Warning: This chapter contains profanity.
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(Y/N'S POV)
What kind of viking spirit convinced your mind it was a good idea to come to this?
The pigment seems to leak from your skin as you gape, horrified at the insanity of the skating rink that the boys of course thought would be the perfect place for your back to die!
Your gaze slips to Jungkook.
Just perfect.
How the flipping heck can you concentrate with that coco-head around?
It's like every time your eyes fall on him, they anchor oh-so-conveniently to his rouge-driven artistically traced lips.
So soft...
You recall the way his lips fit into the crook of your mouth like a missing puzzle piece, pleadingly tugging at them and stopping occasionally between movement for oxygen. Heck, even the way he licked your bottom lip afterwards just to get a rise out of you!
As heat rushes to your tingling skin, your bury your head into Yoongi's steady shoulder.
This is all that idiot's fault!
It was your first kiss for crying out loud! Even if you desperately wanted to, it's not like you're going to forget it as if it's a mere detail in a Shakespeare play. This is practically a life crisis for a girl who's never had mouth-to-mouth action before!
Out of all people why was it that bastard?
"Y/N," An angelic chuckle freezes your mental beratement, snapping you back to your laughable reality. "What size are your feet?"
"Huh?"
Yoongi smirks, gesturing to your snug converse. "It's going to be hard to skate in those."
"O-oh! Right." A sheepish smile crawls the corners of your lips. After telling Yoongi your shoe size, the boy trots off the front desk and returns shortly with a pair for each of you. The world around you seems to shatter upon observing the complexity of them.
Noticing your uneasy fidgeting, Yoongi pauses mid-tying his laces. "Need help?"
As if this couldn't be embarrassing enough, you have no choice but to nod. Gently, Yoongi adopts your left foot into his palm, sliding the skates down to your ankle delicately as if he would break you any second. Then he does the same with your right. Clutching the laces, Yoongi loops them into a pair of bunny ears, playfully flopping them toward you before knotting them tightly.
"Thanks." You giggle.
"Now let's go. We better get back before they really make up some saucy rumours about us." Fingers flowing after the other, he gracefully extends his hand and it anticipates the intertwining of your fingers.
Flustered, your eyes shakily pardon his. He returns the gesture, equally nervous like a high-school boy on a date. However, his calm, soothing smile encourages you wordlessly.
A jolt of electricity pounces through your fingertips as your skin grazes his. All the surrounding murmurs begin dying out, replaced with this timeless stillness. It was as if the moment had been framed in time and the two of you were peering through another universe.
With him at your side... And no one else.
His cinnamon eyes soften up to a gingerbread.
As the panic rushes through your core, you find yourself at total loss of words.
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Desire... Or Blackmail? {EDITING}
Fanfiction"T-that's sexual assault." He lets out a dry chuckle. "The only assault you'll be feeling... is my tongue... gliding against another set of your lips." He leans in close, his lips curving into a somewhat mocking smirk as his voice continued to sere...
