1. My Bad Boy [Yoongi]

Insecure Yoongi

Yoongi drove me home quietly. I played with my fingers. I was nervous that he might be mad at me.

"Are you mad at me?" I blurted out quickly. I looked at him. A sly smile on his face.

"No" he said. Somehow I felt like he was lying. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. He pulled up to my house a minute later. I climbed out and walked through the front door, Yoongi on my heels. He shut the door behind us. I went to my room and put my stuff away. Yoongi had placed himself on my couch. I changed into shorts and a t-shirt. I went into the living room and sat by Yoongi. He flipped through the channels quietly. I sighed and looked at my feet.

"You love me right?" Yoongi said. I looked at him with shocked eyes.

"Why would you even question it?" I asked.

"I just feel...like you can do better than me" he looked down. I crawled over to him and hugged him.

"I choose you Yoongi" I whispered into his ear. He hugged me back tightly. He sighed. I pulled back, he stared at me in my eyes. He traced my bottom lip with his thumb. I pressed my lips onto him. They were warm and soft like normal. I tangled my fingers into his hair. He scratched down my thighs. He slipped his tongue into my mouth. He explored my mouth slowly, then pulled back. He flipped over so he was on top.

"Yoongi...."

"Just let me have you" he said. I rolled my eyes.

"We did this a few days ago"

"I want more" he slipped his hands under my shirt. He groped my breasts. He massaged them lightly, I would be lying if I said I didn't like it. He moved his left hand to unhook my bra. He took both hands undid my shirt, taking the bra with it. He stared at my chest for a moment.

"Yah! Stop staring" I blushed a deep red. He laughed and looked at my face.

"You're perfect, so don't worry" he brought his lips back to mine. I unbuttoned his shirt and took it off.
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We decided to take the party to my bedroom. He said the couch hurt his back. Big baby I swear. We finished and were watching tv. He looked very tired.

"Can I ask you something?" He said. I looked at him.

"Yeah what is it?" I said.

"Out of all the guys in the school why'd you choose me?" He looked at me in the eyes.

"Because you're not like them"

"How?"

"You just aren't Yoongi. You don't like people just because looks" I messed with my fingers. He let out a sigh.

"So you aren't dating me cause I'm 'dangerous'?"

Dangerous? How even? You're a huge softy.

"You're not dangerous. You've done nothing bad since we met" I said. He looked at me.

"Speaking of the situation. Why'd you choose me?" I questioned. He let out a single laugh.

"Because you aren't like the other girls. You're cute, sweet, caring, and smart"

"You aren't dating me cause I'm 'innocent'?"

"I don't need a slut as a girlfriend. I want you" he stroked my cheek. I looked down at my hands.

"Why are you attracted to me?" He asked. I let out a small laugh.

"I thought we were done with this" I looked up at him. He shook his head.

"Cause you're sexy that's why" I laughed. He laughed.

"But, you've protected me. You showed your love secretly, you didn't make it obvious" I said. He smiled at me.

"I love you" he said.

"I love you" I said back.