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[PART 21]

After your shower, and some time to process the new information fed to you, you decided distinctly against thinking about it anymore. It wasn't worth the mental anguish now that you were safely at Yoongi's side again. You had only escaped Dohyun's doomed grasp thanks to the man in the next room.

If he hadn't saved you, what could've happened wasn't something you wanted to dedicate time thinking about. You'd rather think about Yoongi's dark eyes, that almost completely stoic face guarding a hint of intrigue when he saw you on that fateful second day. How so many things had changed, how calling him stoic would be completely incorrect now.

Those thoughts carried you to the en-suite bathroom. Where the man on your mind had left his clothes on the bed, and you suddenly felt the urge to near them.

You reached out for the crewneck sweater, holding it by its shoulders to read the ironic print asking if you knew the earth was flat. You smirked at Yoongi's sarcastic sense of humor, something you didn't see all that often but appreciated when you did.

The thick black material gave away it's luxuriousness, and after a glance at the door, you bundled it up to bring to your nose. Your hopes that Yoongi's scent still clung to the fabric were met and you inhaled deeply with your eyes closed.

Warm, woody and with a hint of spice. It was a scent that perfectly embodied the man who wore it and brought you back to the moment you first saw him wearing this outfit earlier in the evening.

Sleeves pushed up to reveal his artwork, you wondered if that was a tactical choice because he knew you had a proclivity for his tattoos. The overall fit was a little long and slouchy in the body but it looked so comfortable on him.

Really, you shouldn't have been doing this but you couldn't stop yourself when the idea came into your head. It would only take a minute, you'd try the garment on, relish for a moment in how cozy it felt, and take it off before Yoongi ever knew.

Thankfully, you had put underwear on before leaving the bathroom in a robe so getting the garment on was easy. And on the balls of your feet, you skipped quickly to the mirror for a look.

As excepted, the sweater was even longer on you; the sleeves almost entirely hiding your hands while the hem reached comfortably a few inches below your mid-thigh.

It felt just as soft and plush on your bare skin as you'd imagined, and you hugged yourself in a moment of self-consolation. But your eyes flew open when you heard a knock behind you, the door opened and more light flooded into the room.

"Dinner's here," Yoongi casual gaze drew up from his phone to look at you in the mirror, but his features lit up with visible surprise before settling to an easy smirk. "That looks good on you. Don't take it off," he instructed, eyes trained on you as he closed the door again.

"Oh my fucking God," you whined in the returned silence, covering your face in the sleeves to hide the embarrassment from your own reflection.

How could you have let yourself be caught wearing his clothes?

Red-faced, you dragged your hands down your face to look back at yourself. The longer you thought about it, the longer you grew unsure as to why your cheeks remained so flushed.

Was it because you'd been caught, or was it that Yoongi clearly liked what he saw enough to demand you keep your appearance unchanged?

You could certainly see where his appeal lied, the short hemline made your naked legs look endlessly long while the relaxed fit reminded you of your size difference.

Regardless, you had been caught red-handed and your punishment was to bare your crime for the rest of the night. Your heart had only just begun to relax when you let yourself out of the master bedroom.