If You Love Me

Chapter 13: Laughter Is The Best Medicine

"Bad choice... niece girl."

He takes you up and down with a lust-seeking gaze. Along with a shaky exhale, he'd felt his mood had become uplifted as the stupidly charming smile had been erased from your pouty lips. Your eyes went wide, hands trembling as his grip on your wrists tightened.

He chuckles, "Now isn't this provocative?" He mumbles, almost as if he was enjoying the fact you had suddenly become so helpless. He wanted to deny that this wasn't even in the slightest funny, but with the "misfortunate" outcome you had, he was straining to contain a blank face.

You turn your head the other way. "Isn't it obvious?"

Yoongi takes a mocking gasp for air, eyes fluttering open adopting a look of feigned idiocy. He grins, "Please enlighten me."

Your jaw clenches.

Since the first day this man arrived at the hotel, the teasing had been endless. Everyday he'd come up with something new to tease you with, even the smallest things.

Stupid. Min. Yoongi.

In a gaze coated with spite, your orbs make the daring move to lock onto his first. "Well... For one Mister..." You lick your lips, a finger looped around one of the buttons of his dress shirt.

"Think about it... You on top of me... A quiet room. What else is missing besides someone ripping the clothes off another?"

Your voice had been suggestive, one Yoongi had never imagined could come from a set of lips like yours. He never foresaw this coming; deception. He reserved the assumption of the use of that technique for the bolder ones, not... people like you.

It was surprising.

Perhaps you did know how to use some tools better than he thought.

Feeling the affects of your witty attack, his grip on your body unconsciously loosens, his thighs still enclosing your frame with much aggression. A strand of the hair parted from his face tumbles onto his forehead, the perfect weakness for your escape!