Our Rain Soaked Bodies | YOONJIN

2. I WANT YOU MORE THAN I WANT TO

YOONGI ALWAYS WAKES up when Seokjin leaves the bed. It had became a habit; they fuck like they can't get enough of each other in the night then Seokjin leaves him without a word while Yoongi pretends to be asleep in the morning.

He always tempts to pull Seokjin back into his arms and convince him to stay. But he lets him go out of his reach anyway, out of his bed and out of his door.

It's not like Yoongi is asking for a husband, sunset wedding at beach and a sappy honeymoon. But whenever Seokjin smiles at him with the scrunched nose and playful eyes, or when Seokjin gasps his name out with his nails digging into his back, Yoongi's heart jumps up into his throat and clogs his air flow. It's ridiculous.

He knows Seokjin wants nothing but sex. Okay, maybe they do eat together, watch movie and do common mundane things that's considered what friends do, but every time they end up on same bed, drenched in sweat and moans filling Yoongi's bedroom, then Seokjin never stays, runs away like a thief at the whisper of dawn. So, Yoongi never asked more from him.

If Seokjin wanted them to stay like this, Yoongi will just shut up and enjoy what they have till it inevitably ends. That was only reason why Yoongi keeps his eyes closed, allowing his heart to beat slowly till Seokjin heads out of the front door, closing it softly behind him. He will see him again.

Hopefully.

Yoongi immediately grabs his phone from the nightstand and unlocks it by a reflex just to find himself lost in the chain of actions. Lately his body has been moving on its own, such like picking out a fallen lash off Seokjin's face, patting down Seokjin's hair strand that's been sticking up to wrong ends and eyes lingering on his lips longer than it's necessary. And now, Yoongi is fairly sure that he was about to dial Seokjin.

He kicks his innocent blanket out of frustration, then proceeds to lay like a dead across the mattress.

His phone slides off his hand, Yoongi didn't even flinch at the loud clang as it hits the hard floor. Its screen is probably still intact but at that moment Yoongi doesn't care. Because all he's thinking about is how pathetic and smitten he is for Seokjin.

A month and half ago, he wouldn't have even imagine his heart swelling with the thoughts of Seokjin's face, laugh or his personality. It was all some games till it was not.

And now Yoongi was toeing the dangerous line of emotion he never intends to reciprocate.

The phone vibrates loud on the wooden flooring. Yoongi doesn't know who was calling but he dives off of the bed's edge like a mad man before his legs even untangle from the blanket. He ungracefully lands on the floor, his knees and elbows catching the fall before he could face plants it.

When he sees its Caller ID, a pang of disappointment churns in him that Yoongi lets out a groan directed more to himself. Of course, why would Seokjin call him right after he sneaks out of his place?

"Hyung! Guess what?" Namjoon's voice rings from the other end of line, way too cheerful in the ungodly hour of time.

"Why are you even awake at this hour?" Yoongi replies, his voice is raspy, thick with sleep on the contrary.

"Oh, because i didn't go to sleep at the first place." There is some shuffling noise over the line. "I just finished my song. i really really really need your opinion on this."

Yoongi lets out some more groaning in lieu of reply, just because. He knew that his fellow producer has been working on this one song for several days now. Yoongi doesn't even remember its name but as his close friend, Namjoon has never disappointed him before (his miscellaneous destructions excluded) so Yoongi suppose that he can spare a minute from his sleep and look over the song.

But first, he needs a coffee. Yoongi gets up from the floor he almost face planted, pretending nothing embarrassing happened, and paddles to his shabby kitchen. "You do know that it's 4 in the fucking morning?"

"I know and i am sorry. But hyung—"

Just as Yoongi was about to pull out his grinded coffee out of the cupboard, he notices and stops to stare at the coffee machine that's already brewing a pot. And he definitely did not prepare that.

A smile nearly cracks his lips; seems like Yoongi didn't notice Seokjin slip into his kitchen this morning.

"Hyung, please." Namjoon's exaggerated plea snaps him out of a daze. His gaze snaps back to a small blinking dot of the machine, indicating as it finishes. But instead of pouring himself a cup, Yoongi just stomps back to his bedroom.

"Okay." Yoongi says to the phone, trying to convince himself to forget about Seokjin's small gesture. "You're lucky that you're cute."

It meant nothing.

At least to Seokjin.

"You're the best! I will send it to your email!" Namjoon says, and with a promise of treating him next time, he hangs up.

Yoongi throws his phone onto his bed that no longer looked tempting without Seokjin in it, and gazes out of his window.

It is raining outside and just by looking at it, Yoongi felt drenched already.

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