열아홉 :: scintilla ❗

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A/N: This chapter contains smut. If you're uncomfortable with such contents, then you may skip this part. (I really suck at writing smut so please bear with me).

Present

Yoongi continued to stare at Byeol, who was still glued on the ground. He wondered why couldn't she answer his question and when he realized that he would receive no answer, he sighed before giving her a small smile.

Then, he slowly attempted to walk past her when he felt her hand latching on his wrist. He looked back at her to speak when he was caught off-guard when she suddenly pushed him against the front door of their house.

He widened his eyes when her lips begam attacking his neck with kisses and bites, making him let out deep breaths as he placed his arms on his wife's arms in attempt to push her away gently.

Byeol understood the confusion of Yoongi so she spoke against his skin. "Don't, Yoongi. I'm not drunk, only tipsy. I need you right now."

Yoongi let out another deep breath and he relaxed under her touch. His hands slowly trailed down from her arms to her waist and embraced her as she continued to paint lovebites all over his neck.

As her kisses became even deeper, Yoongi closed his eyes and leaned against the door, completely surrending to her delicate touches as his grip around her waist tightened.

Once she was satisfied with her work, Byeol kissed Yoongi deeply, her tongue instantly pushing in to fight with his. Just when she thought that she would be in control of the situation, he growled against the kiss then shifted their positions.

Byeol's back hit the door with a loud thud, making her gasp against the kiss and tighten her clutch on Yoongi's shirt. He tilted his head in order to gain more access on her mouth. The girl frees her grasp against his shirt and tangled her fingers on his hair, pulling him closer.

A tear escaped from her eye and she mentally cursed herself since Yoongi noticed, making him pull away but not completely for he placed his forehead against hers.

"Are you crying?" He whispered.

"N-No, it's just hot and I'm sweating," she smoothly lied.

Before he could respond, she crashed her lips against his again to cut him off and pulled on his hair again. Yoongi's eyes darkened so he effortlessly lifted Byeol up. She yelped but instantly encircled her legs around his waist.

Once Yoongi reached their bedroom by kicking the door open, causing it to bang against the wall but neither of them gave heed about it. He gently placed Byeol on the bed, positioning himself on top of her but not putting too much weight on her.

His lips left hers as he began to imprint his own purple lovebites on her fair skin. Byeol willingly arched her neck to give more access to the man. She bit her lip to prevent any noise from coming out of her lips when he bit a sensitive part of her neck.

Yoongi pulled away slightly to look at her in the eyes. "Don't hold it in, Byeol. I want to hear you," he whispered gently while he brushed away the strands of hair that were on her face.

She nodded with a small smile on her lips. He kissed her before his kisses trailed down from the corner of her lips to her jawline, then to her neck and collarbone next. His kisses trailed lower until his breath was hitting against her clothed core.

Byeol's breath hitched as Yoongi slowly slipped her shorts from her, leaving her only in her underwear. She watched him as he lowered his face to kiss the insides of her thighs. Then, ever so slowly and gently, he removed her underwear and the cold instantly hit her core but was soon replaced with warmth when Yoongi immediately slipped his tongue inside her.

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