Hanahaki - BTS Fanfic #Wattys2017

Old Habits Die Hard

WARNING: Sexual content/Explicit

It was strange, I'll admit, waking up in Yoongi's arms.

Sure, I've woken up in Jimin's arms before, at least while we were happy and together. I've even been in Taehyung's arms, back when we were best friends, and we'd watch movies together, snuggling on the couch and making such obnoxious comments we couldn't even pay attention to what was happening on the screen.

But Yoongi?

Months ago, at the very beginning, he'd be the last person I'd consider for this sort of thing. And that includes Jungkook, and he's like a little brother to me. That is until he spilled the beans and shared information of Yoongi's love life, which spiraled to the position I'm in now.

Yoongi's arm was curled around me, and I squinted towards the morning rays that spilled over the white hotel sheets. I shifted a bit, trying to sit up. Evidently, Yoongi woke up, and our eyes met. 

The experience we had was awkward at some points, ultimately. But that's what was to be expected.

But the other parts?

The other parts were oddly exhilarating.

I felt so naked to him, and not just because I quite literally was that. I felt as though I was giving a piece of myself to him like I was being tied to him. A bond different from any other that we've experienced together was being tied, and now the effect was irreversible.

Yoongi's half-lidded eyes glanced to me, and he sat up as well, propped up on his elbows. I felt my breath hitch.

His hooded eyes bore into mine as he stared up at me, his hands on either side of my waist, firmly gripping me as I rocked myself against him. He bit his lower lip, grinning and tipping his head back into the pillows, letting out a groan of pleasure. I giggled, my hands firmly pressed against his chest.

"I told you not to be so i-impatient," I huffed, smiling to myself. "And you were so angry when I laughed."

"Only you'd laugh so hard before sex," Yoongi laughed, letting his hips jerk up, causing a shock to jolt between my legs in pleasure. My breath hitched, and I felt myself tense around him, my walls clenching down, causing the older man to hiss beneath me.

"You t-tripped over your own jeans," I panted, moving again. "How could I not laugh?"

He gave a husky laugh, his hands sliding down to my hips, and his grip a bit harder, where they'd leave bruises. "You'd better be glad you didn't ruin the mood back there, Gi."

"Sure thing," I roll my eyes.

Yoongi gives me a cocky smirk, and before long I find him slamming his hips up into mine, and I had to stabilize myself on him, though I felt as though I was bouncing.

"F-Fuck!" I gasp out, tilting my head back as he started digging his nails into my hips. No doubt there'll be bruises, but I didn't care. All I cared about right now was how Yoongi was going harder, finally hitting the right spot in me. "F-Faster, please."

He let out a small moan, but obliged nonetheless, slamming up into me with as much force as before, but faster. I found my eyes roll back and slapped my hand over my mouth to stop myself from moaning too loudly, though whimpers of pleasure escaped from my lips nonetheless.

Yoongi creeps one of his hands from my hip to go to my clit, and as I bounce upon him he rubs against it, causing my toes to curl.

"Come on, baby," Yoongi says lowly to me, his hooded and lustful stare ravishing on the view I gave him. "You look so pretty like this, riding me. Come on, fuck, baby. You're doing so well, come on."

I threw my head back, as he started rubbing faster circles, and his hips were snapping up in a way that caused me to mewl.

"Yoongi!"

"I-I..." I stammer. "G-Good morning?"

"Morning to you too," Yoongi grumbles, though a small smile plays on his lips. "Relax. It's not like it's some random one night stand where you accidentally spent the night."

"Yeah," I murmur. "You're right." My mind wandered, and I stared up at the man. "Are you feeling any better, by the way?"

He grunts. "Yeah, I mean, a little. There's still that feeling, you know? Like when you feel it resting in the pit of your stomach or in the back of your throat, just waiting. You know?"

My frantic and beating heart pained a bit. "Y-Yeah, I get it."

He smiled at me, pulling me closer and kissing the top of my head. "That's what I like about you, baby, you always understand me."

My heart leaped at the pet name, and I found my eyes widening a bit. "I-I've gotta go get ready, I'll take a while." I scramble out of bed, grabbing some clothes from my backpack and slamming the bathroom door behind me. I locked it, and spun on my heel, finding myself cradling the toilet bowl.

-

I managed to hide the illness from Yoongi for four days. I was sure on the fourth night he was asleep, but I guess I was a bit too loud, and the moment he opened the bathroom door I forgot to lock and saw the cherry blossoms scattered around the toilet and on my lap, something within him stirred and changed.

"Oh," is all he simply said.

"Yoon-" I began, getting up.

"No," Yoongi said quickly. "Trust me, you've got to get some rest. I'll leave you be."

He knew. And there was no way I could deny the cause of it.

"Thank you for understanding," I mumble, trying to choke down the rising petals.

"That's our thing, right?" Yoongi says. "We get it. We understand each other."

"Yeah," I stammer. "No matter what."

"Just come back to bed when you're done," Yoongi nods, about to close the door.

"Yoongi!" I exclaim, keeping my hand over my mouth. He turns around, glancing to me. "A-Are you still... sick?" I ask hesitantly.

His eyes glaze over, and he digs from his sweatpant pockets that he had been sleeping in, a small pile of petals. "Yeah," he says quietly. "Unfortunately."

"Damn Hoseok," I murmur to myself, closing my eyes as I walked to the door, closing it in the boy's face.

The next morning Yoongi wasn't anywhere to be found. His stuff was gone, and so was his car. He left me here to fend for myself, in the middle of a city I hardly knew. He was such a coward.

But I guess that old habits die hard. He won't stop running from his problems, hoping that a few cities between could seperate him enough from his misery.

And I was a fool as well, and my habits were still reccuring. I was still falling for the men I could not have, and I was still suffering greatly because of it. 

But here I was, where the one's who still have pieces of my shattered heart are but miles away.

And I was more broken than ever.