sunflower // m.yngi

10, don't cry

(may be more sexual content in this chapter, just fair warning 😉)

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you feel embarrassed.

you didn't mean to get emotional right after you came, but he was staring at you with such love and adoration that you got scared. he's never looked at you like that. not once. and suddenly he claims he knew you were in love with him and he's staring at you like you put the stars in the sky.

your emotions got the best of you.

your tense shoulders continue to stay locked in place as the scalding hot water pounds against your back. your wet locks trail down between your shoulder blades and your legs feel blanketed by the constant stream falling down every inch of your skin.

you rushed to the bathroom when you started to sob, excusing yourself while feeling completely embarrassed for your emotional outburst. he stared off at you in silence as you disappeared, too far away physically and mentally. he wanted to ask if you'd let him join you but he knew you needed distance.

you try wiping the remains of your tears as the water washes away the clouds in your mind, vaguely wondering if he's still waiting for you in your bedroom.

fear threads through your body as you hear your bathroom door open and close quietly. your eyes stare wide through your shower curtain, noticing first the ash hair that you tried escaping. your mouth falls open but words completely fail you. the tears threaten to fall again.

"y/n, can we please talk?"

your name coming from his skilled, damned mouth brings shivers to your body all while your emotions begin running ramped all over again. you can't even muster a glare at the silhouette of the man who's caused you to be this way, because part of you really wants him to pull the curtain back and kiss every tear off your face.

you're terrified of how easily you can forget that you were once tragically in love with him. how easy would it be to convince yourself that you never stopped?

"please go away," you force out through your quivering lips. it's barely above a whisper because of the loud shower head but you're sure he heard you because he sighs.

"you're crying... i can't go away."

you frown. "yes you can. pretend you didn't see it. go back out and go home."

"i won't."

you can't muster the strength to be angry at him for being so stubborn, so you force yourself to look away and focus on the shower you were taking. only the relieving moment is completely ruined when your thoughts become a reality.

the shower curtain squeals in protest against the rod in the ceiling just as Yoongi steps into the tub and pulls the curtain back into place. you gasp and move away from the stark nakedness in front of you, your heart pounding in your chest. he quickly reaches out and snatches hold of both your wrists, pulling you into his body and holding you so close that your noses barely touch.

you whimper, trying hard to pull away but to no avail. "stop, yoongi, this isn't a game."

"i'm not trying to play one," he rasps, eyes watching your mouth and brows pulled together in a focused, worried expression. he must see the red puffiness of your eyes.