Breaking In {BTS In School}

17. Distraction

"Hey, Seungkwan?"

YeongMi rolled her eyes when she heard Seungkwan let out a very exaggerated gasp, as if he was dying.

"YeongMi! You hardly ever refer to me so nicely, what is this?"

"Hey, this is why I don't respect you, loser!"

She laughed; though they had a teasing relationship, she cared for him more than anyone realized. It was all in good fun, after all. She never actually meant the insults.

"Well jeez, I mean our parents did mention - "

There was a pause, and it was YeongMi's turn to gasp.

Seungkwan knew he had fucked up, he had let the secret slip and he couldn't take it back.

He had talked to their parents?

Wait....

"Seungkwan. Did they tell you to speak to me again?"

She didn't really need to ask; she knew, and the silence on Seungkwan's end only confirmed it.

Their parents had told him to call her; it was as if he had been spying on her, most likely reporting back to their parents everything that she had said.

Goddamn, how couldn't she see, it was so obvious now, the random phone call from him, the lack of her parents nagging, it was so painfully obvious.

"You fucking bastard."

"YeongMi, wait, I was only trying to be a good - "

"Son, yeah. I've heard that one before. I didn't like that excuse the first time, I still don't like it. Well, this is the last time. Don't bother calling anymore, I promise you it won't do any good."

She hung up quickly, and, in a rage, threw her phone on the bed.

She could've shattered it against the wall, but she didn't feel like going and buying a new one; she could afford it easily, but she hated that fact.

Instead, she found herself creeping out the door.

He always chose their parents over her. Why wouldn't he? They were better company to him than she ever was. He never had a problem with them. It was only her, always only her.

Here she was, thinking that maybe her brother missed her, and that's why he had contacted her out of the blue.

She should've known better.

She wasn't the type to be missed by anyone.

She was nothing but a burden, an irritation.

She was stupid to think otherwise.

It was early in the morning, and everyone was asleep, as they should be, so she had to be quiet.

She crept down the corridor, slipping down the stairs.

She wasn't really sure where she was going, but her feet moved of their own accord.

Hardly realizing what she was doing, she found herself knocking on the door in the basement.

It was an ungodly time, surely he wasn't awake?

The door creaked open slowly.

He was.

"YeongMi?"

"Sorry Namjoon, I need a distraction."

Namjoon stared at her for a moment, and she felt her heart drop, wondering if Bora was in there with him, and that's why he wouldn't let her in.

"I should be upset. Am I just a distraction?"

"No, you're not, but you're my best bet for a distracting night."

"You're lucky you look so pathetic right now," Namjoon opened the door wider and stepped aside so that YeongMi could make it through the door.

She passed him with a grin, "fuck you."

"If you want you." Namjoon bit his lip, his eyes luring her in with their lusty glow.

That was precisely what she was here for.

And any sexual tension that had hidden in the shadows whenever they were close rose up, making the air heavy, which only seemed to press the two closer.

Their stare seemed to be tense, as there was an intensity in the gaze. But neither felt uncomfortable by it, only excited, infatuated.

Namjoon stepped closer, and YeongMi leaned against the door, reaching out to grab the tie that had come loose around Namjoon's collar. She held it tightly, using it to pull Namjoon closer to her.

"Maybe I do."

She definitely did.

Those last words, whispered softly through YeongMi's pursed lips was all that Namjoon needed to hear.

Without wasting any more time, Namjoon had put his hand on the door beside her head, tilting his head down ever so slightly so that his lips teasingly brushed against hers.

With his arm firmly braced against the door, YeongMi couldn't pull him any closer, so instead she leaned forward, pressing her body to his. It was hardly a cause for the steep spike of feelings flowing through her body, but somehow it was.

She could feel Namjoon tense up, unprepared for the sudden flush of pressure, but his hand, which he had kept firmly pressed to his side, quickly found its way to her hips, the other hand slowly making it's way down from her neck.

She felt pinpricks of chilled fire spreading across her skin, focused on the points where Namjoon's hands touched her. She felt more in that brief contact than she had for anyone else, and, if she was right, this was only the beginning.

"God, I've been thinking about this since the night I came over and saw your porn collection."

YeongMi definitely, definitely shouldn't have said that. She didn't know why she had admitted it, but Namjoon's lips felt like honey, smoothly making its way into her mouth, coating her lips and making her vision hazy.

And with that sensation, she found herself easily speaking her feelings. She would regret it later, but right now, right now she'd say anything if it got her more of him against her skin.

This was definitely new.

Her words fed Namjoon's ego, and his hands grew more confident, fingers brushing past her hips to lay on her butt.

His lips pressed against hers with a harsher pressure, and when she didn't stop him, Namjoon spread his hands completely against her butt, squeezing it lightly.

After she pressed closer to him, groaning lightly, he squeezed harder, and his kiss became the most distracting thing.

"I guess I'm about to find out if you're really better than the porn."

YeongMi smirked at Namjoon, staring right in his eyes.

"Oh, you're definitely going to find out a lot."