𝘼𝙐𝙂𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝘿 |𝙈𝙔𝙂|

Forty- Eight: Chaos

~~SANGHEE'S POV~~ 

     "Yoongi!" I laugh heartily as he gently plants a series of kisses on my neck, gracefully gliding his hands up and down my side. 

"Stop trying to seduce me," I insist with a smirk, gently pushing him away. 

    He scoffs in amusement, "I don't even have to try, Sanghee. My presence alone seduces you." 

    I secretly smile at his comment, knowing he's right even if I refuse to admit it. I've become so smitten over Min Yoongi that he has become a danger to my very existence.  Even a few seconds apart feels like a painfully endless eternity. 

"Seriously, I have to work--" I try and protest, knowing I won't be able to hold myself back if he keeps acting like this. I refuse to kiss him in return, even though it's practically impossible. 

"Says who? What work? I can do it. I'll do it... later,"  he says, dismissing my comments. 

"Why are you acting so clingy today?" I demand, gently sucking on my bottom lip, realizing that was definitely not the right thing to say...

   He suddenly raises an eyebrow, his lips curving into a disapproving expression. He stares into my eyes, his own sparkling with curiosity. He inches closer and closer, causing me to back up inch by inch. 

"I'm sorry, sorry, sorry,  I didn't mean to say "clingy,"  it's just that--" I stammer, slightly intimated by his spontaneous romantic moods. At one moment he'll be fighting off thugs and covered in blood, then the next we'll be having a sentimental conversation, then BAM, he wants to throw me on the mattress.

"Sometimes," he chuckles, picking me up in one swift motion, "You don't know when to stop talking." 

   He swings me over his shoulder, my arms clawing the air,  "Where are you taking me?!" 

I try to control my stupid heartbeat which is already disproportioned and rapid, pounding vigorously in my chest. 

     I almost protest when he drops me onto the mattress, smiling devilishly at my nervous little figure as he leans down, towering over my body, "Now, give me a kiss." 

    Part of me enjoys teasing Yoongi, since he is so easily provoked... however, I'm also a little afraid of the possible consequences that might come my way if I decide to do so. For a moment I hesitate, finding myself drifting away into his dark eyes, searching for all the unsolved mysterious I've yet to discover. Min Yoong is like a drug; it's too late to ever turn back, I've already become far too addicted. The thought of life without him seems merely impossible. Isn't it crazy? How can moral enemies become lovers? How can lovers become enemies? 

    I can feel his warm breath crawling up my neck, tugging the very last string of restraint in my heart loose. I gently grab hold of his shirt, drawing him down closer until our lips are nearly brushing. I gently place my lips against his while placing one hand around the skin of his soft silky neck. He responds accordingly, gently cupping my jaw, his touch so delicate and serene. It's hard to believe someone so fierce and strong could be so gentle. 

    Apart from our other times of affection, this kiss is driven by purity and tenderness, a calm aura filling the air as opposed to the usual lovesick fever. It feels wonderful. 

    I gently pull my lips away, lingering for a short moment before allowing my eyes to flutter open. I gaze into Yoongi's glowing orbs, nearly melting under his embrace. 

    I suddenly open my mouth to speak, a silent whisper escaping my lips, 

"Yoongi, do you---"

"YOONGI!!!!" the door suddenly bursts open, causing both me and Yoongi to jolt upright, immediately breaking apart. Jimin looks far to flustered to even notice. He's panting like a dog and worst of all, Jangmi is scooped up in his arms, sweat pouring down her forehead. She's breathing heavily, and her eyes are brimming with thick salty tears. Jimin attempts to catch his breath, quickly clearing his throat.