Friendships Desires and Secrets

The Way He Looks At Her

"What?" Tara asked, confused. "I'm hungry."

Yoongi looked her up and down and replied, "Yeah, I'm hungry." then bit his lower lip.

"Did you drink while I wasn't looking?" She was really wondering if he meant what she thought he meant or if he was still asleep. His answer was to push her back on the couch and hover over her, his face just inches from hers. Tara's heart began to hammer in her chest. She stared into his eyes, nearly panicking when his lips descended to hers.

A million things raced in her mind. Her self-doubt, Korean traditions for dating, every Korean word she'd ever learned and the lyrics to every one of Yoongi's songs. Like in the restaurant, his lips were warm and dry as they moved against hers. He stopped and pulled back suddenly, looking down at her. "Do you want me to stop?"

She was too breathless to speak, and her head was too full. She just shook her head no.

"I want you so much. I wanted you from the first moment I saw you." He straddled her and reached down, pulling her soft sweater off over her head. It was then he saw her tattoos. His eyes widened as he looked from them to her, then he grabbed her wrists and turned them to read them and said the words out loud.

"Min Yoongi, my love." His chin buckled in slightly, dimpling and quivered, tears brimming in his eyes. He looked away from her and tried to compose himself.

"Yoongi..."

He shook his head and released her wrists, sitting back on her hips. She pulled her tee off as well, revealing the keyboard tattoo on her chest, right over her heart.

"Yoongi please."

He turned to her and looked down, his long fingers immediately reached out to trace the Hangul letters around the keys that read 'First Love'. She had decorated her body for him. Only him. He thought he was being too forward and was so afraid of scaring her off without realizing, she was already his.

Her chin had begun to tremble as well when he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the inked in keys. He moved slowly up to her neck, a single tear slid down his nose and landed on her skin. She gasped and slid her hands up to the back of his neck, pulling him into her gently. He slid his legs so that his weight was on his knees and rose up, pulling his shirt off.

She drank in the site of his pale bare chest and slid her hands up and then back down all the way to the soft trail of hair where her fingers teased his waist band. This drew a shudder from him, and he gazed down at her, his expression rapt and lusting. Without breaking eye contact, she unbuttoned his jeans.

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When they were done eating, Alex got up and took their things to the kitchen. She sat the dishes down and brought him another beer before starting to wash up. Namjoon tried to watch the show but found her far more interesting. She was exactly what his life needed. He felt it.

He stood and went into the kitchen area and started helping.

"I think I've got this." Alex smiled at him.

"I think it's my kitchen." Namjoon replied. He tried to move close to her, but she always kept a respectful distance between them.

After several attempts to move into her space, as he wiped clean counters and dried dry dishes, he finally grabbed her by the hips and sat her on his counter. Alex looked shocked for a moment, grabbing his thick arms, then began to panic internally as she quickly withdrew her hands.

"You don't want me then?" He asked bluntly, reading her reaction. His gaze trying to penetrate her wall.

Alex took a deep breath. She collected her thoughts before speaking. "If you like a painting, do you just copy it?"