Min Suga

EIGHT:

Four days later...

She was with them during their tour in Hong Kong and every time she had to interact with them, it hurt. She tried to be civil with the rest of the group, but found herself slipping into a silent depression. She only functioned enough to do her job, then she would break down and stay in her room. Tears were never shed, phone wasn't touched when it would go off, just an aching emptiness in her chest.

She had given another MA the task of doing Suga, Namjoon and Jins makeup while she took the other four. If he ever tried to catch her eye or talk to her, she wasnt aware of it. She never looked up, she never paid attention. She was deaf to all outside noise.

She had left after the final make up touch ups and headed back to her room. Every time they ever traveled, she always paid extra so she had a room to herself, never liking to share a room with some one. She flipped on the t.v. and lounged in the bed, watching the screen blankly. She looked at the clock and saw two hours had past and it was now ten at night. Pulling herself to the shower, she stepped in when the water was still scalding, hissing against the pain, but didn't step out, eventually getting used to it.

She slowly washed her hair and body, trying to find the energy to keep going. She managed to dry herself and slip on a robe before there was a knock at her door. Sighing, she wrapped the robe tighter and headed to the door, nearly yelling in irritation when they knocked again but harder.

Whipping the door open, a curse on her tongue, she found herself immobilized when his lips crashed into hers, his body pressing her back into the room, his foot closing the door. Pushing him away enough to catch her breath, she glared at him.

"What are you doing?"

His eyes were animistic and dark, sending shivers through her body. "I don't have time for this petty shit."

He grabbed her, crushing their lips together, ignoring her as she weakly fought him, his mouth dominating hers and forcing hers open, his tongue snaking into her mouth. Groaning, she bit his lower lip angrily. Hissing, he tore at the robe as she pulled his shirt off him, inhaling a freshly showered Yoongi.

The robe fell from her shoulders, pooling at her feet; his lips were on her exposed skin, biting and sucking along her neck and shoulder, his hands gripping her tight against his clothed erection. She began to struggle against him and he pushed her back onto the bed.

"I hate you Suga."

He laughed darkly. "No, you dont." Slipping his pants off, he pulled her towards him by her ankles, spreading her legs, admiring the view before him.

"Don't touch me!" she struggled against him weakly while her hands wandered him, missing the feel of him, knowing her words made her a hypocrite while her body longed for him.

Pinning her arms, he rested between her legs, his thick erection rubbing against her wet pussy. "You like my touch, Mara. I can feel how wet you are."

"Why are you doing this?" she felt angry tears well up. "You dont even fucking like me!"

He kissed her harshly, thrusting into her, stealing her breath as she gasped. Growling against her skin as they fucked angrily, her nails digging into his back, his mouth against her skin, every pain they caused each other only increased the pleasure, spurring them on.

"You are mine," he breathed into her ear, thrusting hard.

"No." she moaned, arching her back. "I stopped being yours."

Pulling back, he spread her wide and lifted her hips, using the new angle to his advantage as it caused him to brush against her gspot. Grasping her breast, his other tightly holding onto her hip, he fucked her tirelessly.