Listen, Little Kitten [COMPLETE]

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He stood up dusting the sand off him and tugging his hood up but leaving the hoodie zip undone as he pushed his bottle of beer into the sand keeping it upright before heading over to her.

He gently sat next to her and looked out at the ocean with her until she decided to speak, the breeze making their hair gently sway and dance as the comfortable silence enveloped them in their own little bubble away from the drunk rowdy boys around the fire that turned into hazy background noise, the only real sound that reached their ears was the crashing of the waves against the sand.

Yoongi broke the silence in the end, curious to know what she was thinking about. He already admitted he was developing feelings for her back at the house and he couldn't help but want to know what was on her mind, because he cared.
"Hey, come here." He said gently as he patted he space between his bent legs and she shyly obliged. He noticed her chilly skin against his torso and pulled her closer wrapping the open hoody around her a little and he rested his forearms on his knees, his tattooed hands hanging in a relaxed fashion as Yn was trapped in his little fortress away from the others.

He watched her head move a little as she watched his hands and pulled his right hand into hers as she used her dainty hands to open his big one and inspect it.
"What's on your mind?" He asked and he could feel the hairs on her body stand on end at his deep voice in her ear.

"How many people have these hands killed Yoongi?.." she asked him quietly as her thin fingers traced the outlines of his tattoos on his own fingers before gently linking with his and his heart started to beat faster as he answered back as honestly as he could.
"I...don't know."
"How many people have you beaten up?"

He wasn't sure what was bothering her or why she was asking these questions but he continued to be honest.
"To many to count..." and she nodded her head gently as she took in his answers.
"Do you ever feel, like, guilty after you've done it? Does killing and beating people make you feel bad?"

He thought it over for a moment. Looking at her small figure surrounded by his, her small pale fingers interlocked with his large tattooed ones.
"No." He answered quickly and honestly. That one was easy for him to answer and required no thought.

He glanced down as Yn leaned to the left a little and glanced up and over her right shoulder to meet his gaze. Her pretty face was just inches from his, sparks flying as her soft pouty lips were close to his, just seconds away from kissing.
"I need to tell you something. I don't want to feel the way I do, but I like it, I probably should have told you that I want this bad, but I'm still indecisive because of what our world is like kitten." He wasn't even sure why he was saying this to her. It would probably confuse and upset her but what she responded with shocked him.

Her (e/c) eyes searched his dark ones for a second or so more before her lips came against his. This kiss wasn't like her normal ones, she'd not kissed like this before. It was soft, gentle and it had some sort of meaning hidden in it. He unlinked his right hand from hers and placed it on her right cheek as she continued to kiss him gently, her hot tongue slowly brushing against his until she eventually pulled away and hid her face in his neck as he chuckled and held her close. His beautiful Kitten was embarrassed.

"Yoongi? I need to tell you something.." she murmured into his neck and he grinned, knowing what was coming next, he could tell from the way she kissed him.
"Mhmm."
"I...I can't even say it."
"Yeah you can..." he teased as she remained hidden in his neck.
"I can't!" She retorted un able to look at him.

He let it sit silent for a moment until she felt brave enough to look at him again and he was wearing a cocky smirk.
"You're in love with me aren't you Yn?" And in the moonlight he could see her flush red as she nodded and moved till she was sat facing him, her hands covering her face.

Who could be this cute? This innocent? He was definitely her first love and something in him felt ridiculously proud. He gently removed her hands from her face and tipped her chin up till she finally looked at him.
"I know you are. It's kinda obvious..." he smirked as he bit his lip and she tried to thump him but he grabbed her wrist.
"Now now, out comes the tiger!" He laughed, glad that he'd managed to get her back to her feisty self and comfortable again.

He stood up and tugged her to her feet.
"Cmon' you shy little thing. Let's head back to the others." He chuckled as he walked back, his mind and his heart feeling a little lighter, knowing nothing serious was bothering her, just her first confession.