Capítulo 10: CHAPTER 10
You follow him out the store, biting your lip. Your mind was spinning in circles, confused by Yoongi's sweet yet indecisive nature.
He entangles your arm in his. "Stay close to me. I don't want you getting lost."
You glance around, seeing some of Yoongi's security hanging around. They weren't too close, but close enough to allow Yoongi to feel free and be himself.
Going into an apparel shop, Yoongi beelines into the women's section, slipping you out of his arm. Giving you a slight nudge, the rapper urges you to search. "Let's find you an outfit for the concert."
You look at this man with questioning eyes. "Uh…why?"
"Why?" Yoongi gawks. "It's D-Day, girl. What do you think?" He spins you back to the clothing rack, sifting through the dresses. "My girl has to look the best all week!"
"Oh," You laugh sarcastically. "So, now it's 'my girl'?"
Yoongi immediately catches on to where this conversation was heading, sheepishly moving to the other side of the rack. "…of course."
You shake your head, humoring the star by looking through the dresses. "Yeah, okay. You must think I have money to pay for these clothes." Grimacing, you raise a price tag to your face. "I can't even pay for one of these."
"Who said you were paying?"
You peer over the rack at Yoongi, waiting for him to laugh in your face and say 'just kidding!'. But he was serious. "Get at least six dresses."
"S-Six?!" You stammer. "That's too many for my liking. Besides, I dont have money like that—"
Coming to your face, the rapper squints at you emphasizing, "…who said that you were paying?"
You shrug. "I don't know…" Sheepishly you look away. "It's a lot of money to consider. I couldn't possibly…"
"Look," Yoongi picks out a nice dress that he's seen next to you. "This would definitely look nice on you."
"I-I don't think I really look nice in dresses, but I'll take your word for it."
Yoongi piles a few more into your arms, forcing you to hold them like a clothing baby.
"Let's have you try them on."
"I hope they can fit…" You grumble. "I think these are too small."
"No worries, I'll carry a bigger size. Uh—how big are you exactly?"
Flustered, you glance away. "…I'd rather not say."
Yoongi grins at you. "What's wrong? Embarrassed?"
"My weight is none of your business." You say as you march your way to the fitting room.
Yoongi eventually catches up, but ends up waiting outside your door. He knocks after a minute, asking if you're okay.
"I'm fine, I'm just—" You suck your teeth. "I knew this dress was too small!"
"Really?" Yoongi gapes. "I coulda sworn it'd fit. You impress me."
You inch the door open, glaring at the star. "Impress you?"
"You look smaller than you think, (YN)." Yoongi folds his arms. "That's a compliment even if the outfit you choose doesn't fit you."
"I…I guess." Sullened, you take off the dress to try on the next one.
Yoongi takes the dress from you before shutting the door.
Trying the next few dresses left you devastated. "None of them fit…"
"Here, don't forget I brought you a bigger size."
You stretch your arm out the door, taking the outfits from Yoongi.
"Don't forget that your frame is naturally smaller than mine, Yoongi."
Furrowing his eyebrow, he asks, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"What I'm saying is, you're probably used to seeing other Korean girls petite and small, and so measuring with your eyes, you'd assume that I can fit the same size. But I'm a lot bigger and heavier than you think."
Silence follows, leaving you wrestling to zip up your dress from the back. You became aggravated. "I can't zip it up!"
"Let me in."
Hearing Yoongi's change in tone made you curious.
What's up with him? You thought.
Opening the door, Yoongi comes in and shuts it behind him. You take a few steps back, already regretting this decision.
"Turn around."
You turn around and face the wall.
Yoongi places his hands around your waistline. You tense up as he slipped them towards your back.
"Stand up straight."
Straightening your back, your breathing lightens.
Yoongi pinches the tape of the dress together, easing the zipper upwards. It tugs a few times but eventually zips past your upper back.
Relieved, you breathed out a little, slouching.
Turning you around, Yoongi steps behind you and fixes the shoulders, smiling at you through the mirror on the door.
The fit was a tad bit tight.
You blush, nonetheless, puzzled by how flattering the dress looks on you.
Leaning into your ear, he whispers, "You look amazing."
"Do you really think so?"
He nods.
You fight your smile that's seeping through your lips. "Thank you."
"Wanna try on the next dress? They're also a bigger size."
"Yeah, where is it?"
"I left them on the bench outside. Let me get them." Stepping out, Yoongi grabs the rest of the dresses and returns, locking the door.
You were waiting for Yoongi to unzip the dress since you couldn't do it yourself.
Yoongi catches on and steps behind you, carefully unzipping the dress.
You close your eyes exhaling because Yoongi's touch was stimulating you. However, you didn't want to make it obvious. You bite your lower lip, trying to focus your thoughts somewhere else.
Yoongi then lifts the front of your dress, slipping his hand into your panties.
You gasp, immediately grabbing onto the rapper's arm. You glare at him through the mirror. "Don't you dare."
"…I'm sorry," Yoongi mumbles, rubbing your sensitive button in a circular motion. "I can't help myself."
Your face contorts as your hands struggle to shake off Yoongi's grip. "Yoongi!" You hiss. "We're in public!"
"…this makes it more exciting." Sneaking his other hand into the top of the dress, he gropes you.
He earns a quiet moan from you.
"Look at me." Yoongi demanded.
"I-I can't." You stutter. "N-Not in this dress! I didn't even buy it yet!"
"Look at me through the mirror." Yoongi squeezes your breast tighter.
Air escapes you as you look into his eyes through the crystal clear mirror before you. His eyes were focused and lustful, turning you on even more.
"Yoongi, s-stop."
"You don't like it?"
Still looking through the mirror, your eyes wander to his hand that's in your underwear. Your legs start to tremble.
Yoongi took it as an opportunity to nibble on your ear and kiss you tenderly down your neck.
Your right hand maneuvered over your shoulder, caressing his cheek. You began to pant, knowing at any moment, you were going to climax.
A louder moan escapes you but you catch yourself.
A passerby from the other side heard your sharp cry. "Are you okay in there?"
You slap your hand over your mouth. Yoongi rubbed you at a more receptive angle and snickered, knowing he was sabotaging you.
"Yes!" You inhale sharply. "I accidentally pinched myself!"
"…okay?" The passerby furrowed an eyebrow, taking their leave.
Once they are gone, Yoongi locks eyes with you through the mirror again, and starts tapping your g-spot.
Your legs weakened, forcing you onto your knees. Yoongi follows after you, agitating it further.
In a low growl he says, "Come for me."
His warm breath filled your ears like a hypnotic chant.
You tried to force Yoongi's hand out of your panties but to no avail. He's succeeded.
You moaned quietly for a moment with Yoongi stifling your cries with his free hand.
You grip his arm firmly.
Yoongi turns you around and settles you in his arms. Kissing you on the forehead, his lips then met yours. "Good girl."
You punched his shoulder wearily. "…I hate you."
"…I know."
"You made me do that…in a dress I didn't even buy."
"You look really sexy in it too. I'll buy it for you."
You exhale.
Yoongi scratches under your chin gently. "I'll buy the others that are the same size too. In the meantime…" The rockstar takes his tainted finger, licking your sweet nectar off of them. "Thank you for the treat."
Feeling drained, you climbed Yoongi, getting on your two feet.
"I'm wet now." You frown.
"Want me to clean it off for you?"
"You might as well."
"Sit down." Yoongi points to the bench. "And spread 'em."
You frown at Yoongi's tasteless joke and scoff. "Yoongi, get out of my way."
You storm past the man, opening the door.
"You're not going to take off the dress?"
"I might as well buy it for myself. You wiped your saliva on it."
"I'll buy it for you."
You ignore Yoongi, taking your clothes and a few other dresses you've accumulated. Placing the store items on the rack, you exit the fitting room with your clothes in hand.
Yoongi follows suit, trying to keep up with you.
Each step you take, you feel your kitten's lips slip and slide like jelly. You couldn't feel any more uncomfortable.
Yoongi notices your awkward movements, prompting you to let him lead.
You didn't understand why Yoongi continually insists on getting on your nerves.
Arriving at the line, he takes the clothes from you and sets them on the counter. "I'm also paying for the dress that's on her."
The cashier raises an eyebrow at you. "I had wardrobe difficulties with my clothes…I needed to wear something fast. Sorry."
"Um…do you have the tag?"
Yoongi turns you around and breaks the tag off, giving it to the lady.
After she scans all of the items, she hands you the bag.
"Wait—" Yoongi runs off the line, disappearing for a minute. He returns with a few other dresses. "We can't leave without these!"
"Yoongi!" Your eyes lit up. "I told you it's fine. I don't need any more dresses!"
Yoongi locks eye contact with the cashier. "Please ring these up."
The cashier obliged, glancing over at you and looking away. She smiles. "What a sweet boyfriend you have."
Baffled, your lips part. "That's not my boyfriend."
Embarrassed, the lady covers her mouth for a brief second. "Oops! Sorry!"
Yoongi was visibly displeased by your comment, to which you couldn't care less. Grabbing the bag from the counter, you make your exit.
"Thank you ma'am…" Yoongi says softly, bowing his head. He jogs to catch up with you.
When the door closes behind you and you are finally back on the streets of Manhattan, the rapper takes your wrist. "Did you really have to say that back there?"
"What were you expecting me to say?" You snap.
Receiving a nonverbal response from the man, you snatch your hand from his grasp. "I don't need anyone making any implications of us being together if you don't intend on actually being in a committed relationship."
Yoongi couldn't refute your comment.
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