ᴍɪɴᴇ | ʙᴛs ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ ғғ

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xɪᴠ

sᴜɴʜᴇᴇ's ᴘᴏᴠ

"...you sure... got her?"

Slam!

"...be fine... if anyone... there."

Are we already here? Damn, I didn't want to wake up though. Especially after that embarrassing outburst.

It made me want to dig myself up a deep hole and throw my body into it—possibly douse it in gasoline and light it on fire. That was the first time I actually let myself cry in front of my soulmates, and I wanted to blame it fully on the drugs injected into me—the drugs that had me gagging, slurring, and fucking falling asleep at the worst moments possible.

That disgusting psychotic prick made me look the worst I ever did in the presence of the men I loved the most. I made a fool out of myself because of him. I missed out on properly meeting my final two mates because of him. My sweet boy fucking cried for me because of him. 

My entire being wanted to throttle him.

My lips instinctively curled downwards in my 'sleep,' ultimately deciding to stop thinking about him before I blow my cover. I leaned more into the solid chest of the one holding me, discreetly sniffing at the delicious chocolatey medium-roasted coffee bean scent, tinges of caramel sprinkled alongside the heady aroma. I pressed my nose further against their cotton shirt, unable to keep back my sigh of satisfaction.

"I know you're awake Sunhee." An attractively husky whisper came from above me, and I almost threw myself in the fiery ditch then and there. Fuck they're good.

I cracked one eye open, instantly settling on a warm darkness. That's when I felt a nimble breeze brush against my flushed cheeks, now fully opening both eyes—albeit reluctantly. We were outside. Yoongi's blazer was still laid out on my body, and I eyed how my legs dangled across from me. 

Then I found my weary hues traveling up and over to the handsome deity that always had my breath hitching in my throat, animal instincts always screeching at me to scurry away from this massive predator. My protective predator.

He caught me in a trance, already having the strange desire to kiss him even under these terrible circumstances. Everything about him screamed power and control—from that silky mane to those hypnotic dragon-like eyes—and I wouldn't lie and say it wasn't fucking hot. Hot and sexy.

The naughty side of me wanted this man to pounce on me and make me his. But I'd save that thought for later.

"Sorry... you smell really good." I sheepishly chuckled, wincing at the croakiness of my voice. Sunhee that was so not hot. It just made me angry all over again at that fucking criminal for making me humiliate myself in front of my fine men.

"As do you." He cracked a smile of his own, those breathtaking dimples just briefly meeting his cheeks. Is it bad I wanted to kiss them? "How are you feeling? Do you want to sleep for a couple more minutes?" He asked softly, contrasting heavily with the booming voice I heard earlier. Those slanted eyes had flickered up upon hearing another vehicle pulling in.

"I'm fine, thank you. And I'm sorry for my little stunt earlier." I bit my lip, turning my head to see that my suspicions were correct; it was Yoongi's car. I almost wished they'd stay in the car for a few more minutes, wanting a chance to get to talk with one of my new mates alone. "And thank you genuinely for saving me earlier. Like you don't understand how—"