Breakage [ On Hold ]

Chapter-15

He just stood there, smirking at me. God, the things revolving around his mind made me quiver.

He took two steps towards me and leaned in, smiling. He told me that almost everyone in college thought that he's some kind of a savage, but I was allowed to see his babyish self too.

"Rach?"

"Hm?"

"You've been staring at me for a long time, what's going on in your mind?"

So that's how it feels when you don't know what exactly to answer. I had a bazillion things to think about, the fact that this is my first relationsh- WAIT.

I looked at him, and he was eyeing me with concern. I wanted to ask him what exactly we were, but you need real balls of steel to open your mouth to ask a question as basic and stupid as that.

"Nothing" I said finally. I wasn't ready to ask him that you know, sound like an A grade dork. I looked at my phone and got up, walking towards the washroom. Yoongi smirked and walked behind me. I wanted to tell him to stay back because I wanted to seriously pee. My bladder was almost on the verge of bursting, so I hopped into the washroom and closed the door on his face.

Five minutes later I walked out, and saw a black crop top (which probably belonged to Selena) along with a mini skirt. I raised and eyebrow and looked at yoongi, who was grinning. I picked the skirt and inspected it. I swear if I bent down wearing it, the whole world would get to see my button ass.

"Yoongi I can't wear this! It too.. short."

"Are you denying me?" He said, shooting up an eyebrow. I froze. Score on getting myself into trouble again.

"No i-" in an instant he was standing in front of me, grabbing my wrists and pinning them to my back. I was dead scared to even look upto him.

"Turn around."

"But-"

"Turn around, Racheal."

I turned around, hesitating. He was hot, but when he got all bossy I swear I wet my pants. He pushed me forward, pressing my cheek to the wall, my arms pinned at the small of my back. I felt his hand skimming my bare skin above my jeans, and his fingers unbuttoned them. I took a shaky breath and tried to look at him through the corner of my eye. He slid them down and rubbed on my bare ass, gently.

His touch felt soothing, until he raised his hand and spanked me. I yelped and pressed my head further into the wall, groaning.

"Moral of the story, don't ever deny me."

I bit my lip, and his hand landed on me again, harder this time.

"I can't read your mind Rachel, answer me. Will you ever deny me again?"

"No. I-I wouldn't."

He rubbed it gingerly, and I felt myself relaxing. He grabbed my waist and turned me towards him, his lips dangerously close to my nose. I could still feel the burning pain on my back, but I ignored it.