Unhinged (M.YG x reader)

- 18 -

You did give it a try. For a while.

A citrus smell blending in with the one of freshly washed linen greeted you as you entered the brightly lit room. You had officially been discharged after spending five days in the care of Dr. Kim. You were finally free to eat normally and go back to what was now called your room.

That is, your new room.

During your convalescence, Yoongi had taken upon himself to have the room across from his renovated and redecorated for you. The both of you.

A fresh start is what he had decided upon. And since he feared you getting out of his sight again, he thought it best to keep you even closer. He also needed you to see him for what he could be, not what he already was.

You lamented the unnecessary move all the way until you reached said room, but now that you were in it, you actually really liked it. It was simple and modern and held your precious memories from home, and none of the bad memories of your stay in this house. Maybe this could be a way for you to cope.

'Cope with what though? With the fact I am here against my will? Why am I still here anyway if he has my father?'

Your head had been in a jumble since you had kissed him two days before. You could not deny the attraction you had towards the man, nor the way your body craved for him.

However, you still did not exactly know where to stand with him, no matter how much you tried. It felt like you were walking on eggshells with each breath you took.

'What does he expect of me? Why doesn't he kill me? Am I disposable once he gets tired? Will he just snap one day?'

Yet, when his arms circled around your waist as you were breathing in the air of the room, you closed your eyes and enjoyed the warm and somewhat familiar feeling of his body against yours, the one that held you every night as you went to sleep since you got back.

'Why me? Why someone who ran away from him? Is this some mind game? Is he just crazy?' Nevermind. He is crazy.'

His breath gently kissing the skin of your neck behind your ear was just as intoxicating as his smell, the one you now associated only with him. The one that made your knees weak. The one that accompanied you into dreamland every night. The one that greeted you when you woke up every morning.

"Do you like it?" His low voice resonated in the deepest depths of your soul and body and you subconsciously leaned your head back into him.

'Why does he always affect me so much? Why do I want him to keep dotting on me like that?'

"Yes, thank you."

His lips latched themselves onto the skin of your exposed neck, sucking it gently, eliciting a low moan and shivers from your body. You had missed this, more than you wanted to admit. You wanted more of him. More of what he made you feel.

Your hands reached behind you and grabbed his thighs, pulling him closer to you, making him smile into your skin. He moved his hand from your waist to catch both of your wrists before circling them in front of your waist again.

He slowly trailed kisses from your neck to your ear. "Babygirl is eager already?" He whispered with a deep voice just barely short of a growl.

'Babygirl? I thought he dropped the pet names.'

As if he had read your mind once again, he continued; "You have yet to receive proper punishment, so for today, you are my babygirl." The way he growled the pet name in your ear had managed something you never thought would have been possible; you had liked it.