JENNIE

"Oh…holy…fuck!" Jackson muttered as he smacked Lucas, who happened to be sitting next to him at their table, across the chest. "Dude, I'm in love. Look at that piece of ass!"

Knowing Jackson's types, I studiously ignored him while I handed the guys their beers. I glanced at Lisa from the corner of my eye the whole time. She was glancing at me from the corner of her too. She looked…resigned. I had worried about how Lisa would be towards me today, after our conversation this morning in the kitchen. But she had given me a ride to school like normal, picked me up like normal and driven me to work, all just like normal…if a little more quietly. I had told her it wasn't necessary, and she had given me the look. You know, the look that clearly says, 'don't be ridiculous, of course I'll still take you where you need to go…since we're friends and all'. Well, that's what the look had said to me anyway.

I was wondering what she was currently thinking about, when I noticed Jackson grin stupidly and sit up a little in his chair. I looked over at him curiously when suddenly hands covered my eyes.

"Guess who?"

I pulled down the hands and spun around. "Jisoo?" I pulled my sister in for a hug. "Oh my god! We were supposed to pick you up from the airport tomorrow. What are you doing here?"

She looked at me briefly then her eyes drifted over to Lisa, sitting casually at the table near her, watching us. "I couldn't wait…hopped an earlier flight."

Ignoring who her gaze was focused on, and Jackson's impatient cough (he obviously wanted an introduction), I stepped back to look at her. My crazy, impulsive sister – she looked exactly the same. We had nearly identical heart-shaped faces, with high cheek bones and our Mom's perky nose, but that was where the similarities stopped. She was tall, almost as tall as Taehyung actually, and she emphasized that with slinky, black high heels. She was voluptuous, where I was more…athletic, and she also emphasized that with an absurdly tight, red dress. Inwardly I sighed; she looked like she had just walked off a runway, not an airplane.

Her lips were perfectly full and painted a bright red, the same shade as her dress. Her eyes were a deep, constant green, where my hazel ones seemed to continually change color. Where my dark brown hair was wavy and unmanageable, hers, so dark brown in color it was almost black, was so luxuriously shiny, that it rippled like water when she moved. Currently, she had half of it effortlessly pulled up in a clip. The hair that loosely spilled around her shoulders was streaked with red as bright as her dress.

I picked up a strand of the bright red locks. Well, not everything about my sister was the same. "This is new. I like it." I smiled at her.

She shrugged, still gazing at Lisa, who was annoyingly gazing right back at her. "I dated a hairdresser…" she turned to look at me with a charming grin on her face, "…for like, an hour." I heard Jackson behind me groan indecently.

I sighed inwardly again. My sister was adventurous and provocative. She was everything I was not. She was the one that my parents could never seem to mention, without adding glowing adjectives like beautiful, gorgeous, and stunning. Although the end of their sentences usually involved the phrase, "What did she do now?" She was much too attractive and alluring, and now I had to introduce her to my equally attractive and alluring roommate.

"Guys, this is my sister-"

"Jisoo," she interrupted, holding her hand out to Lisa warmly. My sister was anything but shy.

"Lisa," she responded politely, shaking her hand for an annoyingly long time.

Jackson abruptly stood up and took her hand away from Lisa. Mentally, I actually thanked him. "Jackson…hey." My sister giggled attractively and said hello.

Lucas and Evan politely introduced themselves, while I felt a little stupid, realizing that she didn't need me here to make introductions for her. She was doing just fine on her own. Lisa watched me curiously as I blushed. Jisoo smiled, and said hello to Lucas and Evan, perfectly at ease with this group of good-looking guys that she'd just met.

Jackson grabbed a chair, forcefully taking it from a nearby customer, and plopped it down at the end of the table near him. He patted the seat and Jisoo smiled and thanked him. Then she scooted the chair to the other side of the table to sit beside Lisa. Lucas and Evan both chuckled quietly. Jackson and I scowled in exactly the same way, but my sister didn't notice. Her attention was all on Lisa as she moved the chair so that it touched her. She gracefully sat down, and smiling charmingly, leaned against her side. She irritatingly grinned back at her.

I hated this already. She had been here a whole of maybe ten minutes and I was already wishing she would leave. I felt a little guilty about that. I did love my sister. I just didn't want to see her all over Lisa. We may have ended our…flirtations, but, well…it bothered me. She had better honor her promise.

"Well, I've got to get back to work. I'll bring you a drink, Jisoo."

"Okay." She never looked back at me. "Oh, some guy named Sam put my jacket and bags in the backroom."

I sighed at what my sister could get men to do for her. "Okay, I'll call Taehyung. He can give you a ride home."

She looked back at me and winked. "I think I can manage." She looked back to Lisa. "So…you're a singer, huh?" She eyed her up and down. "What else can you do?" She laughed huskily while Lisa grinned again.

I hurriedly walked away. Like it or not, I was calling Taehyung, and he was giving her a ride to our house. I quickly phoned him and explained what had happened. He laughed at my sister's exuberance and said he could swing by in a couple hours. He had to finish up a project for Max first. I was pretty sure his "project" was something ridiculously not-important for late on a Friday evening. Filing or something.

My sister was invested in a conversation with Lisa when I came back with a vodka-cran, her preferred drink. They were chatting easily while Jackson tried to interject as much as possible. She looked over and thanked me for the drink, then immediately looked back at Lisa while I frowned. Lisa peered up at me from the corner of her eye. She seemed amused, that I was not amused.

Throughout my shift, I watched her flirt with Lisa. Lisa didn't seem to encourage her advances or make any advances of her own, but she didn't discourage her advances either. All the while they were talking, Jisoo would brush hair from Lisa's forehead, touch her shoulder, graze her arm against her leg. She was subtle, but also, not subtle. Lisa would say something amusing to her and she would laugh, tilting her head to the side. Then Jisoo seductively bite her lip and run a finger lightly along her low neckline, while continuing her throaty chuckle. Jackson was as irritated at that display as I was. I never thought I'd feel the same way about anything as Jackson.

When I came up a bit later to tell the band they were set to go on, Jisoo had her hand brazenly high on Lisa's inner thigh, and she seemed perfectly fine with that.

"Time's up, Lisa." The words came out harshly, and my sister looked at me oddly. I fixed my face into what I thought was a passable smile and explained to her. "They need to go onstage and play now." Lisa smiled at my forced tone, highly amused.

"Oh…great!" my sister beamed, and I wished Taehyung would hurry up and get here already.

As the D-Bags climbed up on stage, my sister forcefully made her way through the quickly swarming crowd to a place directly in front of Lisa's microphone. Lisa irritatingly smiled down at her while the guys got set up. I frowned, but couldn't watch anymore, as customers started demanding my attention. Where the heck was Taehyung?

Taehyung finally arrived at the bar, halfway through the guys set. Jisoo had been enjoying the show, a little too much for my taste, and Lisa had her bedroom eyes on her, and the half dozen women around her, for most of it. I was not in a good mood when Taehyung finally walked through the doors.

"Where have you been?" I snipped.

He looked at me oddly and ran a hand through his dark hair. "I told you I had to finish work first." He glanced over to where Jisoo was reaching up to Lisa, and Lisa was annoyingly reaching back towards her. "She seems to be enjoying herself anyway." He laughed once and smirked.

I closed my eyes and swallowed my irritation. Reopening them, I caught him watching me curiously. "Why don't you take her home now. Her stuff is in the backroom."

Still looking at me with a curious expression, he shrugged his shoulders and said, "Okay." He relaxed his expression then and slid his arms around my waist. "I missed you." His eyes sparkled as a warm smile crossed his face.

I relaxed and smiled back at him. "I missed you too." I kissed him softly. He pulled me tight and started to deepen the kiss, when I pulled away. "I'm sorry, we're really busy. Can you please take her home now? I'm sure she's tired after her trip." I shrugged lamely, as I stepped away from his embrace.

Taehyung looked back to the stage where Jisoo was jumping around with the girls around her, clamoring for the rock-god before them. "Yeah, she looks…wiped." He grinned back at me but I frowned in response. He sighed. "Okay. I'll put her stuff in the car, then drag her home."

I smiled and kissed him softly again. "Thank you."

He went to the back and got her things, then came back inside and attempted to fight his way through the thickening crowd. Once he got to her, I watched him place a hand on her shoulder. My sister looked over at him, and then smiling widely, flung herself into his arms. I couldn't help the chuckle that came out, at the look on Taehyung's face. He seemed a little unsure if it was okay to hug this beautiful woman (who was clinging to every part of him) back. I smiled at his faithfulness…which, of course, made me frown, as I glanced up to Lisa on the stage. She was watching Jisoo and Taehyung with an amused grin while she sang. Suddenly her eyes flicked up to mine, and I was trapped by her browns and alluring voice.

I was held in her gaze and unable to look away, when I suddenly felt a light hand on my shoulder. I startled and looked over at Taehyung. He'd apparently walked back from the stage in the time I had been entranced by Lisa.

"Sorry, she won't leave with me." He shrugged, like he wasn't too surprised by that.

"She what?" I took a couple of calming breaths, and hoped that Taehyung hadn't noticed what had held my attention for so long.

"She wants to listen to the rest of the set." He shrugged again. "Do you want me to stay? Give you guys a ride home?" He tucked a lock of hair that had fallen from my ponytail behind my ear.

I sighed, irritated and relieved. "Yeah…thank you." At least she wouldn't be riding home with Lisa.

Of course, I had forgotten how tenacious my sister could be when she wanted something…and apparently, she wanted Lisa. No big surprise there. I had been pretty sure that she would want her once she got around her. Lisa was kind of hard to resist. I sighed as I watched her slide casually into her car at the end of the night. Taehyung chuckled lightly as he watched Jisoo as well. I had been too busy finishing up work to stop her from leaving the bar with Lisa. They were just getting into Lisa's car when I finally walked out the door with Taehyung. What had they been doing for so long out here? Irritation flared in me again, as their car pulled out of the lot. Lisa better drive her straight home.

Fortunately for her…she did. Her Chevelle was in the driveway when we pulled up beside it. I quickly walked through the front door, finding them sitting on the couch together, bent over in conversation. What were they always talking about? They both looked over at me as I walked into the living room. Irritation flashed through me, yet again, at the sight of Jisoo's hand all the way up her thigh. Really, why couldn't she keep her hands to herself?

Taehyung walked in a moment later and slipped his arms around me.

"So…" Jisoo smiled alluringly at Lisa, "where am I sleeping tonight?"

Lisa half-smiled at her and started to reply, when I butted in. "You're sleeping with me, Jisoo." I looked over at Taehyung, while Jisoo frowned and Lisa stifled a laugh. "Do you mind sleeping on the couch?"

Taehyung twisted his lips unhappily. "The couch?" He looked at the ragged, lumpy couch even more unhappily. "Really?"

My eyes surely as cool as my voice, I said, "Well, if you prefer, you can sleep with Lisa." My tone indicated that that was his only other option. Jisoo was sleeping with me, where I could make sure she stayed there, all night long.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow at me, while Lisa laughed and said, "I'm just warning you now – I kick."

"Couch it is," Taehyung grumbled and went upstairs to get a blanket.

Jisoo brightened. "You know, I could sleep with-"

I grabbed her hand and pulled her off the couch. "Come on." I pulled her up the stairs with me, leaving an entirely too amused Lisa, watching me herd Jisoo away from her.

I didn't sleep a wink. My sister had gotten ready for bed after me, and as I couldn't exactly justify standing in the hallway, watching over her like some overprotective father keeping an eye on his daughter's virtue, I had to lie in bed and grit my teeth while I listened as carefully as I could. I swear at some point I had heard Lisa's laughter, and it took everything I had to not rush out there and drag her to bed, kicking and screaming.

Eventually, she entered the dark room and snuggled down on Taehyung's side, cheerily saying goodnight to me. I ignored it, feigning sleep. I'm not sure why. Needless to say, sleep was impossible. I was hyper aware of every movement she made. Was she twisting in her sleep, or was she shifting to get up and have a secret rendezvous with Lisa in her room while everyone slept? It drove me crazy all night long and I didn't know how I was going to get through another night of this. Maybe I'd make Lisa go to Lucas's after all.

But morning finally did come, and hearing Lisa's door open, since I was wide awake, I followed shortly after and joined her downstairs for coffee. I paused at the bottom step to glance at Taehyung lying on the couch. He was sound asleep, but he really didn't look very comfortable. I felt a twinge of guilt that I'd made him sleep there. Oh well, I could make it up to him later.

Lisa didn't seem surprised to see me, as I rounded the corner into the kitchen. She gave me a knowing smile as she looked over at me, pouring some fresh water into the coffee pot as she did. "Mornin', sleep okay?" The amusement in her question was all too clear to me.

"I slept fine." Yeah, right. "You?"

Starting the machine, she turned to lean back on the counter. "Like a baby."

I grit my teeth and forced a smiled as I sat at the table and waited for the coffee to brew.

"Your sister is…interesting," she said after a minute.

I frowned up at her but said nothing, wondering if she was going to elaborate on that. She didn't. I flushed deeply and she watched my reaction curiously. "Yes…she is." I didn't elaborate either.

The coffee finished brewing and she prepared our two cups. We sat and drank them in silence…and not a completely comfortable silence either. Well, she looked completely comfortable, and disastrously perfect, but I was agitated…and agitated at being agitated. I really needed to calm down.

After finishing my coffee, I was leaning against the archway, staring at Taehyung's sleeping form on the couch in a near trance. I came out of it when my sister came into the kitchen, wearing a Douchebags t-shirt…and nothing else. I mentally thanked fate that Lisa had disappeared back up to her room, shortly after finishing her coffee. She was entirely too attractive for just having woken up.

"Where did you get that?" I said, astonished. It had taken weeks for Lisa to…well, literally give me the one off of her back. Did Jisoo just bat her stupidly-long eyelashes at her, and she stripped for her too? I felt oddly betrayed by that.

"Jackson…after the show. He's got a box full of them in his van. Do you want one?" She smiled sweetly at me and I instantly felt guilty for thinking badly of her.

"No…I have one." One that still smelled amazingly like Lisa, so I never actually wore it – not that I was ever going to mention that to her. "You should put some more clothes on though. Taehyung will be awake soon." It really wasn't Taehyung that I was worried about staring at her in that all too alluring outfit.

"Oh, sorry, sure thing. So…is Lisa awake?" she asked, almost demurely.

I sighed. "Yes, I think she went back to her room."

"Oh." She smiled and looked up at the ceiling, to where her room was. "Did she mention me at all?"

I hated that I suddenly felt like I was playing matchmaker, but I told her the truth anyway. "Yeah, she said you were interesting."

She frowned slightly. "Hmmm…That's not exactly what I'm used to hearing. I suppose it could be worse though." She smiled and turned to head back upstairs. "I'll just have to step up my game plan." She winked and left the room.

I sat heavily at the table and sighed again. Was it Sunday yet?

Jisoo wanted to do a little shopping in the area while she was in town, so we borrowed Taehyung's car and she drove us to Bellevue Square (she was a much better stick shift driver than I was). We were walking through Macy's when she found this tiny black dress and decided to try it on for tonight. Of course, it looked amazing on her. It was a simple tank top dress, but it hugged every inch of her perfectly…and it was really, really short. I could never pull off an outfit like that. I'd feel too self conscious about the world seeing my underwear, to even try to pull off an outfit like that. My sister looked completely comfortable as she spun around in the dressing room though. She could have been wearing her favorite comfy sweats with how breezy she looked.

On our way to check out, we wandered through the cologne section. I stopped when I found the scent Taehyung liked to wear. Grabbing a tester, I inhaled it deeply - it immediately brought him to mind. My sister rolled her eyes, but smiled at me as she started grabbing a few and sniffing them.

"What cologne does Lisa wear?" she asked, as she sniffed bottle after bottle, a slight frown on her face.

I froze at the mention of her name. Why would she think I knew that? "I don't know…why?" I had actually wondered that myself.

She smiled widely as she looked over at me. "She smells amazing. Haven't you ever noticed that?"

I had. "No."

She snorted, which on her was oddly endearing. "Jennie, I know your gloriously content with Taehyung…" she gave me a dry look, "but for the sake of all womankind…when life throws yumminess in your lap," she smiled widely again and grabbed a bottle, inhaling it, "take a whiff." Putting the bottle back, she laughed and grinned devilishly, in a way that reminded me painfully of Lisa. "And if necessary…a lick or two."

I grimaced. If she only knew how much I had already done…of both.

We finished up our shopping trip with my sister finding the perfect pair of flirty high heels, and a delicate looking silver necklace. I sighed mentally. She was going to look amazing…she already did, just wearing jeans and a tight blouse. I didn't have the money to splurge on clothes right now, so I was going to dig through my closet for something decent to wear. It really didn't matter. I wouldn't be able to hold a candle next to her anyway. And I didn't have to, I reminded myself. Taehyung loved me and that was what mattered. Taehyung, not…

I didn't even let myself finish that thought.

We ate a light dinner and she gabbed about the various men she had been "seeing" since dumping Haein, quite harshly from the way she told the story. I felt momentarily bad for Haein. She had probably torn apart his heart and not even realized it. I felt oddly, and sympathetically, connected to him.

After our meal, we shopped a few more stores, my sister picking up a few more items, and then we made our way home to get ready for our…evening.

Jisoo quickly and easily slipped into her new outfit, hustling downstairs while I still rummaged around for something to wear. Taehyung offered suggestions, until I glared viciously at him. He stopped after that, shaking his head as he buttoned up his shirt. I watched him for a moment, a little annoyed at how easy it was to dress when you're a guy. His white shirt fit his body perfectly and he wore it un-tucked over his favorite faded blue jeans. He looked great. If I had been in a different mood, I would have stopped him from buttoning his shirt up and slipped it back off of him.

But I wasn't…I was irritated. Finally, I found something and half-heartedly slipped it on.

I came downstairs moments later, and stopped dead in my tracks on the bottom step. My sister and Lisa were sitting on the couch. Lisa was sitting on the very edge of the cushion, elbows on her knees, and my sister was straddled behind her, kneeling on the cushions, with her body pressed firmly against her. Jisoo's skimpy, black, tank top dress was so short, that her entire thigh was exposed, and she seemed to not care at all. Lisa either for that matter. Jisoo was playing with her hair while she idly watched TV. Irritation made me frown.

Jisoo looked over at me and smiled. "Hey…you look great!" I felt anything but great staring at her beauty, passable more likely. Lisa looked over as well and gave me a small, approving smile.

"You're beautiful," Taehyung purred into my ear, coming down the stairs behind me. He kissed my neck and I relaxed a bit. I was glad he liked the outfit that I'd had such a hard time picking. I knew I couldn't compete with my sister, so eventually, I had just decided to dress for comfort. I had picked out my chunky, black shoes, black low-rise jeans and a red, low-cut, slinky tank top number; clubs got hot pretty quickly. My hair was already pulled up in a low ponytail. I was ready for the heat I knew was coming.

"She's not going to do that to me, is she?" Taehyung asked, coming over to stand beside me, and staring at Jisoo and Lisa on the couch with a small frown on his face. I finally got past my irritation at how they were sitting and looked more closely at what they were doing. Jisoo wasn't just playing with her hair, she was styling it.

Taehyung and I walked into the living room. Taehyung took a seat in the chair and patting his lap, encouraged me to sit on top of him. After a quick glance at Lisa, I did. "What are you doing, Jisoo?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

She smiled brightly at me. "Doesn't she have the best fuck-me hair! Don't you just want to… " She grabbed a section on either side of her head and lightly tugged, making Lisa flinch, and then grin. "Uh!" she growled suggestively.

I blushed deeply, knowing exactly what she meant, and said absolutely nothing.

Jisoo went back to styling Lisa's hair, while Lisa smiled softly and looked down. "She's letting me clubify it. She's going to be the hottest thing in there." She looked over at Taehyung. "No offense or anything."

Taehyung laughed at her. "None taken, Jisoo."

"Oh," I said quietly, thinking Lisa's hair was fabulous before Jisoo got to it. But watching her work…she was oddly hotter. Jisoo was taking some of the longer pieces and shaping them with pomade, to define her shaggy mess into random, chunky, spike-like pieces around her head.

The effect was incredibly sexy and as Lisa watched me, watch her, I started blushing and had to look away. A flash of jealousy went through me that Jisoo was doing something so intimate for her, followed quickly by a flash of longing that I forcefully pushed aside.

"What do you think?" Lisa asked.

"Uhhh…looks great, man," Taehyung said, laughing a little.

"Oh, you just don't understand girls, Taehyung. They'll go nuts for this. Right, Jennie?" Jisoo said spunkily.

Lisa chuckled softly and I blushed even deeper. "Yeah, sure, Jisoo. She'll be-"

"Man-candy?" Lisa finished, highly amused, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Oohhh…I like that!" Jisoo exclaimed, slipping her arms around Lisa's neck, apparently finished. I bristled at her closeness to Lisa.

"Are we ready to go?" I spit out, a little too intently.

Lisa nodded and stood up, and I finally noticed what she was wearing. She was in head-to-toe black - black boots, black jeans and a fitted, black, short-sleeved, button-up shirt. Combined with her now impossibly sexy, spiky hair, I had to close my eyes and take a minute at her attractiveness.

Tonight was going to be…interesting.

We arrived at the club named Spanks that Jackson had recommended to Lisa. Knowing Jackson and his…tastes, I was really unsure about walking into this place. Lisa assured us that it was just a normal club with a weird name and the music was good. Of course, Lisa would find it only too amusing to convince us all to go to some SM club. Come to think of it, Jisoo would find that amusing too. In some ways, they were too perfectly matched. That thought saddened me a little.

The music was pleasantly loud, even from the outside. Taehyung grabbed my hand and grinning, helped me from his car. Lisa had driven her own car. Jisoo had, predictably, darted into her car before I could say anything. Lisa managed to find a spot a few spaces away from us and Lisa helped Jisoo get out of her car too. They walked over to Taehyung and me looking like super models.

My sister adjusted her ridiculously short dress and checked her slinky black high heels before giving me a quick hug. I couldn't help the jealousy that sprang through me at her beauty. Her lips were bright red again, her green eyes popping out gloriously from her expertly done mascara, and her shiny hair was curled into perfect, large rolls, that bounced effortlessly when she moved, the red streaks peaking out through the bottom layers enticingly. If Lisa's perfection could be somehow morphed into someone…it would be my sister. For a split-second, I couldn't help the thought that if she and Lisa had children, they would be breathtaking. That thought instantly irritated me.

Jisoo grabbed Lisa's hand and led her to the front door. Lisa smiled and put her arm around her shoulders. Taehyung put his arm around me as we followed them across the lot. I was grateful for that. I was suddenly very cold.

The burly man attending the rope to the packed club, took one look at Lisa and Jisoo approaching him, and instantly raised the rope for them. Well, of course. The super-hot people don't need to wait in line. Lisa paused at the rope and waited for Taehyung and me, the less-hot people, to make sure we got inside too.

Spanks really was just a cleverly weird name, to draw people in, or something. The inside was, thankfully, a typical generic club. Some couches here and there, long tables with bar stools, some mildly interesting art thrown on the walls, a long bar taking up the far wall across from the entrance, and slightly around a corner, the crowd of moving bodies on the dance floor - that was massive. The music was pleasantly deafening. I was glad for it, and for the confusing mass of bodies. I was ready to disappear.

Taehyung, Jisoo and I, found a free spot on one of the long tables while Lisa braved the four-person deep mob, waiting for drinks at the bar. She was back in record time though, and I couldn't help but notice the female bartender giving her disgustingly inappropriate looks. It irritated me, for some reason.

Lisa handed everyone a shot of…something. I sniffed it and immediately made a face. I snapped my eyes up to where she was grinning at me with an eyebrow raised. Tequila? She had actually brought us all tequila? She set down a container of limes and some salt while I looked at her incredulously. Everyone around me set up their shot, no one having a problem with Lisa's drink choice. I braced myself and prepared mine as well.

Lisa laughed softly, which thankfully got swallowed up in the noise, and no one else but me noticed. She dipped her finger in the tequila to wet the back of her hand, and the memory of her doing that on our first night together suddenly overcame me so fast, that I had to close my eyes and breathe deep.

"You okay?" Taehyung leaned over and said in my ear.

I opened my eyes and looked over at his concerned face. "Yeah…" I glared over at Lisa. "I'm just not a big fan of tequila."

Lisa smiled wider. "Really? You struck me as the type that would…love it."

My sister butted in, as Lisa laughed again and I frowned. "Well, I love it…cheers!"

Lisa raised an eyebrow and her glass, and toasting Jisoo, they did their shots together. They both laughed as they sucked on their limes. Taehyung raised his glass and I stubbornly raised mine, and toasting him, we did our shots together. Feeling a little snotty, I took Taehyung's lime…from his mouth, lingering for a long kiss.

While kissing a surprised, but willing, Taehyung, I heard my sister yell, "Wooo…there's my girl!"

Pulling back, I risked a glance at Lisa. She no longer looked amused. She clenched her jaw. Then half-grinning sexily, she looked over at Jisoo and extended a hand out to her. "Want to?" Lisa nodded over to the dance floor, and Jisoo eagerly nodded her head. They disappeared into the crowd, Lisa's hand on her lower back…her extreme lower back. Lisa glanced back at me once, an odd glint in her eye as they were swallowed by the throng.

I swallowed my ire and focused on my own date.

"They make a good couple," Taehyung said, also watching them leave.

I swallowed again and forcibly shoved all irritation aside, making myself relax completely for the first time in what felt like forever. Taehyung was looking at me adoringly, a big goofy grin on his beautiful face. He nodded over to the dance floor, and I eagerly nodded back.

Dancing was a loose term in a club this full. It was more like tightly-packed, rhythmic moving. Taehyung grabbed my hand, so we wouldn't get separated in the massive swarm, and then pulled us to a more central location. It was already getting warm and I was glad for my breezy outfit choice. I had no idea what the song playing was, and I didn't care. The beat was heavy, and drowned out every thought in my cramped head.

Taehyung grabbed my waist and we moved closely together. I laughed and threw my arms around his neck. Sometimes I forgot just how attractive Taehyung was. He had the first three buttons undone on his shirt and his skin showed through enticingly. His hair was perfectly piecey and fabulously styled, and I ran my fingers back through the short layers near his neck, making him smile.

The women around us sure hadn't missed him. As we had moved into place, they barely registered me, before turning to look at him with open interest on their faces. Taehyung took no notice of them, he never did. His eyes were purely for me. He leaned in close to kiss me softly, his warm eyes sparkling. I ran a finger along the wonderfully light hair following his jaw line and sighed happily, letting the music, and his body, carry away my troubles.

We never saw Lisa and Jisoo again. I made myself not wonder about where they'd taken off to in the club, and about how provocatively they must be grinding together. I made myself not think about them possibly having abandoned us here, to find a more intimate setting elsewhere. Eventually, I managed to block out everything in my head, and loud music, gyrating bodies, and thumping bass were all I cared about. That and having Taehyung close to me. My bliss lasted for what felt like hours.

The heat was building, as close to the center of the mob as we were. Taehyung made a drinking motion with his hand, since hearing someone in this noise was virtually impossible, indicating that he was ready for the next round. I playfully pushed him away and shook my head, not ready to give up my music-induced sanctuary. I kissed him swiftly and pointed to the ground, to let him know I would stay in this spot.

He fought his way back through the crowd, the women watching him as he passed. I sighed and shook my head as he rounded the corner to the bar. Yes, my man was beautiful, and completely unaware of it. I closed my eyes and focused on the music, happy and content. Mindless.

I froze when a strong, familiar hand came up behind me and floated up under my slinky shirt, to rest on my bare stomach. My eyes flashed open, but I didn't need to turn and look. I knew her touch only too well, instantly recognized the fire burning in my belly. In my happiness, I had almost forgotten Lisa was still here. Had she been watching? I was beyond shocked that she would make a move after we'd ended things, and with Taehyung and Jisoo here? She pulled me back into her hip and we moved together suggestively with the music. What had been fun and innocent with Taehyung, was now so much more intense. I felt naked.

The heat in the room seemed to double. I could feel a bead of sweat form between my shoulder blades and start to roll down the exposed skin of my low-cut back. Her free hand brushed aside a few strands of hair on my neck, that had fallen from where the rest was pulled back, sending electricity shooting through my spine. She bent down and slowly brushed the bead of sweat away with her tongue, following the salty trail up past my shoulder blades, to the back of my neck, biting the skin very, very softly. I inhaled sharply, my vision swam. Damn…

Apparently, since we had completely ended things, all innocent pretensions went out the window. Not good. I needed to stop this.

Against my will though, I closed my eyes again and melted into her. One of my hands rested on her hand over my stomach, the other wrapped around behind her, to rest on her hip. My breathing sped as I rested my head back against her chest. Her hand on my stomach moved down fractionally, her thumb resting on the button of my jeans. It was enough to make me gasp and I interlaced our fingers and clenched her hand. I wanted to run, I wanted to claw my way through the crowd and find Taehyung, return to my sanctuary, get away from the scorching sensation Lisa drove throughout my body. But that was in my mind. My body shivered, my hand on her hip ran down the front of her thigh, and my head…slowly turned around towards her.

Her other hand grabbed my chin, and roughly pulled my lips to her. I moaned, the sound lost in the driving music. Weeks of escalating flirting, tempting each other with our touching, our bodies, and our lips, but never caving to the wanton desire between us, had left me craving her more than I had realized. I couldn't press against her lips hard enough, my whole body burned with the need of it. I couldn't even think of stopping her now.

Her lips parted and her tongue touched the roof of my mouth. Fire erupted throughout my whole body. I lost even more of the fragile hold on my control. I spun in her hands, turning to face her, and pressed myself completely into her embrace, never breaking the connection of our lips, never opening my eyes. My heart racing even harder, I threw my hands up and knotted them in the back of her thick hair. Her hands ran up my bare back, under my shirt, and pulled me even closer. We were already both panting in-between the brief breaks in our lips.

The heat, the throbbing music, her strong hands, her fast breath, her scent, her taste, her soft lips and exploring tongue – all of it was driving me insane. One of her hands ran down my backside, and she grabbed my upper thigh, pulling my leg slightly up her hip. From that position, it was painfully obvious how much Lisa wanted me. I groaned, wanting her right that minute as well. My eyes opened and I pulled away from her lips, resting my head against her and panting softly. My hands automatically started unbuttoning her shirt, uncharacteristically not caring where we were. Her eyes burned, watching me intently.

Some of the women around us had noticed Lisa, and were watching her lasciviously. So far, no one seemed to care how intimate we had become, or were about to become. She closed her eyes and roughly exhaled when I was halfway done with her shirt. She gripped my body tight and crushed her lips back down to mine. We couldn't stay here like this for much longer. It was like I was a different person, being absorbed into her passion. I didn't know what to do, didn't know how to stop myself from making this far too graphic for such a public place. I wanted her to take me somewhere…anywhere.

I had two buttons left on her shirt, when she suddenly roughly pushed me away from her. Then she turned to melt into the crowd, her face breathless, but unreadable. I panted, confused, and attempted to catch my breath.

That was when I felt Taehyung grab my hand and pull me into him. I hadn't noticed his return. Did he see anything? Did I look different to him? I searched his eyes, but they only looked happy to see me. He must have written off the sweat and breathlessness to the dancing.

Then I did something that would later haunt me. I pressed into Taehyung, grabbing his face roughly in my hands and kissing him – hard. Excitement coursed through my body, as in my mind's eye, I pictured being with Lisa again. Taehyung reacted with surprise for half a second, then returned my kiss eagerly. Disgusted with myself, I could not stop kissing him, wanting him, needing him – knowing all too well, that while Taehyung was with me physically, that was not who I was ravishing. From somewhere in the club, I could feel eyes burning into me.

"Take me home," I moaned into his ear.

Much, much later, I sat up in bed, naked, and glanced over at Taehyung's sleeping form next to me. Guilt washed through me. If he ever knew what I had just done…who I had just mentally replaced him with… I tried to swallow, but my throat was too dry. Suddenly desperately thirsty, I grabbed the first piece of clothing I could find, and stood to put it on. Taehyung's button-up shirt was closest to my side of the bed. It smelled wonderfully of him as I slipped it on.

Wanting the clean, cold water from the fridge, I made my way to the stairs. I paused for only the slightest fraction of a second as I passed Lisa's door. A small part of me hoped she somehow hadn't just heard that. I couldn't imagine what she would think while listening to Taehyung and me. I hadn't exactly been quiet. Picturing Lisa in my head like that had made me lose all control. I frowned, not liking that thought at all.

I made my way into the kitchen, thinking about Lisa, about what had happened at the club, how intense it had gotten between us, how much I had wanted her, how much she had wanted me. Things were getting dangerous between us. I wasn't sure what to do.

I glanced out the window and stopped. Her car wasn't there. Lisa still wasn't home? I went back to the living room. Jisoo wasn't there? Oh god, they were still out together…alone. I instantly thought of half-dozen places, and positions, that they could be in. The thought made me feel ill, and then I felt guilty. I settled on angry. Whatever was going on between Lisa and I, she had promised – promised! – that she wouldn't sleep with Jisoo.

No longer thirsty, I turned around and went back to bed.