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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a/n: Hi my lovely readers! I do just want to leave a very brief message and warning that this chapter does contain adult content and sexual scenes. I really want to advise any readers who may not be comfortable with reading smut to just go ahead and skim through it! I also want to inform that this scene contains content that should only be read by adults! So, 18+! I know I can't stop any minors from reading, so just please be advised. Thank you, and enjoy!
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Like every other occasion, Yoongi came along with Namjoon as his driver. I wouldn't have minded it much, like every other time, it never quite truly mattered to me. However, this time, when I craved to speak with Yoongi alone, it slightly bothered me when I found out we wouldn't have time alone, like how I preferred we would.
The tension between Namjoon and I only seemed to thicken from the moment I stepped foot into the car, I noticed that his shoulders were slightly tense— adjusting his posture so that he was more vigilant.
I was certain that Yoongi told him about Mikhail. Of course, he did. It was only appropriate that Yoongi informed his team about anyone who threatened to harm them.
I just hoped he would leave out how it was my fault. I didn't want to deal with the piercing stares from the men on his team who would struggle to grow fond of me and trust me.
I attempted to push away any paltry qualms from my mind— the polemic argument Jeongguk and I had where I said things I would likely regret in the near future. I could already feel the pungent taste of regret purging itself on my tongue, the bitter flavor making me recoil in response— recalling the deleterious words I spilled to Jeongguk.
The hurt that was in his moist eyes that he tried to dissimulate behind a callous tone.
I chewed my lower lip, trying to forget about that. Trying to focus on Yoongi, who was sitting right beside me in the backseat of their moving vehicle. His hand wrapped over mine, swallowing my hand whole with his very one, squeezing my limb, before leaving a verecund kiss on the base of my head.
"You're okay, right?" He asked me, his voice but an idyllic whisper that caused a peculiar ripple in my twirling heart that craved his love.
I tried not to allow Jeongguk's words to taint the perfect image I had of Yoongi.
He claimed Yoongi only wanted me for further intel on my father, Romero.
Yoongi wouldn't do that.
Would he?
According to Hoseok, Yoongi had changed immensely, especially when he and I were together.
I turned over to him, looking him in the eyes. He was dressed up. Not a suit and tie, but he still donned an opulent all-black button-up long sleeve, with slacks to pair with his expensive look. I wondered if he had just finished dealing with business, and had no time to change before he and Namjoon went over to get me.
