ᗪᗩIᔕY- Yoonmin

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Jimins POV

I didn't know what I was thinking. I was warned by my mother to not befriend him. I have heard all the stories about what he has done to people and property. But there was something about him that made me want to know more. Get to know him on a closer level, even if some risks may be involved.

I just have to stay hidden and no one can know. Not even Taehyung and Jungkook.

Yoongi grabbed my hand and pulled me across the street and we headed into town. The lights from different restaurants and shops lit up the street along with the street lamps that towered over us. Our hands stayed together as we roamed down different streets until Yoongi stopped in front of a small restaurant.

"We're eating here." He said in a stern voice and we went inside. Walking inside, the restaurant was pretty simple. A very natural color plate and small menu.

Yoongi and I sat down at a table in the back of the place so no one could see us. There were some other couples here as well, filling up a few tables, blocking us from anyone even more.

"Hello, sirs. How may I help you today?"

"Um, can I have a coffee, black."

"C-can I just have a ice tea, please." The waiter nodded and left out table. Yoongi stayed silent looking at his phone so I followed suit and took mine out.

I saw the clock and remembered that my mom wanted me home at a certain time. I ignored all the text messages blowing up my phone and put my phone on silent so no one could call me.

"Here you are, one ice tea and a black coffee. Would you like to order anything else?" I looked over at Yoongi and shook my head that I didn't want anything.

"Can I have an order of bibimbap and some lamb skewers?"

"All right, it'll be out shortly." And then he left us alone again.

I sighed and look around the restaurant, bored and questioning why I decided to join him.

"So, how long have you been dancing, daisy?" He chuckled a little. "Hmm, dancing daisy. My dancing daisy." The second part of his sentence was said quietly, but I could hear it. Blush crept onto my face.

"Since I was m-maybe 4. My aunt u-used to h-have s-studio and my p-parents let me join. A-after it c-closed, they wouldn't l-let me join a-another one. So, I-i've been t-teaching m-myself." I couldn't stop stuttering and it was annoying.

"Hmm, that's actually cool. Y'know I could never do anything I wanted to as a child. Well, until I decided to take more control over my own life."

"Do y-you have any h-hobbies?" I asked.

"I guess. I skateboard and write/compose music, but no one ever hears it. It's kinda something I just do for myself." He smiled a little when he talked about his music. He continued to explain how he has over 200 records (vinyls) and 450+ CDs. "I don't care that is the 21st century and we have phones that can play music. CDs and records are priceless items in the future. They're so much more valuable than people really think."

"I-i think t-thats cool. M-making music must be hard, though."

"It is, sometimes. When things get messed up or are just really difficult it does get really hard." He turned towards me more. "But the outcome after all the work is really awesome." I was expecting him to smile but he didn't. Yoongi's face stayed the stone expression that is always was.

After he finished talking, the watier came back and placed the food on the table. Yoongi took the chopsticks into his hands and started eating. I just sat next to him, sipping on my iced tea.

A little while had past, his food wasn't done but a decent amount had been eaten. Yoongi asked me if I wanted to order some food but I politely denied. I was hungry, but I just didn't want to eat in front of him. I went on phone afterwards, but after a few minutes I heard chuckling.

"Daisy?"

"Y-yes?"

"We have a little audience, do you want to play with me?" He looked at me through his long bangs. I contemplated it for a few seconds. I didn't honestly know what he was going to do but something in my mind made me want to 'play with him'.

I looked up and saw a older couple looking at us. They were trying to hide the fact that they were, however they were bad at it.

"O-okay." I accepted in a low whisper.

Within seconds of the word coming out of my mouth, Yoongi's hand went to my thigh, slowly rubbing it up and down.

My breath became shaky and inconsistent, but I allowed him to do whatever he was planning on doing.

Yoongis hand stayed in my thigh, causing friction to warm my crotch area. He brought his head up to my neck and buried his face.

His heavy breathing felt odd on my neck but I liked it.

I liked it.

I liked it.

I liked it?

Wow, I really liked it.
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Hello, I cannot believe I'm updating this rn. I took a very long break from writing mainly because I had no motivation anymore. But I think I got it back.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Maybe another will come soon, if I don't procrastinate.

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