Leap of Faith: BTS Hyung Line FF

Love Bite

"Your dad called me. Where are you, Winnie?"
"I can't tell you. If you know, then he'll find out."
"He'll find out anyways. You said he has a lot of connections."
"He does. But no one knows where I am. I'm safe. I promise, Hana."

***

Winter sat cross-legged on the sofa in the living room with her little pink dolphin in her lap. Hoseok to her left, and Jin sat to her right. They had put on a horror movie to watch, though Hoseok almost immediately regretted it.

Subconsciously, Hoseok thought Winter would get scared and grab onto him when she was afraid. It was a silly tactic to get some kind of physical affection from her, he knew that.

More than anything, he wound up scaring himself. The movie hardly phased Winter. She just sat there, watching with wide-eyed curiosity. Hoseok was shocked when she didn't even flinch at the scary parts, and ashamed at how hard he flinched himself. Thankfully, Jin also fell victim to the jump scares, so Hoseok wasn't alone.

At some point, before the end of the movie, Winter dozed off. She toppled over, her head falling to rest on Hoseok's shoulder. He didn't want to move or wake her, but after the movie ended, he carefully slipped away from her.

He held her shoulders and led her back into a more comfortable position. Jin pulled the blanket from the back of the couch to lay over her. As much as they wanted to deny it, she was becoming someone important to them, someone they wanted to protect.

"She looks sad even when she sleeps," Jin frowned. "Did she ever say what her father did to her?"

"No. I'm not sure if I want to know. It's only going to bother me."

"I think you should ask. It's better to know what we're keeping her away from, in my opinion."

"Maybe. I'll try talking to her tomorrow. Maybe if we know, then we can help her more." He wasn't sure he'd like to hear her answer, but that didn't make it worth any less to find out what drove her to choose death over life.

He pushed the thoughts aside, tucked her plush dolphin under her arm, then headed off to his own room to sleep. It had gotten pretty late. Hoseok was glad to see her fall asleep first, since he wasn't so sure she always went to sleep.

***

Yoongi went into the kitchen, some time in the middle of the night. He had been up for hours, working on new songs, but finally decided to get some water and call it a night.

As soon as he pulled open the refrigerator door, he heard shuffling to his right. He closed it again to reveal a very sleepy Winter approaching.

"Water?" She asked in English, too tired to translate to Korean. Yoongi understood anyways, then handed her a water bottle of her own. She opened it quickly and took a few large sips before closing it and setting it down on the counter.

"Are you okay?" He asked in English to make things easier on her. Winter just nodded her head, bringing a hand up to rub her eye.

"Bad dream."

"About?"

"His hands," she muttered, dropping her arms to her side. A look swept over her face like she was embarrassed, like she didn't mean to tell him the truth.

"Whose?"

Winter stepped closer to him, tilting her head to the side. He knew she wasn't going to answer his question; she never did. She was an expert at changing the subject when she felt uncomfortable.

"Are you wearing cologne?" She switched to Korean, a little more alert now thanks to her verbal slip-up.

"A little from earlier," he sighed, closing the fridge door again. He turned towards her, drinking from his own water. "You just now noticed?"

He was stunned when she leaned in, her nose and mouth only a couple of inches away from his neck.

"It's nice," she said simply.

"Winter. Whose hands did you have a bad dream about?" He pushed, deeming the topic too important to just let go. Someone hurt her, and he wanted to know if she meant her father.

Yoongi let out a breathy curse as he suddenly felt her lightly nip at his shoulder, or what little bit of it his loose fitting tee left exposed.

"Ya!" He huffed. "What was that for?"

Winter sat back, though she stayed standing incredibly close to him. She shrugged her thin shoulders. Yoongi knew, deep down, she was trying to distract him.

"You smell good."

"Ya, you didn't answer--" He cut himself off when she leaned in again. Yoongi could have stopped her, sure, he could have pushed her away. However, he was a little bit curious to find out what she was willing to do to distract him.

He let out a soft groan as she went straight for his neck. Her lips touched there first, softly, briefly, before her teeth nipped again, tugging lightly at the tender skin on his throat.

"Winter, you-- Aish," he cursed again as she brought her hand up to rest on the side of his neck opposite to where she was biting and sucking at the skin.

Yoongi hated that he wanted to grab her, and that he was sighing with every touch of her lips to his throat. He hated how weak he was around her, how easily manipulated. Still, he couldn't help but want to pull her closer, to pay her back tenfold with his own lips and teeth.

He was shocked by her suddenly intimate touch, but he tried not to take it to heart. She was, after all, only trying to keep him from prying further. Since it was working, she kept going until she was sure he wasn't going to ask any more questions.

"Sorry, Yoongi oppa," she said cutely when she leaned back, wiping at his neck with her thumb. "I think I left a mark."

"Seriously?" He scoffed, bringing a hand up to his cover his neck. "Really, what is wrong with you?"

"I don't know. You just smell good," she shrugged again, turning to head back to the couch. "Goodnight, oppa."

Yoongi said nothing more. He went straight to the bathroom, flipping on the light to see two red marks right beside each other on the side of his neck.

He would have a hell of a time trying to explain that one to the rest of the members. It didn't sound very believable to say she was weird, and that he didn't do anything to deserve such treatment.

The fact of the matter was, no matter how difficult it was, Yoongi had kept his hands to himself. There was nothing to feel ashamed of, or to feel guilty for.

Yet, he couldn't help but be a little ashamed by how much he liked it, and the sighs and groans she brought out of him with just a simple touch.

She was making him weak, certainly, but he could take back control. He wouldn't let her get a rise out of him anymore just to avoid his questions. No, he would either make her answer, or never ask at all. That way, she didn't hold any power over him. Yoongi had no desire to be manipulated again.