JUST ANOTHER CLICHÉ STORY: Rich Guy; Poor Girl

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"In the car. Now," he commanded with his hoarse voice.

It made you tremble in anticipation as he gripped on the car's backseat door opening it with force, shoving you inside and immediately hovering on top of you.

He made sure to lock the door before going back to you, sucking and licking on the conveniently exposed skin around your neck area adding more hickeys on the lonely one he had marked on you earlier.

It made you think that he actually planned all these.

Him insisting on picking up a dress for you, purposely choosing a body hugging one, with a wide opening by the neck so he could kiss you endlessly there.

You were annoyed at first. But the thrill was over powering inside you as he attacked your lips, not wasting anymore time and hastily shoving his tongue inside your warm cave.

Hey, maybe this would help him get his mind of things for a while.

You're doing great Y/N. This is what a good wife should be.

Thinking that you were about to have s*x inside a car,--parked on a public area where people might walk into anytime scared the hell out of you, but at the same time it excites you as well.

His breathy groans on your skin and your totally not on purpose moans got louder and louder by every movement, by every kisses and by every touch on your body.

If there are people there, right now.

They could have definitely hear you.

But who cares?

Especially now that you could already feel the wetness pooling on your center, and the ache you were feeling was getting more intense.

You want him.

He started to unbuckle his belt with difficulty and you couldn't take it anymore so you snaked you hands in between your bodies and helped Jungkook undid his pants pulling it down on him along with his boxers. You kicked the obstructive fabric off him finally letting his already erected member free from confinement.

Jungkook continued to kiss you passionately with a hint of hunger and lust, biting on your lower lip from time to time.

Eyes closed shut, and head pushed back when you felt his feather like touch trailed on your bare legs. Traveling upwards to your thigh, and towards your burning need.

Jungkook roughly pushed your dress up until your abdomen exposing your black silk panties.

"This," Jungkook hooked his fore finger on the wristband of your underwear, "has to be ripped off."

You puffed, about to protest but Jungkook wasn't asking for permission when he said that so without any second thoughts, he tear your panties in half and threw it somewhere in the car.

"That's my favorite!" You whined wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I'll buy you plenty of those baby," he said pecking on your lips before adding, "but before that..."

And you gasped, biting on the bridge between Jungkook's neck and shoulder as he slammed himself inside you. Stretching you without any warning sending a sharp pain throughout your whole body like lightning rushing inside your veins instead of blood cells.

...And you could have swore the people who just entered the parking lot heard you.

But your focus was immediately pushed back to Jungkook when he started to rammed himself into you, not even stopping for a second to let you adjust to him.

"F*ck!" He cursed breathing hard on the nook of your neck.

You could hear people's voices on the background but Jungkook didn't seemed to mind as he went even faster.

"Jungkook!" You hissed but he continued anyways, crushing his lips on yours so he could swallow your moans.

Wrapping your legs around his torso, Jungkook had a better angle, reaching your sweet spot immediately with every push, his movements went even more erratic causing your stomach to coil up due his repeated deep thrusts. The car was moving along with your motions reverberating creak-like sounds throughout the wide parking lot.

"Ughhh. Y/N," he groaned.

You could already feel yourself nearing the edge as you dug your nails on Jungkook's back and shut your eyes tight so you could focus on the building pressure on your stomach. Your walls finally tightened around him and he grunted in acknowledgement as you both erupted on pure bliss, calling each other's name weakly as you reached your highs together.

---

"I love you," he said looking straight into her hazel brown eyes.

His hands were on either side of her shoulders keeping her still and making sure she could catch his sincere eyes.

"Well I don't," she snapped, looking straight into Jimin's eyes, "I never did."

His eyebrows knitted as pain took over him.

She didn't slap him, she didn't punch him, she didn't hurt him physically but why did his whole body hurt so bad?

Especially the part near his left chest. The warmth spreading throughout the hotel room they were in didn't seemed to help since all he could feel was this coldness wrapped around him.

Jimin was shaking.

"Aimee--."

"I want Jungkook," she said bluntly, "I miss his cute sweet actions, the roses he gives every single day, the random back hugs. I---," she looked down as if realizing something, "I was so annoyed at him that time, he was so clingy and dependent, but I want those back again."

"He's already married Aimee."

"I don't care, I will break them apart."

"Sweetheart--."

"Don't call me that."

"What did I ever do to you?" Jimin asked, pain and sadness were reflecting on his already teary eyes.

"Just go away," she said looking away from his sparkling eyes.

He didn't know why exactly but he's willing to do everything to make this girl happy.

Maybe it's because he knew what she went through.

How she became someone eager for love and affection, or how she became so broken that she didn't give importance to Jungkook's pure love back then,--- but just focused on the feeling of being with someone.

How her parents taught her that love isn't real, or how all she just wanted was 'to have someone to talk to'.

Jungkook was busy mostly of work so she would go to Jimin instead, a man who's at the same age as her, a man who is-- as she would put it-- more matured than his current boyfriend.

She took everything out on the guy as if he's some kind of shock absorber, and Jimin would always be there for her, listening and comforting her, patting her back, wiping her tears, and whispering good words to her.

His beautiful pink lips that he'd occasionally bit whenever he tried to think of better words to comfort her seemed so soft that it made her curious. So when this one night came, when she was then again taking all her problems out on the guy. Talking non stop until her eyes were filled with tears that she didn't even noticed how Jimin gently wiped her cheeks and gradually closed the distance between their faces until his lips finally met hers.

She finally figured. She was correct.

His lips were definitely soft.

And she couldn't help but to respond back to him until they were both laying bed with him on top of her naked body, and soon after they were already heaving, catching their breaths after reaching their highs together.

It went on that way for several times.

And though they felt guilty. The attraction between the both of them were just too strong to put out that easily.

When Jungkook caught them, they didn't admit it to each other but both felt relieved that finally they didn't have to hide anymore.

They went overseas leaving everything behind to go to an adventure together.

But she suddenly had a change of heart.

Suddenly she wanted Jimin's best friend back again.

Maybe she grew tired of him because they were always together?

He didn't know anymore.

All he know was that he needed her.

And he could sense that she needed him too.

She just didn't know it now.

I could be clingy too, I could be what Jungkook was like before.

But I wouldn't, Jimin thought to himself.

He wanted to be love for who he is, and not just the image of someone that is not him.

So he took up all the courage he had and cupped Aimee's face with his warm hands. She looked mad at first, but her eyes soften a little bit --maybe--, when he slowly presses a soft kiss on her forehead.

He went back to stare at her eyes after that and said with that familiar comforting voice she grew accustomed with, "If that's what you really want," he paused then forced a smile on his angelic face.

"Then I'll go."

Aimee opened her mouth to spoke but she couldn't think of anything more to say.

A second went by and Jimin finally let go of Aimee and walked out of the door leaving her behind.

---

The smell of your sweet scented shampoo filled his nostrils as he inhaled, you were wrapped up around Jungkook's embrace while you both laid under bed sheets.

It has been silent for days since the party. Jungkook was planning on contacting Taehyung after a week to let both parties to cool down, but it turned out that their meeting had gone earlier than expected.

He groaned as he reached for his vibrating cell phone on the bed side table, arms still around your frame that his movement snapped you out of slumber and you had to whimper on complaint.

Jungkook didn't even looked at the caller ID when he answered.

"Hello?" He said annoyance on his voice was evident.

Who could have called him in the middle of the night?

"Jimin's gone missing," Taehyung's voice echoed on the other end.

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