Erotica- Yoongi [18+]

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"Yoongi baby, we cant!" Giggled out, Ming took hold of his blonde locks. Trying her hardest to push the man from off her body as he kept her pressed up against the door. The same door being one that belonged to a vacant classroom lingering within the school. Having only the light from outside filter out the space as the man only grinned.

"Oh come on, kitten. . . why not have a little fun—"

"Yoongi!" She couldn't help but cut him off. Unable to deny just how crazy the man was in her eyes as he caught her lips. Feeling the way she smiled with each kiss that grew stronger as the softness of her fingertips trailed down to his neck. Brushing up against the delicacy of his skin that felt so warm underneath her touch. But she loved it. Loved how daring the man was. And how he didn't care to do something so risky. Because Yoongi didn't. Didn't care to fuck his girlfriend in a classroom that someone could walk in at, at anytime. Or have her face bury itself into his neck each time she couldn't resist the urge to whimper out his name. Even if it was then that a knock sounded from the door. Making them both go stiff almost instantly as Ming's startled eyes met with his own.

"Yoongi." He could hear the panic in her tone. And the sudden angst it withheld as the sudden shaking of the door handle began to fill their ears. All while he slowly slid her back down to her feet. Having made sure to keep the girl calm as the door began to open. But he was quick to pull on her hand. Having rushed them out through the second door, only to watch the other one open while their own closed.

And never before had Ming felt so startled in her life. Having slapped a hand across his chest almost instantly as the man took hold of her waist. Pressing the girl up against the wall with a laugh only to watch the way she glared at him.

"See? We didn't get caught, baby—"

"Oh, shut up." He could hear the playfulness in her tone, even if she tried to hide it. But Yoongi was good at that. Was good at making her crack as he buried his face into the girls neck with a smile. Earning the most genuine giggles of his name off her lips that met his own ever so gently. Because Ming knew. Knew the man was something so special to her.

Yet she didn't feel that now. Didn't feel that same type of adrenaline rush the second a knock sounded from the door of her apartment. Because Yoongi and her weren't at school doing something idiotic. Yet were in her bed, completely tangled in a heated mess. A mess that no one was to know about.

"Yoongi." And his name sounded just the way it did on that day they almost got caught. Having been filled with immediate panic as he met her eyes that looked so startled to him. Because he knew. Knew she always saw him as her source of protection.

But the man could barely even register the knock. Having said a set of words that had his mind oh so occupied. Because the sudden I love you that escaped his lips just seconds ago, was the same I love you that had Ming's eyes going round. All while his own filled with tears.

"Ming?" And it was her voice that filled the air. Her voice that was so light as it just barely traveled through the door. Even if it was so late at night for her to be at Ming's apartment.

And Yoongi watched as her lips parted. Making him instantly pull himself from off her body as she put her clothes back on in a hurried manner. Feeling the disgusting amount of angst eating at her soul as she tried her hardest to fix just how disheveled she looked. All while Yoongi took place in the bathroom. Having thought that the girl who met Ming's eyes the second she opened the door, was the same girl still asleep in his bed. But she wasn't. Wasn't in his bed. Wasn't waiting for him to never come back.

"Miso, whats wrong?" Ming could see the redness of her eyes. Her eyes that were oh so puffy. And her eyes that had Ming's heart breaking the minute the girl wrapped her arms around her frame. Unable to suppress the quietness of her sobs that filtered out the space.

But Miso didn't speak. Wanting to do nothing more than keep her body locked against Ming's. Because the elder was always one to bring her comfort during the times she needed it the most. Yet Ming would no longer be that girl. That girl who Miso saw as so much more.

"Why does no one ever want me?" With a sniffle, the younger pulled away. Making Ming gasp almost instantly as she took hold of the girls face. Brushing away the heaviness of her tears that had her oh so vulnerable. Because she was. Was so easy to impress.

"That's not true, Miso." Ming could barely even meet her eyes. Having felt all that guilt. Guilt that was so harmful to ones soul.

"Then why won't he try with me, Ming? Huh?"

"Who?"

"Yoongi." And just like that, Ming's blood ran cold. Having earned a name that belonged to the man in her bathroom. His hands shaking and body slumped down against the door. Because this was all his fault. But he couldn't fix it. Couldn't fix all the emotional wounds he's created amongst others.

"They're all assholes, Miso. . . you know that." She did. She knew that it was risky trying to receive anything more than sex from the men who most women would do anything for to spend a night with.

But Miso always wanted more. Wanted that love. Wanted that affection that Yoongi would always give Ming. Even if he never thought he'd fall in love with the girl in the beginning. Because he wasn't that type. Wasn't that type to let others care for him.

And he could hear their words. Having stayed in the bathroom the whole time Miso could do so much as vent her emotions to the girl who listened. Just like she always did.

"What's that?" Miso couldn't help but sniffle out the question. Having kept herself seated on the couch where Ming brought them over to as the girl pointed at the necklace lying on Ming's neck. Noticing just how delicate it was. And that it held a letter that Miso knew didn't refer to anyone Ming had connections with.

"Jimin gave it to me." The lie was so effortless. Even if it was a lie that Ming knew he heard her say. But she had to. Had to make it seem as though it was true.

"But his name starts with a J—"

"He said it means, yours." Ming cut her off with a sigh. Having rolled her eyes ever so playfully as she did so, only to watch the way the girl nodded with a quiet laugh. Hiding that jealousy coursing through her veins. Because Ming always seemed so much more desirable to her than Miso herself felt. And she wanted that. Wanted men to want her.

But she wouldn't say anything. Knowing that Ming saw the man as more of a nuisance than someone she wanted, even if it was then that she caught the subtle marks on her neck. Marks that weren't from Jimin. . . yet from him.

However, the girl kept silent. Having thought nothing more of both the necklace and the marks, even if Ming's behavior had changed. Because the girl had began to get anxious. Even if she was able to hide it. Just like Yoongi would

And Ming watched as she left. Having voiced out her apologies for showing up so late on a night where Ming finally got to relax. Even if she couldn't. Because then there was him. It being the man who could feel the bathroom door trying to open the second Ming let herself in. And the man who's heart broke. . . the second she slid down beside him.

"Why are we doing this? Huh?" Her voice had never been so hushed. Yet the pain within it was enough to have his hands taking hold of her own. Allowing for the base of his lips to press themselves against her fists as he voiced out a silent I don't know. Because they didn't. Didn't know that their love. . . wasn't meant to last.

Finally got to publish something T__T I'm so sorry for the wait my precious kittens but I thank you all so much for bearing with me. I hope everyone's doing okay, and don't be too stressed about finals! I love you, night night ヽ(*'ｪ｀*)ﾉ