Into the Flames

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

A/N: Jess this ones for you! :3 MUAH!

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Five days later and I am still blushing incessantly over the way Yoongi had proposed that we 'practice' making babies. In the end, he played it all off as a big joke, but I can't help the way that it has stuck with me. I feel incredibly stupid. And yet I can't help but wonder. Yoongi has been so patient with me, never pushing me past what I am comfortable with. But how long will he wait? And why did the idea of him moving on gnaw at my insides, festering until it feels likes it could explode from within me? What is this feeling that has pervaded my being?

A sudden knock on the bathroom door startles me, causing me to almost literally choke on toothpaste. Yoongi's voice carries through the door, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" I splutter as I recover from my near brush with death. My right hand is holding my throat gingerly, while the other is braced upon the sink as I suck in copious amounts of that pesky little thing called air.

"You don't sound fine! I'm coming in!" He yells, just before the door is literally ripped open. Wood splinters from the door as Yoongi comes crashing in. "Jagi!" He shouts as he spots me. He rushes to my side, wrapping his arms around me in concern. "What's wrong? What happened?"

"I'm fine," I wheeze. He lifts my face, forcing my eyes to gaze into his own. I take a moment to collect my composure before proceeding with eyes still nearly the size of saucers. "You startled me, and I was brushing my teeth."

It is so rare to see this side of Yoongi, the one that blushes, but I feel as if I've been given a gift from whatever gods may truly exist as he erupts into one of the biggest smiles I have ever seen, complete with a vibrantly rosy hue in his cheeks. He erupts into a sheepish and almost bashful mess and it is so glorious to see that I can't help but lose myself in this moment with him. As he buries his face in the crook of my neck, his arms wrap around my body in such a comforting way that I almost feel as if I could become a pile of melted mush.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, breath tickling my neck and sending shivers down my spine.

It is such an indescribably odd sensation that is flooding through me now. My limbs become stiff and alert, as if danger were approaching. And yet there is something that feels almost sinister swimming in my belly, writhing and coiling within, waiting to strike. Goosebumps bloom across the slightly pinkened skin of my exposed arms.

"You smell so good, jagi," he all but moans into my skin which is becoming rapidly more and more sensitive.

I cannot stop the breathy moan that escapes from my throat in response. It feels so good. Somehow his body seems to be breathing life into mine, and it aches in a way that makes me feel drunk and giddy. I barely feel Yoongi tense beneath me, so lost am I in the sensations overwhelming my senses. And just as I succumb to the sweet temptation of it all, Yoongi steps away from me with an awkward shuffle.

"Hurry up and get ready, we leave at noon," he groans.

As Yoongi makes his grand escape sporting an awfully stiff gait, I stare at the door, dumbfounded. What just happened? And why am I left with this nearly painful craving for more?

By the time I reach the bottom of the stairs Yoongi is waiting for me. He looks so very handsome as he leans against the doorframe with his ripped jeans, black t-shirt, and messily styled hair that he takes my breath away for just a moment. Barely concealed within his eyes is a burning, dark, and dangerous look as he appraises my form. Though I blush, I am grateful that I decided to go with the pale green sundress after all. Initially, I wasn't sold on it, since the sleeveless nature of the frilly dress leaves my freckled shoulders exposed.