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[PART 13]

Your thighs squeezed wantonly while he slid his touch round from your hips to your ass. Feeling and grabbing your flesh in his large hands, then he dipped down to your neck.

How long had you been here?

You glanced at your watch and tutted. Somehow almost an hour had passed since Yoongi had turned the engine off, which meant you didn't have long left.

"What?" He asked from the crook of your neck, never stopping his constant shower of attention. Thank God, but you really did need to stop.

"It's getting late," you reminded, and with a frown he sat back to rest his head against the Lamborghini badge.

"Fuck him. You don't need to go, stay with me," he told you and for a moment you were rendered speechless. You knew he wasn't fond of your plan, he hadn't hidden that fact, but you never expected words as sweet as those— even if it was preceded by cursing.

Yoongi had never asked you to stay by his side before. And it forced you to think about when you really did leave him.

Would he care then too?

"I promise it'll only be for a few days," you touched his face, and with a long breath he accepted the gesture, leaning into your hand with his eyes closed briefly.

"Are you doing this for me?"

"No," you shook your head honestly. This was for you, and it truly was. Being able to help Yoongi was just a bonus.

"Okay," he finally accepted, somewhat deflating your hopes with his answer. "If he asks why you're back tell him you paid off his debt, he'll feel more comfortable talking to you."

At that, you climbed off of his lap and back into the passenger seat, clearing your throat. "Yeah, I'll do that," you nodded, staunchly facing forward as he turned the car back on and began to drive the rest of the way to Dohyun's side of town.

And in his Aventador, it was only a five minute drive to leave you with a sinking feeling in your gut. You'd hoped you'd never need to see this place again. Yet here you were.

"You know how to reach me?" He asked after pulling the car to a stop at the doors.

"Yeah, I'll text when I'm ready," you nodded, heaving a sigh before you placed your hand on the handle, but before you could go, Yoongi's hand on your knee stopped you.

"Please be safe," he looked you in the eyes, and you swallowed. "I had this made for you, if you need to use it; use it. I will take care of everything after that," he reached into his pocket.

And in his hand he produced a small switchblade.

You stared at the red handle, watching his thumb press a small button so that the blade snapped out and into place. Then with his other hand, distinctly showing he used his palm, he pressed on the spine of the skinny blade to push it back.

What he was insinuating, the though hadn't crossed your mind but for Yoongi it made sense to supply you with some kind of defense. He knew his employee better than you, and you were only here now because that same employee was willing to sell you off like a piece of meat.

You weren't sure what he was capable of anymore either, so with slow and deliberate movements you picked it up. It was heavier than you'd expected and cold to the touch. Once it was away in your purse, you looked back at him with an appreciative expression.

You didn't have words right now, you didn't want to say goodbye. So you got out instead, giving the car an extended look before you turned away.

You forced a breath before descending upon familiar grounds. But Yoongi didn't pull away until you were waiting for the elevator, and only when it arrived did you hear the engine roar. You were alone now; and you felt it.