We got to the front of his house and, boy was I amazed! It was such a beautiful home, and a lot larger than mine. We were standing at the front door, and the sound of keys jingling rang in my ears as Yoongi successfully opened the door to his "mansion" like home.
"Want anything to drink, Jae Soo?" Yoongi tiredly said while dragging his feet towards what I assume was the kitchen.
"Uh-um just water thanks," I stuttered. Why am I always like this around him?
"Jae Soo, really? We have juice and other drinks too," he replied with a playful chuckle.
"O-oh, oh okay! I'll have orange juice please!" I giggled, but more to myself.
As he was fetching our drinks, I took the time to scan his house. It was completely filled with marvellous paintings that hung up on each wall, an art gallery type of home. The furniture blended so well with the landscape of the house, it kinda made me feel satisfyingly warm inside.
"Jae Soo? Your juice is ready," I heard Yoongi call from the kitchen.
"Yup! Coming!" I quickly rushed back into the area I was last in.... oh my god. I only came to realise that I was standing in front of a shirtless Yoongi! "Yah! Yoongi!"
"Wae?!" He scratched the back of his neck not knowing what the matter was.
"Pl-please put a shirt on!" I was literally squealing at this point.
"Have you never seen a man shirtless before?" He replied, his face now deadpan and his eyes, for once, curious.
"U-uh," I stuttered out, not knowing how to respond, "your shirt, Y-Yoongi..."
He rolled his eyes before folding lean but muscular arms across his firm chest and leaning back onto the bench behind him and smirking down at me.
He hummed slightly, and I watched his dark eyes travel up and down me torturously slow. A burning sensation seemed to occur wherever his eyes met with skin, as I shifted on the spot uncomfortably.
"Have you even been in the same room as a shirtless man?" he cocked his head. I would've found this unbearably cute, especially with his still curious eyes, and I nearly did, if it weren't for the suggestion in his voice and the smirk lingering on his lips.
I felt courage slowly brewing beneath my skin, so I decided to use it and put it to action for once.
"I-I have," I aimed to try to look him straight in the eye but miserably failed, staring at him for a millisecond before blushing and immediately looking downwards again.
"Oh, really?"
I heard the rustle of material and caught sight of him pushing himself off of the bench. I tried not to let my eyes linger on his abdomen for too long but according to the smile on his face widening, I knew I had, once again, failed.
Everything around us seemed to deafen down as his presence moved closer to me until he was all I could feel, although not touching at all. I heard the steady intake of breath escaping his pouty lips before I realised how close he was and attempted to move away.
Suddenly I felt a strong hand grasp onto my waist again and pull me back into him. With a gasp, I just made out my hands clenching themselves together, almost as if they were each others' final grip on reality. With the attempt to calm my erratic breathing and council myself in my head, I completely disregarded his own fast-paced heart beat.
I stood completely still, but felt the movement of Yoongi's right hand fall onto the other side of my waist and caress it slightly. He bent down from behind me and rested his sturdy chin on my shoulder. Through my own fabric of the shirt I was wearing, I could still feel the close proximity between our bodies, and the smoothness of the man's chest against my back.
"You," he whispered, hot against my already-burning skin. I felt him swallow a good amount of air before he started again, his voice gaining a lower octave, right next to my ear.
"You will be the death of me," he finished, just before he used long, slender fingers to grab my chin and face him. I saw, in his eyes, confusion, lust and another form of emotion I couldn't figure out.
Well, damn.
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