Playboy or Not? |m.yg [under editing]

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"Mark what the fuck?!" I pushed him off me, gasping for air. "You don't notice, I try everything for you to notice" he spoke, his voice stern. "Please stop" I turned my head, avoiding his kiss. "I'm going to make you mine, make you forget about him" Mark growled, his voice deep. He grabbed my hands, placing them over my head. His tongue traveled down to my neck, creating sloppy kisses. "I don't want to forget him" I gritted my teeth. His hand kept my two hands together, while his other slid under my skirt. "No please! Stop Mark" I gasped feeling his fingers on my stomach.

His hands slowly started to creep up my stomach, getting closer to my bust line. I squeezed my eyes, scared, terrified. "Get the fuck off of her!!"

His cold hands wet ripped away from my body and a loud thud was heard. My eyes wattered, blurring my vision. "Get the fuck away now!" Yoongi yelled.

. . . .

I brought my arms around his built figure, crying into his shoulder. He stayed silent, he's lips crashed onto me, his lips moving on mine. I closed my eyes, the tear falling. I brought my hands around his neck, pulling him closer to me. "I love you so much" he whispered against my lips, soon pressing his lips again onto mine. "I truly do love you, so much" he groaned.

"That's not the first" Namjoon laughed a bit, coming from a corner. "Well it's the first to be the real" Yoongi smiled. I hugged him ignoring Namjoon's negative commeng.

I felt his arms wrap around my waist. Jungkook coughed loudly grabbing our attention. "Get a room!"  Taehyung acted disgusted. "Maybe we will!" Yoongi grabbed my wrist and pulled me through the hallway.