sunflower // m.yngi

2, i didnt ask you to be here

one year before

you stared at Yoongi with an amused glint in your eyes, heart fluttering at the way his pouty lips jutted out just for you. neither of you were terribly aware of how close you'd come to each other over the last hour and a half working in the dance studio but it wasn't like you minded.

"don't pout. it's not cute." it was, but you were damned if you were going to tell him that.

"no? you don't like when I do this?" he shamelessly flirted as he pouted obnoxiously and leaned forward.

you laughed and pushed him away, butterflies fluttering in your stomach at his closeness. you used not to feel this way about your best friend, not even close, but lately he'd been spending a lot of time with you and you had convinced yourself that his smile was your most favorite in the entire world. it was easy falling for him, hard to conceal those feelings with him around.

"don't run away, y/n. I'm not done pouting at you."

you shrieked as he reached out and snatched hold of your wrist, roughly yanking you right into his eager grasp. a gasp fell from your shocked mouth, your body stilling as his knowing, experienced hands slithered around your waist.

he'd never touched you like that before. not even once. not even accidentally. so the fact that he was pulling you closer and his eyes darkened upon searching your face made all the air leave your lungs. you were so confused despite a large part of you wanting to embrace whatever was happening.

"w-what are you-"

he leaned close, breath fanning your cheek as his lips brushed your skin right by your ear. your heart raced as his next words left his soft, inviting lips. "you look good today, y/n."

your cheeks reddened. "t-thanks, but-"

"did I ever tell you how hard it is to resist you sometimes?" he interrupted, his feet moving and his hands tightening around your waistline as he gently began pushing you backwards.

to say you felt like pigs were flying right about then would describe the amount of bewilderment you were experiencing at his behavior. you'd been friends for so long that nothing had ever occurred romantically until you went and fell for him, but you'd known that nothing would ever come of it. Yoongi didn't feel that way about you and you knew he probably never would. you were fine with loving him from afar.

"you always smell so good," he growled the moment your back met the mirrored wall behind you. within seconds, his body was pressed against yours and his dark eyes roamed your face and stared down at your lips, wanton. you felt like you were naked beneath his stare.

"Yoongi, I-I don't know what's gotten into you, but-"

his hands suddenly left your waist to tangle in your hair, silencing you as his lips brushed yours. you weren't breathing by then but there was nothing you could do about it.

"shut up," he said hoarsely before his lips were hot on yours and he was consuming every breath left in your body.

you weren't sure what had gotten into him but your reaction spoke for you: hands fisting the collar of his thin white shirt, lips molding perfectly and smoothly with his, body arching so that you were as close to him as you could get.