A Beautiful Accident ✓

3.

Heejae felt her body buzz with excitement as she rushed to her home. Her hands shook around the steering wheel at the thought of meeting him. It had been almost two weeks since she last saw him.

What would he ask for today?

Her heart started beating faster just thinking about him.

Her and Yoongi's relationship didn't revolve around any kind of emotions. They just found each other extremely unbearable. Both of them were too strong headed. While Yoongi held a calm authority, Heejae was a raging fire. Anyhow, both of them were too strong personality wise.

But...

Their bodies craved each other. And that's exactly what this was. An arrangement based on purely baser needs until they had had their fill of each other.

Heejae's shaking was getting worse. Worse to the point she couldn't even open the lock of her from door. Stupid adrenaline!

That's when she felt his presence.

She gasped when she felt his warm, bigger body covering her back, taking the key out of her hand and opening the door himself.

"You are late," he said, pushing the woman frozen on her spot inside. Turning around, Yoongi closed the door before taking Heejae's hand. That made her snap and look up at the man.

It always surprised her, their height difference. People thought he wasn't that tall but when she stood beside him, her five foot figure looked even smaller. He intimidated her on a whole different level.

Hastily taking off his black cap and mask, Yoongi ran his hand through his blonde hair. His eyes looked over at her, took in the way her large eyes did the same thing he was doing. Undressing with eyes.

Yoongi smiled lazily, pulling Heejae closer with a gentle grip on her arms. "Hi," he said, trailing his hands over her arms and down her sides to settle on her waist.

Her body lit up in fire as she felt his touch on her skin. Trying to have a sense of control, she let her own hands caress his chest, going up to settle around his neck. "H-Hi," she stuttered and that's when he moved.

With a hand fisted in her hair, Yoongi pulled her head back, earning a soft gasp at the suddenness of his actions. Her reactions made him go crazy. She was always so open to him and took everything he gave, never asking for more. That was all he needed.

Heejae whimpered as his lips landed on her neck, leaving wet kisses. "Did you miss me?" he asked, grazing his teeth on her pulse. She could only moan in response and pull his face up to connect their lips in a hot, messy kiss.

They had missed each other immensely. No one wanted to admit with words however. So, they let their bodies take over. Their lips battled to get the upper hand, wanting to get as close as possible.

Heejae's now impatient hands worked on the buttons of his shirt as they continued to kiss each other in the foyer. The shirt was easy to discard and so was her own blouse.

She watched Yoongi's eyes dilating as he watched her pale breasts, covered in white lace heaving up and down. Pushing her against the wall, he left open mouthed kisses all over the newly bared skin, loving the way it turned red so quickly.

His nimble fingers quickly got rid of her bra, devouring her like a mad man. Moans of pleasure leaving her mouth were like music to his ears. It made him quickly pick her and move towards the bedroom. But they never made it to the bed. The sofa was much closer, if not convenient.

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Later that night, Yoongi watched Heejae sleep peacefully in her bed. He couldn't stop touching the woman who made him go so crazy with lust, he could barely think anything logical.

He often thought, what it was as he watched his pale fingers trace a beautiful tattoo on her collarbone. The tattoo continued to her shoulder that was different in colour than most of her body. Her skin was tanned in patches from all the hard work she did in any kind of weather.

Maybe, that was her allure. Her passion for her work and diligence towards her profession. In many ways she was so similar to him, except she was too loud and demanding. Too hot headed. That's the only thing that ticked him off. That's the only thing that prevented her from being his ideal type.

Sighing, he slowly left the security and warmth of Heejae's bed. He got dressed quickly, checking if he had everything he brought with him. With a last look at the sleeping beauty, he left.

He regretted leaving without a word everytime but it was the best way to avoid attachment from both sides. Only people who had feelings for each other left the bed with sweet kisses and whispered assurances. And they didn't have any feelings for each other. It was all about fulfilling their sexual needs.

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A/N:

Did you see this coming?

In my defense, I did warn this book is going to be different than the previous two in this series.

Anyho, Yoongi is here!!

I think I might change the schedule for this book, since I entered in an awards and also, I don't want to keep y'all waiting.

Thank you for reading!! 💗