Beneath the lies - Min Yoongi

Chapter 14

"I heard that you and Jungkook are close?" Sejin asked nonchalantly as if he was talking about the weather, his voice indicating exactly what kind of 'close' he meant. You struggled hard not to let your surprise show.

How does he know about this?

Oh.

You started to chuckle, your gaze wandering to the ceiling, "Define close?" you asked, eyebrow cocked, before continuing, "Did Ramyeon tell you that?"

"Who's Ramyeon?" Sejin asked in confusion, his brows furrowed.

"Sujin, Sijun, Sinju, whatever, one of the trainees, Jungkook's ex."

Sejin began to laugh silently, now understanding why you had called her ramyeon. "We should probably change her hair," he mumbled to himself.

"But how I know doesn't matter anyway," he said, clearing his throat, his voice more serious than before. So it was her. You chuckled bitterly. Little brat...

"We're just pretending in front of her. So he doesn't have to deal with her, the others know about that too-" you rambled and Sejin lifted his hand a bit making you shut up. He slid his phone over to you, a picture of you and Jungkook passionately kissing taking up the whole screen.

Wait. That was not even an hour ago how- That b*tch.

"Seems like a bit more than pretending doesn't it?" he asks softly, an eyebrow risen.

You remained silent for a minute, not knowing how to defend yourself. If you didn't know any better you'd say without a doubt that the two people in the picture were involved with one another.

"Okay, so, what I'm going to do, is just remind you of one of the clauses in your contract. Clause 34. b: Your relationship towards the BTS' members should be strictly platonic, romantic involvement must be strictly avoided so both parties can fully focus on their work."

You gulped lightly. That's what you get for not fully reading the contract. God damn it.

You nodded silently and looked at your shoes. Am I going to be fired?

"Since I know that Jungkook's probably mainly responsible," Sejin sighed with a soft smile as if he was talking about his own son, „I'm going to let this slide. Let it be a warning. But if I hear of more I can't guarantee-"

"Thank you," you breathed relieved, making Sejin's gaze soften. "Now leave. You have a photo shooting to film," he said with a smile, which made this whole conversation more seem like a light scolding from a father than your boss telling you that you f****d up.

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A week later, Friday, 11 p.m

You strode down the hallways of the apartment, phone in your hands, illuminating your face while you read the next chapter of a wattpad fanfiction. Yes. You were completely guilty of reading BTS fanfictions. Not gonna lie, you mostly read the ones with Yoongi, it just felt weird to read about the others since the stories tended to go a little further sexuality-wise... You would never forget that week where you hadn't been able to stop analyzing Namjoon's and Jin's behavior around each other, just because you had read a fiction shipping them together. Suddenly a thought came to your mind making you stop in your steps for a second. Do some of the boys read fictions about themselves? Nahhh. They don't have time for that type of stuff. Okay actually... In the car... They're a lot on their phones then. Maybe? Imagine tho... You shook your head with a chuckle before continuing to read and walk to your room.

The male lead was finally about to kiss the protagonist. Awwwwwwww. I've been waiting for this for sooooo long.

You opened the door to your bedroom, not bothering to turn on the light. The bedside lamp is already bright enough.

Wait.

I didn't turn on my bedside lamp.

You looked up from your screen your jaw dropping at the sight in front of you. Yoongi was standing in front of his bed, his back facing the door where you stood. WRONG ROOM. He didn't seem to have noticed your entrance. And as much as you just wanted to quickly turn around and leave without him noticing, you couldn't. You were frozen in place, not able to take your eyes off his shirtless back. Although Yoongi had never been the completely 'ripped' type of person, the recent hard comeback training had definitely added definition and muscle to his body... Your eyes trailed over his back muscles, prominent in the dim lighting as the shadows emphasized the curves on his smooth milky skin. You thought you'd combust in place as he started to roll his shoulders, throwing his head back tiredly. Does he want to kill me?

But Sadly, Yoongi decided to turn around, ending your little private spectacle which put you in quite the awkward situation. He seemed surprised to see you there, frozen in the doorframe staring at him with wide eyes and red cheeks. You probably looked like a flustered schoolgirl walking into the boys' changing room on accident... His eyes squinted slightly, a smirk appearing on his lips. "How long have you been standing there Cherub?" he asked teasingly, turning fully towards you, exposing his torso in doing so.

Someone save me. His abdominal muscles... That V line-

Save me NOW.

You were struggling hard not to look at his exposed skin and muscles, only succeeding partially which widened his smirk even more. You bit your lip harshly, cheeks burning red, turning your face to your right to avoid looking at him and his delicious abs. Say something. You look like a complete perv. But somehow you couldn't bring your mouth to utter any correct words.

"You know, you can look all you want. I don't mind," he said slowly, his voice husky, deep, seductive. Oh god, his voice. Stop doing things to me.

Your gaze darted back to him, panic starting to take over your mind. He came closer slowly, coming to a halt just in front of you. His right hand reached up, gently touching your jaw so you would look at him, while his left hand rested on the wooden door next to your waist. "I think this is the first time I've ever seen you at a loss for words," he whispered, smiling seductively. Your heart was ready to jump out of your chest at this point. His eyes intently fixed on your lips, he let his gaze wander up to your eyes.

Your eyes stayed locked on each other. The way he looked at you made shivers run up and down your spine, a twisting and hot sensation starting to build up in your lower stomach.

"You know," he started softly, leaning in ever so slowly towards your ear as he whispered, "you in my bedroom just made this evening so much more interesting." His left hand slid from the door down to your waist, pulling you towards him slowly, as his breath brushed your ear. You felt hot and cold under his touch, your heart beating furiously in your chest. The temptation of running your fingers over his smooth skin was nearly unbearable, you wanted to touch him, kiss him. He had you right where he wanted you. And you knew it.

Your breath hitched in your throat as he ever so slowly backed off of you, a satisfied smile visible on his face. "Good night Cherub," he said softly, before releasing his hold on you to let you leave. Finally able to tear your gaze away from him, you opened the door quickly, darting out of his room.

"I like your nightwear by the way," he chuckled before you could close the door behind you. You looked down at what you were wearing, the blush on your cheeks increasing even more. You were only wearing an oversized shirt... Min Yoongi. What are you doing to me? What just happened in there??? You ran a hand through your hair in frustration, trying to figure out why he was playing with you like that.

Sleep was unattainable after that moment, you laid in your bed, the situation replaying on loop in your mind. His firm muscles rolling smoothly as he moved, his smug smile that was somehow so attractive, his deep voice tickling your skin,... You made it Yoongi. You're all I can think of. Again.