Temptation [ Min Yoongi | ENG ]

S E V E N T Y E I G H T

We had been to this restaurant before. It was a chic Chinese restaurant with small dishes, but with incredible flavors. It was the kind of a place where we get attention for not fitting in. Yoongi's gray hair caught the other patrons eye last time, this time the peach hair would be an attraction.

"Don't you want to take off your jacket too?" He asked me when we sat down to eat.

"No, its fabric is not very thick, so it's ok." I replied, but the biggest reason was that if I took off my jacket there I would probably have dinner with the rest of the restaurant looking at my boobs.

It was revealed that he was wearing a long gray cotton T-shirt under the winter camouflage print parka he was wearing when he picked me up at my place. His jeans were folded up to the middle of his shins, leaving his boots completely exposed. He was completely sexy in my eyes.

We ate while he told me about the album production in Seoul, we talked about the neighborhood he lived in and what it was like to live in a place so different from here.

"It's not that it's bad, but it is very different. There, I was surrounded by people all the time. I could only be alone inside my apartment or when I was hiking, but even so, I wasn't alone all the time."

"But was it a positive experience?"

"Yes, absolutely. I think it was an experience that I needed to have. I put a lot on perspective, I confirmed many assumptions." He spoke, leaving his gaze on mine, in silence. "What about the publishing house? What made you want to leave RTL?"

"Everything." I replied without shame. "There was no reason for me to stay there. The work on the news was stressful in itself, I lived in fear that Theo van der Beek would show up and something bad would happen, I didn't see any purpose in that and working on television was never my dream, it was just something that happened. I thought it was time to move on."

"And are you better now?"

"Yes, definitely. I don't know, in my head it makes more sense to sell my hours for a job that will help more women find their voices. As much as I'm not an author, my work is still precious within the creative process."

"It's a feminist publishing house, is that it?"

"Yes, but the catalog is more comprehensive. Although I will not deny that the feminist politics and feminist erotica books are my favorites."

"Feminist erotica?" He seemed to choke.

"Yes." I laughed at his reaction. "I'll lend you a book. I think you'll like it too." His eyes shone with curiosity.

We walked side by side to the cinema. It wasn't even a five minutes walk there and time seemed to pass even faster with the light atmosphere that enveloped us.

After some debate, we chose a drama and before entering the room where the film would be shown he went to the small cafeteria and returned with an iced coffee for him and tea for me.

It didn't take long in the dark and silence for him to reach for my hand. It was the first time he had touched me since he hugged me, two nights before. His hand was warm, in contrast to mine. I intertwined our fingers and noticed when he looked at his leg, where our hands rested, and smiled.

His eyes and nose were a little red when the lights in the room came on and I realized he had been crying. The film was not romantic, but extremely moving. I myself had fought a battle against the tears that formed during the film.

Yoongi offered me his hand again when we left the room and I readily accepted it. He took me to a corner near the glass walls that make up the building's facade. I still had my parka in my hands, seeing no need to wear two coats indoors.

He was watching me closely, but he chose to ask me about the film.

"It moved me a lot. I had to fight not to cry." I pointed it out.

"Me too." He laughed. "But I lost that battle."

"I can see it." I laughed, placing my index finger on the tip of his nose, still reddened.

He closed his eyes at my touch and I was encouraged to put my hand on his face, caressing his cheek gently with my thumb. My fingertips played with the short hair next to his ear. A simple, satisfied smile filled his lips.

He opened his eyes for a moment, using his hands to pull me around the waist from inside the jacket, towards him. His hands rested there and I let myself stay where he put me, feeling his heavy breath on his chest against my breasts.

He brushed his nose against mine and I felt his breath on my lips. I wanted to put an end to that expectation, but I let him take his time. I closed my eyes too and disconnected from what was around us. My whole body woke up and shivered when I felt his lips on mine and I didn't stop myself when my instinct was to reciprocate.

This time I had to fight a real battle against the emotion that was building inside me. Once again I felt that I would not be able to prevent myself from exploding. My desire to cry was growing by the second.

He pulled his lips away from mine to give us a chance to breathe and then ran his hands up my sides, discovering my exposed ribs. I felt his hands tighten as he moved slightly away from me, to look me in the eye. I offered him a smile.

His hands roamed my ribs and he rested them there, letting his thumbs lightly brush the lower side of my breasts. I sucked the air out of my mouth, surprised by his attitude and he offered me one of his smiles that was one of my favorites before he kissed me again.

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Hey! I'm back! I'm sorry I didn't update the story for about a month, but work and real life kept me away from wattpad.
Now I'm back and I think that nothing will get in the way of me finishing publishing this story.

I hope these new chapters (it's a double update, as usual, yay!) find you all safe and healthy!

Bye :*