Unhinged (M.YG x reader)

- 22 -

The sound of your ragged breaths mingling with each other was only rivalled by the buzzing sound of the neon lights.

Your fingers were clinging onto a patch of fabric from his shirt, and his hands were loosely holding your shoulders. Your eyes were closed and you were both absorbing the situation, the suffocating atmosphere, the intoxicating scent of the other that you knew all too well.

You were the light that was too bright in his cold dark world and he was the incarnation of everything wrong in the world that you wished did not exist, and when together like this you were like a bomb waiting to explode yet neither of you was willing to move. Was it out of fear that it would explode or because you were fated to crash and burn together?

It is with a shaky breath that Yoongi made the first move and slowly pushed your shoulders back to put some distance between the both of you, before he would lose all sanity and just claim you here and there again, which he definitely wanted. He knew he should have just left and pretended not to have seen you, but he thought he should at least apologize. And yet less than a minute in a room with you and he couldn't help himself but claim your lips as if they were a flotation device meant to prevent him from drowning. But he was drowning in you. Again.

And it was quite the same with you. You had imagined what it would be like to see him again, to be in the same space as him, and you thought that you would have been able to confidently hold yourself together in front of him, to show him how he had not mattered in your life, how you were doing plenty fine on your own. But all those thoughts were gone the moment you saw him earlier. You were back to being sucked into the black hole that Min Yoongi was. And when he invaded your space like this, it was like he was both the catalyst and the inevitable result at the end of the chemical reaction your bodies produced; the needed ingredient.

Was he insane? Totally. But you were not much better as you did miss that insane man. You missed how incredibly beautiful, how sexy, how needed he made you feel. You missed all the emotions he could get you to feel and all the physical pleasures he could give you, because no one else had before, or after him, made you feel the way he did. He knew every inch of you as if he had moulded you, and you missed how effortless it was with him despite how insanely complicated your whole relationship had been.

You had been scared to see him, but now you were equally scared for him to disappear again completely. It had been your will, your decision to regain some control over your life, but you had never anticipated that he would completely vanish and you would feel incredibly alone after. That nothing nor no one could quite fit the way he did and had just proven by taking your literal breath away in that hot kiss. You realized that you wanted to fall into the black hole like Alice in Wonderland, to be a part of a crazy fairytale that made no sense whatsoever and yet felt so incredibly exciting. You were feeling cold as he was slowly peeling himself from you and you were hating every millisecond of his warmth dissipating.

Yoongi had simply wanted to talk to you and was trying to take back control over his emotions and actions, his eyes still closed as he was pushing himself away. They burst open as if about to fall out of their sockets when you pulled yourself back to him, grabbing his neck and forcing him to connect lips with you again. He had imagined countless scenarios of seeing you again, but even in his wildest ones you would never have done such a thing, and even less what was about to come after.

"Yoon..gi.." you hummed between sloppy kisses that he was just as sloppily returning still trying to make heads or tails of this. Your hands were travelling all over his back and front as if trying to find something, anything to latch onto. "Touch.. me.."

Well, fuck resolve.

A low guttural sound escaped the depths of his throat as his hands found your ass and grabbed it, hoisting you up and then slamming you into the wall, all the while your mouths were trying to devour each other. Your fingers were desperately pulling into his black locks as if begging him for more, and he obliged without much thought.