The Marriage Assignment [4]

Chapter 19, Terin Returns with a Drunk Yoongi

[ YOONGI'S P.O.V.]

2 weeks more. 2 weeks pass, maybe even more and so much has happened to me.

I saved the day, held a gun, and riled on brotherhood to manage a safe trip back home. ["Perverted Hero" reference]

Namjoon. Namjoon's girl is back and the child in his ex-fling's uterus grows to be called his. The leader is not only a father-type to the maknae's around him, but now genuinely engrossed with the reality of Jules and baby Kennah coming to be. His girl is saved, they're happier than ever, and I find my interests moving to Jin.

Jin has been gone from the house. He had been stressed and didn't eat for a while. Jimin swore he heard a female's voice in the eldest's room once. It was obvious Jin and his girl (and we all knew he had one) fought, possibly even broke up for good. But knowing the way Jin strutted out today, it was obvious the man wanted her back and was going to make it a possibility.

Jung Hoseok, well—that man's story was a fairy tale ready to be written. Engaged, a father, and now happily functioning as a family, I remember hearing his fiancée come over one night. The same night I snuck out to get to Terin's hotel again. Peering with open ears, the act of possibly having a Yeri#2 seemed to be playing in Hoseok's bedroom.

Speaking of Terin, she was in my life more frequent than ever these past two nights. However, the mornings and days were filled with you and only you. I didn't know why I spent a lot of time over at the new condo, but it felt right to be there—talking, learning, and catering to wider conversations is what I liked best with you. You challenged me, you challenged my mind and beliefs...I found comfort in the ability to debate and grow as an intellectual alongside your hip—on that L-shaped couch of ours.

One thing I always note is how close you get to me,
how close your body heat touches mine,
and how you look at me—
those eyes of yours. Her eyes.

There was a want in your eyes, an admiration, and every time I looked at them and found such a stare, I ran. I cleared my throat and ran with an excuse. This resulted me in still, not taking you out for a tour of the city, and a tour of the building. I could tell you were getting impatient, but my mind shot to avoid and stay in denial.

Her eyes.
That admiration.
Her eyes.
Her eyes.
Guilt guilt guilt.

Here,
here I am now.
Drinking away gulps and gulps of liquor to cleanse my thoughts. I don't want to be thinking about you, nor do I want to be seeing your eyes in the woman I plan to sleep with tonight.

But no matter how much I blink or drink, when I look at Terin next to me, cuddling by my side and kissing my neck, I can't help but think of you. Sighing internally when she hits a sensitive spot near the loop of my earlobe, I wince away.

"That tickles."

Terin smiles, cupping my cheek and kissing my wet lips that drape in nothing but alcohol. "Has anyone told you how adorable you are when drunk?"

I burp in her face. She shrieks away with scolding eyes. "Behave mister."

With a child-ish smile, I sigh and nod before letting my hand slip over the glass bottle I chug. Hearing her swiftly panic before it falls to the floor, Terin takes it and places it at her bedside table. With the rub of my shoulders, she brings me down to the bed underneath her and straddles my lap.

I'm too drunk to get it up, feeling her grind, feeling her lips suck and tease mine. Nothing works, and I snort with cute laughter by her mouth when she pecks away, upper lip twitching in annoyance to the fact that I mistakenly spit in her face. "Sorry," I mumble, adorably sinking into the pillow she has be on.