Basketball: BTS Yoongi ff

Part 40

My head pounds as I walk to Jimin's house the day after the party, my white vans on my feet. The sun burns my eyes and makes me feel nauseous despite the sunglasses on my face, my face completely free of makeup as well.

I am wearing my classic hangover clothes, loose light blue jeans and a baggy sweatshirt tucked into them. The main part of it is pink, one of the long sleeves pink as well. The other sleeve is white, giving it a cute and sort of artsy vibe. My hair is up and in a messy bun, me way too lazy to even think about doing anything else with it.

I can't help but cringe as I think back on what happened last night, my heart speeding upon just from the memory. There is no way I can tell Hyung Seok what happened, sweat forming on my forehead just from thinking about how hard he would hit Yoongi if I told him.

Its not even the fact that Yoongi kissed me that has me so worked up. No. Its the fact that I kissed him back. A small, drunk peck turned into a full on make out session that I'm pretty sure lasted the rest of the night and went into some of the morning, the hickeys and slight bite marks on my neck and collar bone confirming my guess. No one even payed any attention to us as we went at it, which is surprising seeing how far we went.

No, we didn't lose any clothing or anything serious like that, but we did kiss; a lot. I can still remember the way his lips felt against mine as his hand pulled on my hair, the hot noises of our mouths disconnecting and reconnecting filling my ears. His lips tasted like mint while his tongue tasted like the beer he had been drinking, the combination of flavors and scents making my head spin. It had been extremely steamy and fast-paced, the kiss unlike anything I have ever experienced before. 

I flush as I remember how hot it had been, trying to shake it from my mind. And his hands, oh god his hands. They had gone all over my body, my skin tingling wherever he had touched. I had surprised myself by wanting more of his touch, it as if my body was aching for it. I had to remind myself that I had a boyfriend in order to pull away from his touch, my mind a jumble of different thoughts and feelings as my drunk self tried to figure out what the hell had just happened.

"Good morning" Jimin says sleepily as he answers his phone, mine pressed up against my ear as I wait for him to wake up. 

"Jimin, its three in the afternoon" I say with a roll of my eyes, looking up at the curtains covering his window. "Never mind that, can you please open the front door? You were supposed to leave it unlocked for me and its not."

I smile as I hear him curse to himself before the call is disconnected, him obviously getting out of bed to come and open the door for me. I texted him when I woke up this morning that I was going to come over and he said that he would leave the door unlocked since his parents were out of town. I guess he forgot and went back to sleep instead. 

"Sorry about that" he says as soon as he opens the door, moving out of the way so that I can enter. I take my sunglasses off before scanning his body, my eyebrows creased as I look him over.

"Put a fucking shirt on" I say with a scoff as I roll my eyes, walking up the stairs and towards his room. I normally wouldn't care at all because Jimin has an amazing body, but I feel like I would be betraying Hyung Seok even more than I already have in the past twenty four hours if he stayed half naked. 

"Whatever, I'm doing it" he mumbles before pushing past me to enter his room, pulling a shirt over his head as I sit down on his messy bed. I bite my lip as look down at my hands, suddenly feeling nervous.

"You're my best friend and I can tell you anything, right?"

"Yeah" he says while holding the word out, him eyeing me skeptically. 

"And you won't tell anybody, right?"

"What the hell dude? Did you kill someone or something?"

I shake my head at his stupid remark, looking up at him as he stands in front of me.

"Last night" I say before pausing, somehow unable to get the words out. "Yoongi and I......we kissed."

"You kissed Yoongi!?!"

I wince at the harsh tone of voice, it incredibly high. I find myself shushing him even though we are the only two people in his house right now, feeling more nervous than I did the first time I got my ears pierced. 

"Actually it was more like a make out session" I pause again, trying to remember how long it was that we were kissing. I know it was a long time but I don't remember how long it was, my head starting to hurt the more I think about it. "For like an hour or something, I forget."

I pull down the high neck of my sweatshirt and he gasps in shock as he steps closer to me, his fingers tracing over the marks Yoongi left.

"He fucking bit you dude" he notes as if I didn't already know that, causing me to roll my eyes once again. I pull him down so that he is sitting next to me, holding onto his hands as I do so.

"Under no circumstances are you to tell Hyung Seok anything about this" I say seriously, watching as his eyes widen as he nods his head.

"I won't. He would probably kill Yoongi if he found out" he says while he looks at me. His eyes suddenly narrow as he studies me, his head tilted to the side as his eyes move around my face.

"Do you like Yoongi?"

"What!?! Me??? You have got- I would never-" I huff as I try and calm myself down, not sure why I got so flustered by Jimin's question. "No, I don't like Yoongi. I'm in love with Hyung Seok, you know this."

He frowns even more, leaning closer as if he is inspecting something. I can't help but lean back as he gets closer and closer to my face, his eyes still narrowed in thought.

"Well, you didn't seem to regret what you did when you were telling me about it."

My eyes widen as my cheeks heat up at what he just said, it suddenly growing hot in his room. He's right though. When I was telling him about what happened all I could think about was how my body seemed to vibrate with energy when Yoongi had kissed me. I hadn't felt sorry about what we did at all.