oh, yeah. i forgot. 'come down as soon as possible, dinner is nearly finished.'
i unlock the door and walk downstairs. this huge stairs are quite terrifying. i walk into a room which i think is the living room?
i look around, my eyes searching around for yoongi and the food. i'm fucking starving.
"looking for me?" i hear a husky voice whisper into my ear, giving me prickly goosebumps on my skin.
"y-yoongi," i choke.
he wraps his arms around my waist, enveloping my body into his. i feel his hard chest against my back.
my body jumps in his arms, my skin vibrating with caution and shock. i push him away, turning around to face him.
"yoon- hey- i was looking for you. b-but you found me!" i fumble on my words, adjusting my towel.
although, it seems he isn't actually fucking listening to me right now. i try to engage eye contact with him, despite how awkward it is.
i notice his amused eyes that flare with keen observant on my stupid appearance. my lips blew with a frown as i watched him steadily.
i quickly break the eye contact.
he doesn't spare a second after that, bursting into low chuckles. he's the one who gave me these clothes. what did he expect.
my self-esteem? non-existent.
he grins at me playfully.
i roll my eyes, scoffing.
"c-come," he stutters, still slipping out a few giggles.
he grabs my wrist and leads me into the kitchen which then showcases a door that read, 'laundry room'.
he pulls the blanket from my waist and throws it aside.
with that, he squats beside my bare legs.
His soft and silky hair grazes my knees. my legs slightly wobble, feeling the cold air whiplash against the bareness of my legs. they were free and stood out.
he walks to the washing machines, one of them were on. my eyes follow it in circles and in a way, i feel like it's internally screaming at me to run.
run.
now is a good time.
run. what are you waiting for?!
fucking run!
your legs are fully exposed in a house alone with a boy, run!
but my body stood still, feeling frantic.
"ah!" yoongi tuts, wavering a pair of black shorts in my face. it's my shorts that i wear under my skirt.
"there wasn't space to put them in, so here," he says.
finally, the roaring courage that built up in my system broke.
"thanks!" i throw my right arm in the air in a lousy attempt to retrieve my shorts and run up the stairs - somewhere where he isn't - to avoid the embarrassment.
i take a few steps, soon realising the shorts aren't in my hand. fuck.
but that failed immensely, grinding that courage to vulnerability. my arms fall to my side.
i try once more to reach out for my shorts. but his hands lock onto both of wrists like handcuffs.
he throws my shorts in air and they fall down onto the nearby counter like a feather.
he steps closer to me and my mind replays the blushing scene from earlier on. my eyes space out into his brown-chocolate ones with his gazing orbs that pierce into mine.
he pushes me against the wall. he looks at me up and down, his eyes sinking and trailing all over me. he encloses the space between us.
"you know, it's very seducing that you're dressed like that." he whispers in a husky, hoarse voice in my ear.
prickly goosebumps paint my skin.
his lips draw onto my ears, nibbling and licking on my earlobe. i shiver, disgusted yet seduced.
my ears grow red. i feel hot and paralysed.
he starts to bite hungrily onto my ear, blowing on it as he moans in satisfaction and delight.
his knee parts my bare legs, pushing forcefully towards my crotch. my shirt rises to reveal the red panties, which peak out.
he snakes an arm around my waist, and the other? it makes its way to my thigh.
his hand massages my inner thigh as it slowly went further up. i gasp.
"where the the bottoms i lent you?" he grins mischievously, mesmerising me.
i choose not to answer.
my head mentally deletes my thoughts, trying to focus on this one thing.
on trying to get outta here.
his knee draws further up my crotch, hitting me sensitively as a soft moan creeps from my lips. i squint my eyes to avoid eye contact from him.
how am I suppose to leave in this position?
a sob leaves my lips accidentally to hear a small chuckle ring in my ear. and somehow, it sounded pleasant.
i look up to find his signature smirk plastered on his pale and dazing face. my cheeks fluster.
i move my eyes to his lips. those delicate lips were the shade of rosy pink, making it full on tempting.
the irresistible urge pulls me closer to wanting to touch his lips with mine. but i quickly pull back. hell no.
but i cant help it. i lean in again. i wait for that moment. the moment where he kisses me - his lips attached on mine and my lips attached on his.
my eyes gaze upon his many black stands of hair hiding on his pale forehead. i move closer into his smirking face to kiss him. his lips purse pleasingly, urging nearer to my lips.
wait, is this actually happening-
just as i move in closer, i purposely bump heads into his out of fear.
"what the fu- that fucking hurt!" he winces, exchanging painful eye contact with me. soon, it turns into a glare, sending a cold shiver down my spine.
"ow," he rubs his forehead, which showed a red bump. i look at it as a opportunity.
i take a hold of my shorts before sprinting as fast as i could, the fastest i have even been in my life. i dash towards the stairs to his room, locking it behind me.
i'm so exhausted with all these feelings. these stupid butterflies. my heart wavers.
why am i feeling this way?
N/A:
this is so bad i'm sorry-
i tried to make it bearable.
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「18+」mr.piano :: myg
Fanfiction❝ i see you in nothing but a towel wrapped around your body, you can't expect me to do nothing to you. next time, don't act so surprised, ❞ yoongi states as his irritating, signature smirk appears on his face. ❝ anyway, you forgot the shower scrub...
