Temptation [ Min Yoongi | ENG ]

T W E N T Y S I X

Yoongi stopped the car on a quiet street near the centre, got out of the car and grabbed our backpacks from the back seat. I closed the car door looking around me, I had never been to Maastricht and I was completely lost. He handed me my backpack and offered me his hand, interlacing our fingers, guiding me down the street.

He stopped in front of what initially looked like a bar, but when we got in and went through the lobby and entered one of the rooms, I was able to see a reception.

"Good evening" the receptionist greeted us.

"Good evening, I have a reservation in the name of Yoongi Min"

"Ah yes, sir. Min. The presidential suite is waiting for you." She continued to smile and my eyes widened. "I just need a photo ID of you and the lady."

I handed her my ID card a little confused, but tried to keep a pleasant smile on my lips, just as they did.

"Here it is, please sign here, mr. Min." She handed him a paper and one for me. "And you here, Miss. de Wit".

We signed the papers and received our ID cards back accompanied by two key cards for the door to our presidential suite.

Upon arriving at the room I breathed a sigh of relief because the suite was much simpler than the name suggested. A modern king size bed was in the middle of the room, facing French doors that opened onto the closet and bathroom area, where a modern but not too big bathtub was located. A door revealed the location of the sinks, the toilet and a shower.

"Do you like it?" He was watching me sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Wow, yes. The name 'presidential suite' scared me!"

"It's a pompous name, isn't it? I also didn't know what to expect, but I chose this place because it has a bar and restaurant on the ground floor and because it is close to the centre."

"It's great, you chose well". I smiled in his direction and gave him a light kiss on the lips, standing in front of him.

He had a stupid smile on his lips, seeming lost in thought.

"Why are you smiling?"

"Your name."

"What? What about my name?"

"Roos de Wit... it's almost 'white rose'. It's beautiful, it suits you." He looked me in the eye with a smile accompanying his compliment.

"And what does Yoongi Min mean?" I pouted.

"Min Yoongi, I'm not sure... Korean names have their meaning linked to the symbols used in Hangul and I grew up outside that culture... But I hope that it will allow me to live a good life." He seemed distracted and I sat next to him.

"What do you want to do now?" I asked and he smiled at me again, looking at my mouth while lightly biting his bottom lip.

"I think we have to stay here for a while. We can explore the surroundings later, when we go out to eat."

This time, when we had sex I felt his desire more than ever, almost a need.

I rested my head on the pillow and he lay down next, with his head on my shoulder. I like how he would take this position without fear, without caring if he was being subordinate to me. I caressed his still dark hair and thought about how the contrast of the black with his pale skin made him mysterious and sensual. I couldn't tell myself if I ever saw him with some hair color that didn't look good on him. We had this in common, to always change the color of our hair.