What never should've happened.

Dinner

Yoongi brought you to your bed and kissed your forehead, before going to the bathroom. He came back a minute later, his face freshly washed and with a small hand towel, which he wet with warm water, and went to clean you. You flinched.

“Mianheyo, are you sore?” He asked, his eyes worried.

“No,” you said and then chuckled, “just…tender from stimulation…that was…”

“Yes?”

“I understand now why you brag about your tongue technology. I went to Hong Kong and back.”

Yoongi laughed. “I'm glad, baby. You deserve all the pleasure in the world.”

He took his time cleaning you, all the while his other hand was gently caressing your legs or your belly. It didn't matter that he had just had his mouth on you and his fingers inside you, this was more intimate than that. The care and tenderness he was giving you had you melting.

The Min Yoongi you thought you knew was different from this. You always saw him as someone with a no nonsense attitude, serious, calm and focused, even his voice was deep and scary. Then there was his Agust D persona, scary and angry.

But he was different with you. He was sweet and kind, flirty, romantic and sexy…so damn sexy it could make any woman fall to her knees. But most of all, he was respectful and a perfect gentleman.

“If you let me,” he said leaning closer and you noticed he smelled like your mouthwash, “I'll make you feel this way at every chance I get.” He kissed you softly.

“Min Yoongi…did you use my mouthwash?” You asked, smirking. Your natural reaction to when you were feeling nervous was to deflect and avoid, and Yoongi was making you nervous…in a good way. You feared that if you continued down that path, you were going to jump his bones and for that, you weren't ready.

“I…aish! Sorry!” He blushed tomato red, “I wasn't sure you were going to want to kiss me after I went down on you. Don't think it was because of something bad. Y/N, you taste like heaven!”

You couldn't help but giggle. The fact that Yoongi was so flustered over this was funny and sweet. You pulled on his hand and he fell on top of you, holding himself half up with his other arm, surprised at your sudden action. “Woah!”

“I will never not want to kiss you, Yoongi. Your kisses have been fueling me since Saturday…how is it that only three days have passed and I can't think of anything but you?”  tilting your head up you kissed him softly, your lips molding together. It was a tender kiss. It wasn't meant to ignite a fire but to convey how you were feeling.

Yoongi understood what you were trying to do and gently rolled you both over, until you were lying on top of him, naked and flushed against him. He pushed your hair back and ran the back of his hand on your cheek.

“Y/N…” he whispered, “You have no idea. I don't know what you did to me, beautiful, like I already told you, I haven't stopped thinking about you since I first saw you at the café…and ever since I tasted your lips, I've been going crazy wanting more. I shudder to think about what will happen to my mind now that I've tasted more of you.”

You kissed again and you cuddled up on his chest, his arms going around you. “Is this okay? I'm heavy.”

Yoongi held your tighter, “You're not. Besides,” he continued as he squeezed you, “what good is it to slave away in the gym if I can't hold my girl up, hu? I may not be the kid, but You're not dating a weakling.”

You kissed him again, “I don't want the kid, I want you.” Yes, JK was hot as fuck, but Yoongi? Yoongi was just what you needed. “Now…can we talk about what happened today?”