*Jeju night 2*
(Y/N's POV)
If there's anything you took away from yesterday's War of Hormones episode, it's that Jungkook stomps around like a little kid when his temper is out of control.
"Guys! Guys!" Namjoon nearly somersaults over the couch when charging into the common area.
Yoongi and Jin, the hosts of this mid-day hangout, thrash sharp daggers of discipline at the red-faced and huffing boy. Jin's lips rip apart, pumped with fiery words but Namjoon steals the spotlight.
"Big news! I just got a call from Park Seoyoung's assistant, we're invited!"
Hoseok practically sky-rockets out of his newly bought Nike's with his mouth permanently frozen in an o. "No way! She invited us?"
Namjoon nods. "Yeah. The theme is masquerade, so we need to go purchase our outfits." His gaze shifts to his wristwatch. "Like right now."
A party with one of Korea's most acclaimed painters?
Not to mention one of the most prestigious?
Heat tingles your visage as a swarm of butterflies bat around your stomach, ramped with anticipation for the night.
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"Everyone, let's meet back at this spot by 3. No later okay?" Namjoon lowers his hat, Hoseok resting his hand on the assertive leader's shoulder.
"Hey! Wait for me you assholes!" Seokjin plows through the remaining crowd and chases after the two who abandoned him.
Jimin exchanges glances with Taehyung, snuffing out any lingering chance of a shopping trip featuring all four of you. Taehyung smirks, "Sorry, I don't want other honeys checking out Jiminie's backside."
Jimin's cheeks flush red and he instinctively covers his backside. "You're such a pervert!"
"Be thankful it's just me and not Jungkook." Taehyung slaps the back of Jimin's fuzzy blonde head and strolls off.
You spin around and muster an exhausted smile, "Just me and you huh?"
"Well when you say it that way..."
Something insides go all rollercoaster-fuzzy-like when Yoongi's almond eyes caress yours. His fingers grab at a tuft of his jasmine hair, twirling it between them. Soon, his gentle smile graces his face.
"Sounds like fun!"
"Oh, where's-"
"Jungkook and Minhee?" he sighs, reading you like an open book, "They left a while ago. No point in waiting around for them, right?"
"Makes sense." Your tone brushes off as semi-conflicted.
An afternoon without fretting over Jungkook, the walking nuclear bomb of unpredictability? Score!
Yoongi flinches as your fingers nip at the sleeve of his leather jacket. "Let's go get you a kickass suit Yoongi."
"Not until we get you a kickass dress first, mademoiselle."
A strange thumping progresses to a thundering crescendo as Yoongi envelopes your hand within his, stooping down to satirical bow and planting a kiss on your knuckle. As his lips zip away, the apples of your cheeks fire up a lurid rouge.
"Did you just use french on me?"
He chuckles and spins around, swaying with the elegance matched solely by a broadway singer. "Maybe. It's my magic trick."
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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...
