Borahae (BTS reverse harem)✔️

No More Dream

"You took your clothes off," Yoongi quickly explains, although I hadn't even asked how I ended up in just my bra and panties. "You wanted to take the rest off but we wouldn't let you. Then you fell asleep."

I nod. "Oh. Uh, thanks."

"We thought someone should stay with you tonight to make sure you were ok." He chuckles nervously. Then he goes over to the dresser and grabs a stack of clean clothes. "Sorry. I, uh, thought you'd still be asleep."

I watch as Yoongi maneuvers his boxers under his towel and pulls them on. Then he slips his shirt over his still damp body. A pair of pajama pants go on after he whips away the towel. It's odd that he's being so modest. I've seen most of him already and he's seen all of me. Maybe this is yet another attempt to put some distance between us. But that doesn't explain why he's here when there are six other guys in this apartment who wouldn't mind being naked around me.

"Yoongs?"

"Yeah?"

"Why are you here?"

He frowns. "What do you mean?"

"I mean..." I swallow, a sudden pang of rejection seizing my chest. "You obviously dont want me to see you naked. And other than those times in LA, you don't seem very interested in intimacy...at least not with me. And that's fine. I just don't want you to put yourself in a situation that makes you uncomfortable."

It's true. Since we got home from Los Angeles, and especially since I overheard him and Hoseok that afternoon, Yoongi has been hot and cold with me. He'll give me sweet, almost chaste kisses every once in a while like he's trying to placate me, but he never makes a move to take things further. He's also been spending more time at his studio at night, as if he's purposely trying to avoid me knocking on his bedroom door at night. And dammit, it hurts. I don't know what else I can do to make him see how much I love him. If he doesn't want sex, that's totally fine. I just want him. And I don't want him to feel pressured to do anything or be anything other than the man I fell in love with.

Yoongi pads over to the other side of the bed and sits down. "I'm not uncomfortable," he insists. "And the other members didn't stay with you because I wanted to."

"You did?"

He nods. "You kept saying you wanted to be touched, and the other members... You were begging and they wanted to give you whatever you asked for."

I flush with embarrassment. "But not you...you don't want to touch me." I fail to mask the childish hurt in my voice.

Yoongi shakes his head. "I never said I didn't want to. But I wouldn't have when you were like that."

"Oh...thank you." My gaze falls to the sheets gathered at my waist. My lace-clad breasts are exposed but I don't care enough to cover them. Still, I should probably put on some clothes. If he doesn't want me to see him, I doubt he wants to see me.

"Ask me now."

I lift my head and turn to Yoongi, a frown dimpling the space between my brows. "Huh?"

"Ask me now, Violet. Ask me to touch you now."