Blood Wars

Twenty

I let out a long yawn and stretch my stiff arms and legs out. I pull the blanket closer to me, because it was pushed down to my waist, and roll over. My face immediately scrunches up when the bright steams of sunlight hit my eyes. I move my left hand over my eyes to shield them and stretch out my right arm. I expect to feel my hand hit a body but it only meets more of my bed and I pull my eyebrows together. I sit up, slowly open my eyes, and sleepily look around. I was completely alone. I must have dreamed what happened last night. I let out a small sigh, slowly slip out from under my blanket, and get out of bed.

I quietly walk over to my closet and pick out a pair of black yoga pants and a big pastel pink sweatshirt. I walk back out of the closet and place the clothes at the end of my bed. I start to take the big t-shirt off I was wearing. I get the end of the shirt pulled over my waist and have it up to my belly button when the bathroom door creaks opens.

I quickly turn around and see a shirtless, wet Yoongi walk out. He had a towel draped over his shoulders and a pair of black basketball shorts hanging loosing on his hips. I flush a light pink and I pull the shirt back down when he looks at me, ruffling his damp blonde hair with the towel.

"Good morning."

I watch him as he places the towel back around his neck, letting his still damp hair fall into his eyes, and walks over to my bed.

"G-good morning."

He sits on the edge of my bed and leans back on his hands. He lets his head fall back and turns it to look at me.

"By the way, you look really good in my clothes."

He lifts one of his eyebrows and smiles.

"Maybe even better than I do."

I knit my eye brows together and look at him, confused.

"What are you talking about?"

He smirks and nods his head at me, gesturing towards my attire. I look down at the shirt I was wearing. It was black. The sleeves came to my mid bicep and the end reached the middle of my thighs.

"That shirt you're wearing. It's mine sweetheart."

My eyes widen and my cheeks darken. I look up him and his smirk grows. I glare at him and let out a harsh breath.

"Why did you put this in my room?!"

I think for a minute then look over at the door to my room. I look back at him.

"How did you get into my room?! I locked the door!"

"Locking it doesn't help if I can pick locks. Plus I have a key."

I give him another glare and cross my arms over my chest.

"I put it in here because you went through a lot yesterday. I just thought you might need something to help comfort you. That shirt is really soft and it smells good, like me. I was only trying to help."

My expression softens a little but I keep glaring.

"That still doesn't give you a right to come into my room."

"Well you wore the shirt didn't you? Plus I came in here anyway so it doesn't make much of a difference."

I open my mouth but no words come out. I can't think of anything to say. I clench my jaw and uncross my arms, clenching my fists at my sides. He stands up and starts slowly walking towards me. He pulls the towel from his shoulders and drops it. With every step he takes towards me I take one back. We continue like this and I start to back into the bathroom. He backs me into the wall and continues towards me until he's only centimeters from me. He tilts his head to the side and smirks at me.

"You're cute when you're mad but I think you might be cuter when you're flustered."

I blush a deep red and put my hands on his chest. I try to push him away but he doesn't budge.

"Aww you think you can push me away. Nice try but I'm not moving."

He grabs my wrists and takes my hands off of his chest. He holds my hands up beside my head. He smirks at me again before quickly letting go of my hands and picking my up. My eyes widen when my feet are no longer in contact with the ground. I quickly wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He lets out a deep chuckle and I can hear the smirk that I know if plastered on his face.

He walks over, carrying me to the sink, and places me on the counter. I let go of him and turn my head to the side. He puts his hands on either side of me but doesn't move. He stays between my legs and just looks at me. I look back at him and my eyes meet his. I blush yet again and his eyes shift to my cheeks before they look back into mine.

"W-what are you doing?"

He raises his hand to my chin and gently tilts my head up and to the side.

"Your neck is still red."

My eyes widen and I try to get away from him. He holds my chin firm in his hand.

"If the mark is still there then so is the memory. Do you want me to help get rid of the memory?"