling the surface of her skin. it was grating. a non-sensical emotion that had little care for understanding. a hole that she thought was a crack, an introduction of what she didn’t acknowledge before.

–– tattoos and piercings, the typical bad boy she swore herself to never pay attention towards. figuring out what had to be done was easy, but acting upon them was a completely different matter. a very convenient first meeting, right when she was supposed to meet her dearest woobin. of course he’d have to be there, a bundle of charms behind him and irene had unwillingly let herself drown.

irene told herself that the last thing she needed was to be bound, to listen to a man that seemed to have far too many tricks up his sleeve. although the mild alternative usually saved her from recognition, it did not matter. she’d paid. it was late and the person she couldn’t convince herself from seeing waited for her. it’s been a couple of days since she last heard his voice. she felt hollow and it sneaked into her behaviour to a degree, restlessness and the underlying feeling of guilt becoming an unwelcomed addition to it.

–– “how did the two of you met?” she questioned, soon after the male gave her a fleeting kiss on her hand and a billion-watt smile thrown her way. one that had been masked as something friendly, though leaving room for the knight to make her own assumption. just another person, though far too charming to be normal but she didn’t give it too much thought. “i work for the royals, i’m the royal high knight actually.” oh what a mistake. 

her weakness had a name, one that slithered its way around her body and holds her on a chokehold. even past through lapses of judgement she thought she’d abridged, the memory of him went through her like a needle. it eased in gradually and almost effortlessly with a piercing jab. she’s a woman of strong will, but the thrill of playing with fire had her coming back for more. and he waited, wooden barrier separating the two bodies. irene didn’t even know why she bothered to pretend as if she wasn’t anticipating the man; he could hear ever beat of her heart.

–– eyes the colour of onyx, an inky black abyss starting straight at her. he’s feral, a rogue prancing slowly around her in circles. it felt almost as if he was taunting her, cooing right before her face and fingertips caressing her cheeks. it could’ve been an easy reach for her dagger, wedged right into his heart. it was the right thing to do, yet she sinned. the knight let him live, committing a crime against her own kind and dear god what has she got herself into?

one moment he’d be laughing at her remark, the next he’d be pounding right into her against the wall. it was an endless cycle. her guilty conscience disappears when she’s met with his eyes, captivating and entirely fascinating. he’s the light and irene’s the helpless bug flying straight for it. common sense no longer exists in her dictionary as soon as that door opens. hands around her waist, hoisting her up and her clawing his shirt with the desperate need to have his lips on her skin.

@pxjace

One, two, three, go! was all that was heard over the song in the corner where a group of tourist were downing shots, chattering away in English about how cool it was here in Seoul, Sam doesn’t know where she learned English, both her parents are horrible at it, her brother took private lessons ages ago, perhaps she did too, but it had to have had been ages ago, but she understand nearly every drunk slurred word out of their mouths. She watches amused as she finishes the bottle of sojo before a smile slide unto her lips and orders another four, one for herself and one for each of the tourists she is watching. Paying for the drinks she heads over, smiling softly, they seem to finally notice her, one of the girls smiling, asking her if she would like to join them. Sam sets the bottles down, and opens her mouth, the group expecting English to flow from her painted lips, but instead Korean words fill their ears, causing awe and wonder on their face, asking how long she has lived here, where she is from, to which she replies simply, she was born here. That confuses the drunk tourists, but Sam insists they enjoy their sojo before moving on, her own bottle in hand.

As she moves through the crowd of people, the music gets louder, the club lie the ocean, the further in you go, the drunker you become, and louder the music is. This suits the blonde just fine, taking a swig from her bottle, already working on working on her fourth bottle as it is, not caring about a glass at this point. She stops moving, atleast in a direction manner, but her body slowly starts to move with the beat of the song, faster and faster the beat goes, Sam’s body moves as well, hips having a mind of their own, her hand moving the hair out of her eyes as she feels someone behind her, a hand on her waist, to which her eyes follow the hand up to find a man, pulling her towards them. She turns, a smirk on her lips as she turns to face them, he has his own smirk on his lips, most likely thinking he hit the jackpot, as he first mutters outloud in Korean about how he would like to fuck her, before trying to use a few English words on her, asking her if she would like a true Korean experience. She tilts her head, her hand moving to his shoulder while she leans in and replies back in Korean that she does get a true Korean experience everyday, and the wasn’t some stupid tourist, he could trick in quickie in the bathroom.