There's a MONSTER in the elevator, Yoonmin fanfic

2. I found you so fall for me

✧ Jimin

I felt his burning gaze on me and quickly averted my own to then draw my hand through my red hair as he made me feel strangely conscious about my looks. Maybe he didn't like colorful hair? I shrugged. Whatever... The elevator made a heavy noise when arriving at the right floor and the doors opened soon after.

I turned around to thank Yoongi for his assistance when I suddenly felt his hand grip firmly onto my wrist. My first thought was probably... How unexpectedly cold his touch was, way different from my imagination. I got pulled forwards towards his chest and landed in his embrace with a surprised huffing noise from my side. Even his arms and smell felt different from what I first had thought. He seemed thinner, paler and almost fragile. The charming feeling of mystery still lingered though...

The elevator doors closed again.

Ah, I should say something.

"Excuse me..." I got out, muffled into his shoulder.

I pulled back a bit, raised my gaze and immediately, we made eye contact. I could swear that his eyes had a certain feel of hunger in them and his lips were smiling covered with just a thin layer of moist. It made them look perfectly kissable. Qualities to get lost in...

"Yes?" He tilted his head with a voice swelling of confidence.

I huffed, wondering if he would have an acceptable explanation to his actions even if I asked. He looked like the type to say something clever, witty and teasing back. And with those thoughts, I twisted myself out of his grip. Yoongi let go of me surprisingly easily and was quick to just shrug his shoulders at the situation.

"Did you hate it that much?" He smiled nonchalantly.

"Ah, that's not it...!"

Silence. I had been too quick to respond. Or rather, my dirty hormones seemed to have answered for me.

His eyes widened, as if not expecting my sincere answer. Probably, he thought I would deny it? Which actually would have been the most reasonable reaction to this situation. I cursed at myself.

What am I saying to a stranger?

Our eyes met once again, as if being drawn to each other by an unknown power and I saw a shadow of fake innocent play in his now clouded gaze. How annoying.

"Then what?" He laughed, eyes still steadily resting on me.

I corrected my clothing that had seemed to fall just slightly out of place since earlier and pushed my glasses higher up on my nose bridge. To Yoongi, I turned away with a straightened back; determined to ignore his question. But really, I might just have wanted to escape his intense gaze.

"I have somewhere to be." I mumbled and reached out for the button to open the doors.

... I got no further.

His arms surrounded me again with hands linking at my stomach and a weak breathing apparent near my neck... Like that, he pulled me back into his embrace. Yoongi's lips found their way to my skin, first gently grazing against it and then giving a soft kiss that sent shivers down my spine.

I shuddered helplessly as his lips suddenly, between the kisses that now had turned rash, sucked itself to my neck. Meanwhile, his hands seemed to have started unbuttoning my shirt, welcoming cold air to reach my bared chest. A feverish feeling filled up the elevator and although he was yet nothing more than an attractive stranger; I found myself right on the edge, so close to give after to his pleasing hands and inviting kisses. Don't tempt me...