Unwanted--BTS--Soulmate AU

Build up; Breakdown

*This chapter is a bit of a roller coaster so there are two songs*

Part 1: First by SoMo

Waking up next to Yoongi was shocking to say the least. I wasn't entirely sure how I had gotten here. I had some vague memories of Tae shouting at someone and a feeling of intense pain followed by intense bliss. My best guess was that I ended up having soul pain and Yoongi was summoned to cure it.

Great. Another soul episode. Just how long were these excruciating episodes going to go on for? I loathed being dependent on someone else. Especially someone who didn't want me there. 

Looking up at Yoongi's sleeping profile, I tried to stay as still as possible, just admiring the planes of his face. I ached to reach out and touch his cheek, but held myself back. His skin looked so smooth and soft. I was surprised that his skin tone was actually a little more caramel than what was often shown on camera. He was still pretty pale, but he had some beautiful melanin.

My fingers twitched as I imagined running them through his sleep mussed hair. Greedily, my eyes drank in his entire appearance, snagging on his lips. They looked desperately soft and utterly kissable.

Everything about him drew me in, everything about him was stupidly addictive. Even years ago, when I first became a fan of BTS, Yoongi was the one who drew me in and captivated me. His intense gaze and quiet demeanor caught my heart. 

Snapping out of my haze, I started to panic at how he would react when he awoke and found me in his bed. I decided to try and get out of there as fast as possible and hope that I didn't wake him. He was supposed to be a pretty deep sleeper, well, according to episodes of In the Soop anyway.

I started to shift away as slowly as I could, but he only tightened his grip as soon as he felt me start to slip away.

Well, fuck.

I took a careful breath and ever so slowly rolled over within the circle of his arms, facing the edge of the bed. Thankfully, his grip around my waist slackened enough to allow my movement. I scooted my feet forward and leaned towards the side of the bed. Just a bit more, and then I could easily slide off.

Just as my toes reached the edge, Yoongi tightened his grip and yanked me back against him, banding his arms across my stomach.

Gritting my teeth, I started to wriggle against him, trying to extricate myself.

"Stop. Moving." he commanded with his eyes still closed.

I froze.

Shit, shit, shit.

How was I going to get out of this one?

I swallowed, trying to moisten my dry mouth. Maybe he wasn't fully awake and in his right mind just yet.

I didn't respond to him but temporarily stopped my escape attempts. I laid still for a few moments and then tried again. As soon as I attempted to scoot forward, Yoongi's arms tightened even more.

"I thought I told you to stop moving," he huffed behind me, his breath tickling the back of my neck.

Oh god, his morning voice was so fucking sexy.

"Um. I just thought you would be mad if you woke up and found me here," I managed to croak out.

"Sleep is more important than you. I'm comfortable, don't disturb me," he growled.

My cheeks flamed. Of course. Another insult. Fuck him if he thought I was going to just lay here and feed his selfish desires when he couldn't stop being an ass to me for one second.