Blanket Of Lies || m.yg

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"You still remember that?" She hit his shoulder, laughing before covering herself with more of his blanket.

"Is it bad I do?" he faced himself towards her.

"Yes, yes it is." She lied.

Violet had known Yoongi for a pretty long time now.  Since middle school to be exact.  They've developed...an interesting intimate relationship.  Not that they were dating.  Just friends with benefits.

She comes over to his place just for some sex before she leaves for work and sometimes after her work.  Sometimes they talk about life after, but that was rare.  She just leaves him alone in bed to sulk about how ridiculous he was.  How infatuated he was with her.  Her scent, voice, touch... all of it.  Since that time in middle school he's been wanting to be in a relationship with her, but for various reasons, he stopped himself from doing so.  Even now, he somehow got himself in this situation.  Violet didn't love him; and he knew that.  He was frustrated with his role in Violet's life, yet he loved it at the same time.

"I'm leaving now." Violet pushed off the covers to expose her bare body.  She picked up her clothes and headed to the bathroom humming a song both Yoongi and herself knew.  

"Okay." he curled up into a ball, gaining comfort in his warm blanket.

"Yoongi? Zip me up please."  She walked out of the bathroom with her work clothes on.  

"Sure." He sighed getting up to put on his boxers before coming up behind her.  The royal blue dress tightly fit around her figure.  She put aside her chest-length dark brown hair.  Yoongi's hands traveled up her slender forearms to her shoulders which were partly covered by the cloth.

He wanted so badly to kiss her shoulders and tell her he loved for her to stay and forever be his, but he knew his limits.

Yoongi reached for the zipper, skimming the exposed skin of her back with his fingertips.  Violet wasn't the type of person bothered by the random touches she felt from him since the beginning of their agreement.  All it was for was the sex.  That's what she thought and knew.  She was absolutely positive Yoongi felt nothing for her. 

Through his cold stares and his small smirks, she knew he was just a friend. 

Once Yoongi had zipped her up, she turned and gave him a smile saying, "Thanks.  I'll be heading out then."

Yoongi gave a slight nod and watched as she picked up her purse and strode out the door.  He watched as her legs moved swiftly from under her dress.  It was only moments ago he had those legs hoisted atop his shoulders as he devoured her like a beast.

Yoongi sighed, ruffling his now mint hair before locking the door shut.

How he wished Violet would kiss him before she left.  He longed for her every day after she was gone.  He would wait hours for a text, a call—anything from her to let him know she would come back.  Some days she would come back like he had hoped, other days, she kept him waiting the next day with the intent to destroy her.

He would think about how her lips moved as she said his name, or how she sounded when she moaned his name into his ear.  Yoongi almost shivered at the thought of Violet storming into his apartment and pouncing on him, begging to devour him.

He could do absolutely nothing but share his blanket with her—in the worst way possible.