방탄 소년단
"That... gash," I muttered, my nose rumpled in disdain - and sympathy for the man - as I studied the newly developing scar on his right eye.
It was fresh, the skin that surrounded the vermilion wound was puffy and distended, as if it just hap...
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I wanted more time to wallow in his compassionate ambiance. His solicitous words and lips managing to calm me down entirely, his voice nothing but a gentle susurration against my calamitous uproar. I wanted to imagine what would have occured between us both if the explosion hadn't happened.
Would he have accepted my innuendo, and kissed me again?
His lips were soft and warm, inviting me in, and directing me closer to him. To be selfish, and to have more of him, to grab what I could and take advantage of such a dulcet moment— a moment I never thought I would have with a man like Yoongi.
A man that was supposed to be cold-hearted, and indifferent. I craved for more of him, my body still reacting to that small kiss he left near my lips, so close to touching my lips with his very own. So close to giving me my first real kiss. A kiss that I ached and longed for from a man like Yoongi.
My heart fluttered when I remembered how tight he held me when the unforeseen outburst happened— keeping me close to his secure body to keep me out of harm's way, rather hurting his own self with a recovering injury than allow me to leave with even a scratch.
My cheeks were warm, recalling how easy it was for him to hold me and carry me all through the rubble when my feet were unable to move, my mind unable to properly think.
At that moment, I couldn't fathom him leaving my side. I wanted him close, his hand in mine, too afraid to let him go and allow him to search into that detrimental building knowing there was a possibility he could injure himself further. He was too busy keeping me safe that he completely overlooked his safety and well-being.
I hoped he didn't do that often.
Though, I sincerely doubted he ever took proper care of himself.
I counted down the days until I could see him, and we could hold a proper conversation with one another. I wanted to talk about everything. I wanted to talk about the kiss. If it meant anything to him, or if he just did it solely to catch me by surprise and distract my crazed mind.
I sighed, laying flat on my back as I stared up at the ceiling that offered me no answers, and no comments.
I looked over at my nightstand, seeing the books stacked close together.
I wished he would call.
I was obsessing over everything. It had been five whole days, and I got no calls. Not even a text about the new area we would be meeting. Perhaps he was too ashamed to even talk to me after our vulnerable moment together.
Hoseok said it himself, Yoongi never wanted to appear vulnerable.
However, before I left the car that very night, he did manage to leave a kiss on my cheek that lingered on my skin the entire night, stinging against his charming vestige that left me begged for more.
