This Wild Love // Yoongi

Coke, Twister, Flirts...Oh My

What a poorly lit room...

With the metal door shut behind me, I can barely see five feet ahead. I try making out a few objects nearby, but my eyes are still used to the sunlight from outside.

I hear the scraping of a knife against tile somewhere to my right.

"Yoongi, get the knife away from the kitchen floor!" a voice whines. "You know it kills me!"

Yoongi's friend flips a switch. The room is illuminated in bright white lights. The house seems relatively quiet, but...the scraping of Yoongi's knife continues from behind a half-closed wooden door.

Is this...normal?

While I'm distracted, Yoongi's friend grips my shoulder, and his husky voice tickles my left ear. "Who are you?"

Without turning around, I say, "Y/N."

"What about your last name?"

"My last name? Why would you need--"

"Last name?" The grip on my shoulder becomes like a tightened clamp, terribly strong and slightly painful.

"C-Cho."

The grip on my shoulder vanishes. "Make yourself at home. Don't go downstairs. Don't leave."

That's it?

Still blinking in the newfound light, I rub my eyes and turn around. The blood in my veins rushes to my face, undeniably battling the power of lust while absorbing the appearance of the beautiful man standing before me.

The first thing that catches my eyes are his broad, hardened shoulders, built for a man who can carry the burden of the world without cracking under the pressure.

He stands tall and proud with his muscular, toned thighs. His chest is the guilty owner of a six-pack -- his abs only shine more brilliantly against his tight shirt under the lights from the ceiling, which help to define each corner and curve with meticulous detail.

I can't find a place to start with his hair. His chocolate locks caress the tops of his eyebrows, just barely coming up far enough to let me look at his deep, mesmerizing eyes which boast the same shade as his hair color.

My brain wants to say the shining is coming from the white lights, but my heart wants to say it's coming from him, beneath his exercised muscles.

I would be lying if I claimed I didn't like what I was seeing.

"T-That's it?" my mouth takes over. Voicing my thoughts seems to be my way of responding to this...situation.

"I'm Kim Seokjin. I'm sure you already know Yoongi." He turns his head to look at the wooden door, unintentionally giving me a wide side profile of his chiseled neck and jaw. "Try not to do anything funny."

A loud crash occurs downstairs. My hair stands on end as two voices start bickering.

"Why the hell did you do that? The red circle, not the green one! Red!"

"It's not like I could reach the red one with your chubby legs in the way!"

"Hey, don't make fun of my legs! They're toned, hyung! Toned!"

"Hahaha, right. Get out of the gym, alright? Come hang here more often."

"Says the hyung who doesn't go at all."

"Hajima! I can point a gun pretty damn well! All you can do is wave your two grubby hands. Yah, yah!"

Another loud crash startles me into grabbing Jin's arm, but I immediately snatch my hand back in embarrassment when my hyperactive mind remembers how gorgeous he is.