Playboy | YoonSeok

Thirty One

POV: Hoseok
I could see the softer, more delicate as innocent side of Yoongi come out as I half-kissed him.

I eventually gave in and stuck my lips right onto his, my head tilted at a slight angle. He seemed surprise as he was frozen for a bit, until he finally started to move.

Our lips moved in harmony with each other as I leaned into him more, the grip on his neck getting tighter and tighter as the kiss became more passionate.

He slipped his hands on my back, pulling me into a slight hug as we continued to kiss, but after a while, he somehow managed to flip me over, so my back was on the floor, and Yoongi was on top of me instead.

"Ohoho, what's happening here, I wonder?" Yoongi laughed, his eyes going down towards my crotch.

I could feel my cheeks getting redder and redder by the second. What an embarrassment, I was.

"Can you fix it for me?" I choked out, before I managed to think about what I was going to say.

"As you wish," he smirked, lifting me up and kissing me once again, until there was a slight knock on our door, and it creaked open.

"Hoseok!" the high pitched voice whinged from the outside of the door, before the familiar face popped up in the corner of the room. "Mama found out about this baby! She kicked me out! How fucking dare she! Can you even belie-"

She paused, dead frozen on the spot as she saw Yoongi tightly holding onto the zip of my jeans, my arms loosely around his shoulders.

"Get out," I demanded. "I'll talk to you later, j-just get out. I don't know how you managed to get in, but get out. Talk later." I said sternly, not even bothering to look at her properly.

She nodded slowly and limped out quietly, slamming the door behind her ferociously.