You regained consciousness two days later. You had been well-looked after. When you cracked open your eyes, it was Yoongi who sat on the edge of your bed and lifted a straw to your lips. You drank the water greedily. He began explaining what had happened as you laid back, groaning. Your ribs were horridly sore, and you had a feeling there were some nice, ugly bruises under your bandages.
Apparently, you'd made it through the barricade. But had been chased for five more miles, through the suburbs. Thanks to JHope and Dae's combined efforts, they were able to lose most of the SUV's, save one. The Charger spun out and crashed into a building, but the SUV had gone into the river, killing everyone inside. Dae had pulled you and JHope out, and the two of you were knocked out. So he went through your phone and called the first number on your history he didn't recognize: Suga's.
"Thanks, Suga," you said, voice hoarse with disuse. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you." You sat up and rubbed your eyes, offering him a tired smile. "I missed you."
Yoongi's hand closed around the thin column of your throat as he leaned forward and captured your mouth. His tongue parted your lips, kissing you hard. Claiming you. Owning you. Your eyes closed and your fingers buried themselves in his hair, a little moan escaping you. The Boss couldn't control himself. He was so worried about you when he got that fucking call. He'd left right in the middle of an important meeting with one of Hansu's Bosses, rushed to your side, thrown you and Hobi into his car, and driven you straight here. He hadn't left your side.
"I need you, Kitten," he said against your lips, hand tightening around your throat. You panted against his mouth as Yoongi slid down beside you, free hand gripping your hip and turning you onto your side. His slender fingers trailed down over your bare thigh, gripped your knee and lifted your leg. You could feel his cock straining against his pants, pressing against the curve of your ass. But Suga was never one to rush. The hand around the front of your throat tightened, pulling your head back against his shoulder. Suga dipped his chin, pressing his lips to the curve of your neck. He bit down, sending a wave of pain radiating out.
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But his other hand had slipped between your legs, over your panties, fingertips trailing, teasing as they lightly glided up your slit, over your clit, and back down again. You shivered against him, back arched and head swimming as he choked you. He sucked on your neck, marking you as his, for all to see. Mine. His only thought as he slid your panties aside and slipped two fingers inside of you. The way you jerked against him pressed your ass into his cock and he groaned into the curve of your throat, breathing hard. His tongue licked a long stripe up your neck, making you moan, lightheaded.
