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[08] Hot Date?

The position we were in was so... intimate. Our breaths mixed between us as our foreheads remained connected. His face had such delicate features for someone who could be so savage on stage. I needed to occupy my hands before I yanked him to my lips by his hair. I doubt he would appreciate that.

Or maybe he would. What the fuck do I know?

Maybe he would appreciate me making a move, since he had been pushing his way into my bubble for awhile now. But the slimmest chance of rejection had me jittering in fear and confusion. Want and apprehension. I wasn't confident enough about his intentions to dare take more from him than what he had already freely given.

Instead of grabbing him by the back of his beautiful neck, I shoved my hands under his coat and wrapped it tightly around myself. My sudden action surprised him, but it was the sound of something hitting the floor that triggered a look of panic on his typically stoic face. I turned around, disconnecting our foreheads and found the object in question that I had accidentally jostled out of his jacket pocket. Unable to help myself, I gasped in surprise.

A box of condoms.

All of a sudden, everything made sense. Well almost. Obviously that was why he was alone in the hotel lobby. Condom purchasing probably wasn't in his Manager's job description. What didn't make sense was how he remained relatively calm this entire time if he had a sexy rendezvous waiting for his return.

I looked back at Yoongi, holding the box out to him. To my amusement, he cringed and hesitantly took the box out of my hands.

"Hot date?" I smirked. He tilted his head but his reaction remained the same, not understanding my attempt to lighten the mood.

"Uhh.." I tried again. "Yoja?" I pointed at the button for his floor. Luckily 'Girl' was one of the few Korean words I actually knew.

Yoongi awkwardly smiled, rubbing his free hand on the back of his neck. I noted that he had yet to remove his other arm from my shoulders. Finally, he nodded, apprehensive of my reaction.

I snorted. "Sorry, man!" I said between laughs. I playfully punched his shoulder. When he got over the initial surprise, he began to chuckle as well. He must have expected me to get upset, but he wasn't my oppa. I just felt bad for the guy being stuck in this death box with me instead of getting some back in his hotel room after a concert like a normal rockstar.

Bet she's Korean. And tiny. I sighed at my own shitty thoughts. I knew they weren't fair but sometimes I couldn't help myself. He sensed my mood change and leaned in towards my ear, lips lightly grazing the shell as he spoke.

"It's ok." He murmured, placing a hand on my knee.

"Oh?"

His slowly slid his hand up and down my thigh. I looked up at him, shook to my core. Yoongi looked down at my lips while biting his own. He started to close the gap between us.

Oooh.