⤷ tavern

@♢ sung ziyoung ˡᵃᵈʸ′ˢ ᵐᵃᶦᵈ After causing a scene at his brother’s wedding, the horror on the attendee’s face, along with the hatred from his family’s, called for a well-earned drink. It wasn’t every day that revenge felt so satisfying. The Hydro air felt crisp and fresh, something different from the air in the Pyrolith Kingdom which was more akin to charred wood. Jaehyun decided he didn’t hate it, but it could’ve been due to the alcohol he guzzled just moments before and the mediocre woman eying him from across the tavern. All it took was a twirl of her hair and nod towards the back exit for him to make his way through the musty crowd. It wasn’t long before her fingers were in his hair and his hand was up her dress, her moans muffled by his swollen lips.

“How is a lady as fine as yourself out alone like this? Let me take you home?” He whispered, breath hot against her chilled skin. But it was too late, the woman had already discarded her , tossed somewhere amongst the hoard of trash littered on the ground. He could feel the hunger brewing in her eyes and there was no protest from him. He was getting what he wanted despite the distasteful setting. He lifted her leg up and pressed into her. However, just as he was about to undo his pants, he heard a voice from behind him, breaking the pair out of their heated trance.