JISOO
"Congratulations, your group name has been in headlines since the ceremony ended." The makeup artist appointed to me said, drawing my eyebrows.
"Thank you," I answered, looking away from him. My eyes were on the mirror, staring at my reflection. Yong let out a low laugh, his left hand sliding from my chest to the space between my thighs and I gulped nervously as his hand went down and squeezed the swell of my cock, a sharp hiss slipping past my lips.
"I expected more words than that, Jisoo." He leaned forward, his warm breath brushing my ear. I bit my lips, my hands clenched tightly on the armrest.
My eyes went to the door reflected in the mirror as I prayed for someone to barge into the room, but no one did. Minjae was in the other room checking out the outfit for the shoot.
Yong was assigned to me because his father was the main sponsor for our shoot, and our upcoming album. I didn't expect him to be this shameless…
