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[10] My Hope

Tears stung my eyes as I came to terms with my unintentionally denied orgasm. The elevator began moving upwards at a steady pace. Yoongi helped me stand and fixed my shirt before gathering me in his arms. "Sorry." He whispered in my ear as I pressed my flushed face into his chest.

The lights in the elevator flickered on. I looked up at the flashing floor numbers and realized we were only two floors away from Yoongi's. I buried my face deeper in his chest, resolving to be thankful for what was now truly the best night of my life, head and shoulders above the rest.

I sighed as the elevator dinged, the doors parting surprisingly smoothly.

Yoongi pressed the hold button as I picked up his coat, hat, mask, condoms and phone from the floor and tried to hand the items to him wordlessly. He didn't accept them, focused on something outside the elevator doors. I looked up to see what it was.

Jung Fucking Hoseok.

I squeaked, stiffening. He was walking towards us in an otherwise empty hallway. My bias in the flesh was walking towards me, smirking.

Yoongi and Hoseok exchanged quick efficient words that I didn't understand. At one point I heard Yoongi say 'ARMY' and 'Noona' with a shrug, which earned a bright mischievous grin from Hoseok. Yoongi's hand was on the small of my back. I'm sure he felt me shaking as I looked up at Hoseok in wonder.

"Hi!" Hoseok said, finally making direct eye contact with me. I felt Yoongi's arm wrap around my waist possessively.

"H-h-hi." I managed back, temporarily losing the ability to form words.

Hoseok raised his hand up towards me purposefully. It took me a moment to realize what he wanted. It almost looked like he was inviting a high five, but his fingers were spread. Carefully I mirrored his hand with my own. He closed the gap, intertwining our fingers. His eyes sparkled as he slowly waved my hand back and forth and squeezed. When he released me, I almost sighed from relief. Any more Bangtan skinship tonight and I really would be in a body bag come morning.

Hoseok's eyes darted down to the bundle of Yoongi's belongings in my other arm. He smirked. I followed his gaze to find the box of condoms prominently displayed on top. I gasped. Mortified, I looked back up.

Hoseok winked. He winked at me. It was enough to turn me bright pink.

Abruptly, he spun away from us, strolling down the hallway without another word. I groaned and buried my face back into Yoongi's chest, desperately willing my blush to disappear.

If god is merciful, I'll get through this goodbye with a shred of my dignity intact.

Slowly I peaked up at my Kpop bandit, prepared for a quick farewell. It may have been cut short, but I never was going to forget this evening.

"Goodbye, Yoongi." I sighed, into his eyes meaningfully. That earned me an unexpected gummy smile. It was probably the first time I had said his name out loud all night.

"Noona..." he replied, gathering me back up in his arms and kissing me sweetly, until I was breathless. I gripped his biceps to steady myself. I must have dropped his belongings at some point. He pulled back. His hands held my face as I panted dizzily with my eyes closed.

Wait, hands? One... two-

I jumped at the sound of doors closing and gears grinding once more.

He let the doors close! Why did he let the doors close?

I looked at Yoongi with wide questioning eyes. He kissed the tip of my nose as his hand slid down to brazenly cup my ass. He leaned in to my ear. "Alone?" He asked lowly before pulling back and grinning.

"Alone?" I repeated blankly. Is he asking if I'm single?... No, it's way too late for that... maybe he's asking if I'm staying in my room alone?! Fucking hell. Is he... are we... doing this?

"Room? No one there?" Yoongi clarified, confirming my interpretation.

"Alone, y-yes..." I choked out as the elevator dinged at my floor, doors opening as if there was never a mechanical issue in the first place. My hands were shaking violently while we re-collected all the items from the elevator floor. Yoongi followed on my heels as I nervously lead him to my room, heart thumping harder than it had been all night. I didn't know that was possible.

His hands were stroking my sides as I fumbled trying to locate my room key in my bra, face hot and body vibrating with anticipation.

As soon the door was closed and the deadbolt engaged Yoongi had my back pressed against the door, attacking my neck. I moaned loudly and dropped everything on the floor again.

Yoongi abruptly stopped, pulled back and looked at me with his head tilted. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Confused, I tilted my head the other direction until I heard it.

"Daydream, daydream..."

"Fuck!" I whispered and launched myself out of Yoongi's arms at my phone, ripping it from its charging cable and quickly pausing the music that had been playing all night in my absence. Hoseok's voice immediately disappeared, replaced by an awkward silence. I stood by the bed with one arm wrapped around myself, my other elbow resting on top as I held my face in shame.

I heard a low chuckle very close and a gentle hand pulled mine off my face by my wrist.

"Hobi thinks you are cute."

I looked at Yoongi with disbelief. Did I hear that right? "Really? He said that?"

Yoongi chuckled again and nodded. Still gripping my wrist, he pulled me flush against him. His other hand grasped the back of my neck. He kissed me softly at first but deepened it right away. He broke the kiss only to place a series of them along my jaw and down my neck. He lightly nipped at my collarbone with a growl. "Mine."

I felt an explosion of butterflies in my abdomen at his claim.

Don't worry Yoongi, my bias list has been completely and unequivocally wrecked.