As Yoongi's mouth is devouring her, she can't help but wonder about her feeling.
Devouring is the correct term as that guy is not pressing his lips against hers only. No, no. Min Yoongi sucks, bites, and nibbles her lips and his expert tongue is reaching out to places that makes her stomach knots.
She should hate him for this.
She should hate him because he forces her to be in a relationship that she doesn't want to be in. She should hate him because he is using her love for her parents. She should hate him because he threatens Taekwoon's hard earned position. She should hate him because he thinks that he can come and rule her life as he pleases.
She should.
She groans inside her head and thinking of bitch slapping herself into oblivion.
Yeri forces her mind to see her rational side. It's more than a little difficult to do when his tongue does wonders inside of her cavern, but she manages.
This is a one track relationship. Anyone can see that this man has no blood and tears inside of him. Anyone can see that this is just a business contract for him, one that can quench his thirst but after that she will be tossed back to the street.
She has to hate him to protect herself. Having feeling other than hate will only be a recipe for disaster and she has enough of that in her life.
So she puts her hands on Yoongi's chest to distance herself, pulling her from the pool of desire that is starting to spread like wild fire inside her body.
Her lips feels tingled. She bet it is swollen if she looks into a mirror now.
Just like that god forsaken night they spent together.
If that night doesn't exist, their path will never crossed each other and her world will stay the same. Unnerved and unbothered by a hurricane that is Min Yoongi.
What is it that this guy has that makes her feel she has bipolar? She wants to slap him at the same time she wants him to craddle her and never let go.
Yeri likes safety. She wants everything in her life safe and controlled. Min Yoongi screams the opposite. He is a walking danger. Even a naive will agree with that and Yeri is far from naive. She has seen and tasted things, bitter and sour things, in her life. She has endured many hardships and problems.
So she knows nothing can prepare her for Min Yoongi. So she decides to not be attached.
This is a business and let's treat it like one.
Yoongi doesn't say a thing but his eyes are searching for some answers. When Yeri snaps her head to the side to avoid him, his jaws clench.
"Rule number one, Im Yeri, you will not deny me of anything I desire, anytime I want," he says quietly.
Yeri's head snap back to meet him. "That rule makes me as good as a whore!" she hisses, forcing her way out of his embrace.
The thought of treating it like a business flies out of the window.
Yoongi closes his eyes. "Don't...," he pauses to collect his breath and his patience. "Don't ever fucking say that you are a whore, Yeri. You never was, never is, and never will be, a whore."
"Then tell me, oh almighty Min Yoongi. What job can describe your rule number one perfectly other than a paid whore?" she sneers.
Yoongi's patience is streching thin.
He knows she is right in some way and he knows he hates her degrading herself for some reason, but he has to insert that rule.
In this short amount of time that they are together, Yoongi knows that Yeri will slither her way out of his grasp if he doesn't. She is smart, too smart for his own liking.
