This fanfiction is about a girl and an idol, and how their lives are about to intersect. The narrative suggests that fate, not chance, is how we meet others. You can identify with one of the characters in this narrative as you read it.
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Helene, Hanna and all seven of us went to the city to watch the fireworks later.
They decided to try the games first at the carnival since it's still early. Their faces lit up whenever they won a game.
Hannah won a shooting game and received the largest stuff toy on display.
Jimin, Jungkook, Taehyung, and J-hope went to explore. Jin Hyung, Namjoon, and I are standing at a wafer kiosk. Hannah and Helen can be seen from here while they play.
I love seeing her having so much fun. She was quickly recovering.
"Yoongi," Jin Hyung nudged me, pointing to Hannah and Helene, who were conversing with some men.
One of them was staring at Hannah. My blood boiled instantly. Hannah is laughing at something that the jerk has said. When I saw him hold Hannah's hand, my vision almost went black.
Hannah met my gaze.
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She withdrew the hand the man was holding.
My mood soured. I wanted to punch all the men who were just looking, as well as beat the shit out of the thick-skinned men who tried to talk to my girl.
I was already considering grabbing Hannah and bringing her home. The fireworks can be seen on TV.
However, after witnessing how much she enjoyed it, I reconsidered.
"Wooooow!" Hannah exclaimed in delight as she watched the fireworks. Dynamite, one of our songs, played in the background.
We have to stand behind Hannah and Helene because the place is so crowded. Hannah felt my presence behind her and stepped back, resting her back against my chest. Glaring at anyone who attempted to approach her.
Hannah called me, "Yoongi." She must have noticed my bad mood.
"Hmmmm," I responded.
We were now in our car, returning home. It was just myself, Hannah, and Helene. Others are in another vehicle.
"Why are you silent?" She asks.
"Just tired," I replied lazily.
"Are you upset?"
"No, why would I be?"
She looked at me for a moment before shifting her focus to the blurring view as we drove by.
"Yoongi," Hannah said as we entered our bedroom, grabbing my shirt.
"Yeah," I say, pulling my shirt.
"You're mad,"she stated.
"No," I denied.
I grabbed the towel and entered the bathroom. I do not want to argue with Hannah, so I would like to cool down before confronting her.
I jumped slightly when I opened the bathroom door because Hannah was standing right outside.
'You scared me!" I told her. I move sideways to avoid her.
"Why are you upset? "What did I do?" she inquired. The tip of her nose turned red, as it does whenever she is about to cry.
Sh*t! This is unfair! When I saw a tear fall from her eyes, my anger subsided.
When she is angry, she makes a point of giving me a hard time before forgiving me. Now that I am the one who is angry, all she has to do is cry, and I will be finished.
"Come here!" I pulled her to my chest and wrapped my arms around her, just as she did around my waist.
"You did not do anything wrong. Okay. It is just me." I sighed. I kissed her on the head.
"Why?" she mumbled against my bare chest. I haven't put a shirt on. Her breath on my skin raised goose bumps all over my body.
"Because those men are staring at you," I whispered.
"But I am only looking at you," she said, raising her head.
Why does she need to say something like that? I can not stop smiling.
I look into her gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. They make me want to drown. Her intense stare weakens me.
"Hannah," my voice was barely audible.
"Yoongi," she whispered, her gaze resting on my lips.
That was when I completely lost it.
I gave her a long, deep, passionate kiss. Then I moved into her ear and kissed the earlobe, eliciting a moan from her.
"Hannah,"It took all of my strength to break off our kiss while I still had control of myself.
"Mmmmmmm," her lips traced down my neck.
"We should stop," I said.
"No!"
"You have no idea what you are asking for," I warned her.
"Then show me what you have got," she challenged me.
I stripped her clothes off, pulled her up, and wrapped her legs around my waist. I pressed her against the wall and kissed her deeply again, this time more heated and passionate.
'Hannah, please tell me to stop."
I will, if she says so. Instead, she pulled my head back and kissed me.
There is no turning back now. I carried her to the bed and gently placed her down. My entire body shook with anticipation.
When my lips touched her skin, her body arched in response. She keeps calling my name, which drives me over the edge. But I want this to be a wonderful experience for her. So I take it slowly. I kissed and touched every curve on her body.
"Yoongiiii!" she screamed as I entered her. She's so tight. I am thrilled to be her first. I take a moment to allow her to adjust to my presence inside her.
I move slowly on top of her, placing my hand on either side of her so I would not crush her.
Her face is still scrunched up, but she moans. She was slowly adjusting. "Yoongi," she said, whispering.
I could not hold on for much longer, so I accelerated my pace. I can hear her heavy breathing and moans synchronized with mine. It was like we were dancing to some sweet music that we had both composed.
"Yoongi," she said, slightly louder.
"Yes, baby?" I leaned in close and whispered in her ear.
"I- I th - think I - I am coming," she said between deep breaths.
"All right, baby, come with me," I say, thrusting a little faster until I feel it. The buildup of desire inside my body, ready to explode. I exploded, screaming her name. Colors danced before my eyes.
I rest my forehead against hers as we both descended from our heaven.
