Yellow.

twelve day fling • 2015

~ July 26th 2015  - LA ~

The mirror on one of the many bureaus in the room hit the wall with an obnoxious smack, one neither of you bothered to acknowledge, you were too busy.

Yoongi's hands gripped your waist, helping you up onto the ledge the two of you just collided into while your lips were latched hungrily, not getting enough. Sliding your arms around his shoulders, you hold him close for a second before dragging your hands down his chest, gripping the hem of his shirt to pull him in as close as possible. Your legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in place, and you feel him smirk on your lips.

Pulling away for a second, he catches a glimpse of your dopey, tipsy, smile and returns it before he tilts his chin, nuzzling his cheek to yours on his way to plant sloppy kisses to your neck. A soft sound leaves you, one that makes his knees buckle.

"You're not allowed to leave me again," He mumbles into your skin, nipping at it with his teeth, making you jump.

"Keep kissing me like this and I never will," You say, sighing right after the words spill from your lips. Yoongi's hands reach for your face, holding your cheeks carefully as he lifts his head, brushing his nose against yours.

"No, I'm serious," His voice is deep, "I'm not gonna let you leave, at least not now that I've gotten to touch you again." Processing his words the best that you could in your drunken state at the moment, you  smirk.

"Then someone better tell Sunny I'm moving out," You say. Pulling him tighter against you, as if it was possible, you find his lips and drag your tongue along the bottom one. Yoongi slips his hands into your hair, parting his lips to give back what you had given him.

This is the first time since seeing him that you've been able to be alone, that you've been able to kiss him and put your hands on him. Of course it had to happen after a couple drinks, so it was entirely turned up a degree too high, but you didn't care. Facetiming and talking on the phone wasn't enough. Now, with the boy who'd been teasing you for two weeks in your grasp, you wanted to strip him down, you'd been undressing him with your eyes the second you saw him anyway.

Yoongi slips his arms back around your waist, gripping your hips, giving the curve of your thighs a gentle squeeze. You slide your hands up into his hair, giving the styled blonde locks a tug, sorry Sunny, one that makes him groan.

"Shit, do that again," You mutter without taking your lips off his, tugging on his strands again.

Obliging to your request, the sound he makes sends a spark straight down your spine to between your hips, a need growing stronger the longer you kiss him. Without thinking twice, you shift your hips, searching for friction somewhere as your legs hold him close.

Immediately Yoongi parts from your lips, bringing a hand up to hold one of your shoulders. His eyes are threatening to turn dark, but you can tell he's holding it back.

"What are you doing?" He asks at a whisper, studying your tipsy pout. Messing with his hair, you shrug.

"Thought it was fun," You say in a small voice, "And you're hotter than I remember, and I've already thought about what it'd be like if we did it, and-"

"Okay, okay," Yoongi laughs, quieting you down before you babble more truths he wasn't sure you meant to be sharing at the moment, "You're... drunk." He tried to search for a better word, but there wasn't any that fit. You were drunk.

"I am," You nod, accepting what he's said with a straight face without a fight, making him laugh.

"We can't... Make a scene here," He speaks with caution, watching you narrow your eyes, "As much as I want to, trust me, I want to... I don't want the first time to be in a room next to Jimin's underwear, or while you've been drinking." Your expression hasn't changed, making him wonder if you've taken in anything he's said. He didn't mind though, he loved how you couldn't take your eyes off of him.