- yoongi's pov -
i flinched when he placed his hand on my thigh; we must've been- close.
"so i forgot everything, huh?"
"i guess."
"i feel bad- it feels like you were someone important to me."
"its on me. i never should have left," he sighs, looking at the ceiling. "im sorry, i really am."
as he looks at me, he leaned closer, shutting his eyes.
i guess he waited too long.
when he opened his eyes, i was still in the same position, staring at him, wide-eyed in confusion.
"im sorry- but what were we?"
"oh- rightttt; you forgot," he says a little exasperatedly, holding his neck awkwardly and swiping his tongue over hus plump lips.
i hate to admit- that was hot.
"um- i was your boyfriend." he says, staring at the floor, then at me.
"bOYFRIEND!" i yell, swatting my lap.
he nods his head. the look in his eyes made me feel a little sorry for him.
"we must have loved each other very much, huh?" i thought, still watching him glance at me then at the floor- and then at me again.
"so- im gay."
"half-right, babe. you're bi." he grits, resisting the urge to laugh.
"babe?"
"mmhm."
"im sorry im not used t-"
he leans in, this time a little more sure of himself. when i felt his lips against mine- i surprisingly kissed back.
i felt warmth.
his lips brushed mine. not innocently, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding. i had wanted to pull away-i didnt. i could no longer think straight. "i missed you." he whispers slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them. i smile, my heart fluttering at his voice as i clasped my hands on either side of his face.
we pulled away, breathless, and i ask-
"so, jimin, tell me- who topped?"
