What never should've happened.

1st step

An annoying sound, like a bee or something like that, kept going off and that made you stir. It was your phone that kept vibrating on your nightstand.

You realized several things at once. One, you were extremely warm, Yoongi was like a space heater and being so close to him had you beginning to sweat. Two, you could feel something pressed against your butt, you knew what it was but refused to acknowledge it, it wasn't like Yoongi could control it while sleeping, you knew he was asleep, his little puffs of breath were fanning your ear. And three -this was the most important thing of all- you weren't afraid.

There wasn't an ounce of fear in your mind nor in your body in that second. How was it possible that after years of trauma and panic, you could be so peaceful in a man's arms? A man that you hardly knew. You didn't want to question it, you just wanted to enjoy it.

You also didn't want it to end, so you reached for your phone to see it was Huang who was calling and that you had four missed calls.

"Hello?"

"Noona? Are you okay? Why didn't you answer me?"

In a sleepy and low voice you replied, "I was sleeping, Huang-ssi. Didn't I tell you I got soaked in the rain?"

"Oh. Right. Mianheyo... Did I interrupt something then?"

"Something...yeah, I think you can call it that. But tell me, what's so important that you're calling at...Eight p.m. on a Saturday?"

"I got an email from HR. They've hired you an assistant, so we have to be at work at seven on Monday, that will give you enough time for some rapid-fire instructions before your meeting with HQ."

"That's awesome. Thank you, Huang-ssi."

"Am I picking you up, or do you have...alternate transportation?"

You could hear the teasing in his voice.

"Yes, brat, you're picking me up, now go. Find a girl you can bother and who will put up with your shit."

You felt more than heard, Yoongi's chuckle.

"Fine noona, good night." And he hung up.

"He really is quite intense when it comes to your safety, isn't he?" Yoongi said against your neck and his voice vibrated all the way down to your toes.

You hummed in agreement, not wanting to move.

"At least I can be sure you will be safe when we're not together."

"I'm not a frail lady, Min Yoongi. I've learned how to defend myself even if my fears and anxiety might suggest otherwise."

"Oh, I believe you. I believe you're even stronger than you think. I will have to always be on my best behavior, lest I anger you."

"You better." You said as you wiggled a bit to go back to being comfy.

But your wiggling created friction against Yoongi's crotch and he groaned. You turned in his arms to face him and locked eyes with him.

"I'm sorry."

He stared at you. "I'm trying really hard not to cross any lines here, please, don't apologize. Just..."

"Yes?"

"I need to do this."

"Wh-?" Before you could even utter the question on your lips, his mouth was on yours and your hands went to his hair, pulling him closer.

Yoongi's lips moved with a purpose, feverishly and hungrily against your own, drawing your breath from you. His arms held you close and when the need for air became too much, he detached himself from your lips and went to kiss your jaw, moving upwards to your ear and to the tiny spot behind it that, when he sucked on it, made you moan in need.