Her Astronaut

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As much as Elle had mentally psyched herself up for this moment, nothing could have prepared her for the sight that greeted her when the door to this particular hotel suite opened up.

Typically it would take a mostly naked body for Elle to lose her shit.

Not this time.

It was the sight of Min Yoongi's disheveled red hair, glasses, white long-sleeve shirt, oversized grey sweats, and exposed toes that turned her on.

Instantly.

Took all her willpower not to go feral right then and there.

Any other time, she would have shoved him into the room and slammed the door shut before mounting him right then and there on the middle of the floor.

This time, she would not allow herself to go down that path. No matter how much she craved it.

After being reminded of what Nova went through and the way she left things with Yoongi when she ran out of his room over a week ago, it was time for her to stop thinking with her clit and to act mature. She respected him too much to treat him like a quick fuck.

He was more than that to her.

"I'm sorry to bother you, I come back later."

She felt like an idiot for more than likely waking him up. Once again fucking up her chances. Ready to turn around, he caught her off guard.

"No, it's okay. Would you like to join me for coffee and breakfast?"

Her heart fluttered.

"I would love to."

He stood to the side of the door frame and motioned her to enter.

Remembering the traditions and cultural tips that Nova taught her, Elle quickly slipped off her shoes by the door and hung up her coat on a nearby hook.

"I was just about to call in my breakfast order, what can I get you?"

"To be honest, I ate with my mom about an hour ago... so maybe fruit, yogurt, and an iced americano?"

"Coming right up."

Although she was picking up conversational Korean, it was still hard for her to fully understand when Yoongi called his manager quickly rattling off their order.

Nervous as can be, Elle decided to wander around his suite to distract her mind. She stopped dead in her tracks when her eyes landed on the desk chair sitting in front of his equipment. A little over a week ago she straddled him on that very chair right before running out of the room in embarrassment.

"I know it's an interesting chair, but any reason you are looking at it that way?"

Elle was caught off guard by his comment and sudden closeness. His hot breath on her neck sent chills down her spine and straight to her core.

"So are you going to tell me why you left me alone in that chair last week? Got me all excited only to run out of the room. Forcing me to deal with that hard-on all by myself?"

Elle spun around to face his god forsaken smirk.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Her decorum quickly fading, "You fucking rejected me. I realized from your expression that I didn't have your consent. I read the room and left to preserve what was left of my god-damn dignity."

He began to slowly move towards her, one step at a time. For every step he toward forward, she took one backward.

"Rejected you? Why in the word would you think that?"