Bab 6: CHAPTER 6
Drying your hair, you covered your mouth with a portion of your towel. You have finally made it to the hotel where you and Yoongi have separate rooms. The manager was adamant on the two of you taking a break until things settle down.
It sucks, but you knew it was for the best. You didn't want anything bad to happen to Yoongi because of you.
Moisturizing your hair, you parted it into two sections, making them into two low puffs. You then tied your hair with your satin scarf, exhaling.
You hate feeling wet when half of your body is already dry.
Going to your room, you dry yourself completely, putting on pajama shorts and a slightly baggy t-shirt. You shimmy over to the mirror, pulling the back of your top over your butt to see if it's still jiggles.
A song suddenly came to mind. "Jiggle, wiggle, wiggle…"
"That fine specimen does jiggle, indeed."
Jumping, you turn around and scream.
There Yoongi was, bursting into laughter. You scowl at him, perplexed by his sneakiness. "H-How did you get in here?!"
"Mr. Yun is a little drunk." Inching towards you, he continues. "We were enjoying some soju with the band and I may have given him just a bit too much."
"Don't make it a habit, Yoongi." You sigh.
"Or what?" He hisses, pushing you against the wall.
You exhale sharply, trying to control your sudden impulse. Calmly you press the palm of your hand against Yoongi's chest. "Not tonight."
Yoongi pouts. "What do you mean no? Are you really telling me no?"
You became flustered. He was using that low octave in his voice as he drew his lips close to yours.
You took a quick glance at them. So beautiful and pink…and soft.
You breathed in slowly.
Yoongi slips his thumb into the side of your shorts, playfully pulling them. He chuckles, knowing how paranoid you were feeling.
"Yoongi, aren't you scared of the paparazzi?"
"Who isn't?" Yoongi nibbles your ear. Gasping he whispers, "Oh wait, I am."
"So then, why?"
"I love the adrenaline…" He growls, pulling down your shorts.
You step out of them, pulling away to the light switch. Yoongi trails behind you with wanting eyes. You switch off the light, allowing Yoongi to not only rip his, but your top off.
"…you really want to do this?" You mumble.
"I want you."
The rapper tries to lift you, nearly toppling over.
You both laugh. "Too heavy for you?" You grin.
"I like challenges." Gripping you below your cheeks, Yoongi lifts you into his arms, encouraging you to wrap your legs around him. He carries you to your soft bed, dropping you. He climbs on top of you and kisses you tenderly.
Here we go again… You thought dreamily.
This was super risky. And the fact that Yoongi was willing to risk it all turned you on a lot. You care about his career, and would never allow anything to jeopardize that. But he was very dominating. Dominating when he wants to be.
You close your eyes, soaking in Yoongni's affection. There was no way you were escaping this time around.
Between kisses you giggled. "What about Mr. Yun?"
Hushing you, Yoongi places his finger on your lips. "It's our biggest secret."
Your eyes lit up. Nodding you drag Yoongi down by his neck, biting his lower lip.
Yoongi gropes you, tasting your neck.
"Yoongi…" You whisper.
The dominating man peels his pants and boxers off, inserting himself into you.
Air escapes you as he continues. You cling to his back, moaning his name.
With ease, he flips you on top of him, motioning for you to ride him. You gladly obey, doing your best to allow him to feel as much as you felt.
Yoongi moaned, trying to control his tone. "Getting aggressive, are we?" He thrusts harder.
Your head snaps back, inhaling sharply. The more Yoongi moaned, the more you were losing touch with reality. "(Y/N)…" He panted softly.
Quickly you pull yourself forward to see his face. "Am I hurting you?"
With laboring breaths Yoongi shook his head. "No, you're good…" Blushing, he adds, "…too good, actually." He takes your hand, squeezing it. "You're wonderful."
You sat on him while he was still inside you. Your lips flattened. An overwhelming feeling began to bubble. "Am I really?"
Yoongi catches onto your change in demeanor. Sitting up, he wraps his arms around your waist. "What's wrong?"
"I don't wanna kill the mood." You say looking away. You tried to remove yourself from Yoongi's embrace, but he held tighter.
"Tell me."
You couldn't say what was on your mind. You were fearful that Yoongi would get upset at you for even thinking of the impossible.
"Trust me…I'm going to kill the mood." You sigh. "…I already did." You manage to slip away to the end of the bed.
Yoongi sat up confused. "Did I say something wrong?"
"No, Yoongi. You didn't do anything to me. It's me that's doing something wrong to myself."
Yoongi tilts his head. "I'm not understanding."
Standing up, you face him. "What are we?"
Yoongi froze.
You knew this would happen.
Grabbing your top and your shorts, you hastily put them back on.
Yoongi rubs the back of his head. He had no clue what to say, and that bothered you tremendously.
"Shit." You blurted. Covering your eyes, you tried to stop the tears. But you just couldn't. "What am I saying?"
Yoongi thought he heard you crying. "(Y/N)?" He gets out of bed, coming towards you.
Opening the door, you stormed out, locking yourself in the bathroom.
Yoongi follows you only up to the door as you slam it shut. "(Y/N)?"
Hunching over the sink, you force yourself to gather composure. Looking up at the mirror you felt second hand embarrassment from how red your eyes were. "I look so stupid right now." You laugh.
Opening the faucet, you splash cold water on your face to numb the pain. After a moment, you glance at yourself to see how refreshed your gaze was.
You looked like a girl who just went through a terrible breakup. "…why am I here?"
Yoongi knocks at the door. "(Y/N), please, let me in."
You open the door, avoiding eye contact with the star. You force a smile on your face with a half-assed chuckle. "Forget I asked anything, Yoongi. This is your week. Let's make this your best one."
Yoongi was still speechless.
It was evident that tonight wasn't going to get any better.
Walking past him you made a suggestion. "Maybe we can watch a movie, or something."
"(Y/N)."
Ignoring him, you go back to your room. You searched for the remote which was sitting on the dresser where the television was. You turn it on, surfing the channels for a good watch.
"(Y/N)." Yoongi repeated sternly.
But you still didn't acknowledge him. "Would you prefer something romantic? Actually, scratch that—some action films would suffice—"
Annoyed, Yoongi snatches your hand that's holding the remote.
You eye him angrily.
"Don't ignore me."
Searching his crimson eyes, you drowned in their beauty. But you resisted falling victim to them.
Yoongi calms down. "I know what you want. Give me until after my tour, please."
"That's all you have to say."
Yoongi did a double take at that response.
You scoff. "Okay." You yank your hand from his grip, laying in your bed. "Come and lay, oppa."
Yoongi wasn't sure if you were serious or seriously going to kill him in his sleep. He knew that he couldn't let things end this way. But he didn't know what to say at all.
For the rest of the night, you remained quiet.
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