"this bloody mary is trash aaliyah!"
"fuck you! my bloody mary's are delicious i don't know what the hell you're talking about." i yelled.
"it's like the bloody mary doesn't even know it's purpose. it doesn't know whether to get me drunk, to taste good with my lunch, or both!" he sighed.
"well if you want to criticize my drink so badly, why don't you make it huh?" i rolled my eyes.
"no. i'm going to go to a nice restaurant where they do know how to make decent bloody mary's." he smiled.
i threw a crumpled up napkin at his head, "out of all the similar traits you have to dad, you didn't get his profession on making drinks." he tsked.
"you make me angry yoongi." i glared. he puckered up his lips and closed his eyes, "but you love me anyways. see you later loser."
and with that he left. "dick." i mumbled.
"seeing you guys fight is the most hilarious thing ever." hoseok's voice surprised me.
i smiled at him as he leaned against the wall.
it's been two days since we kissed and nothing new has happened, we haven't even talked about it, we've just been really weird around each other.
i grabbed the cup that was meant for yoongi and put it in the sink, rinsing off the glass. i felt hoseok's warm hands place themselves on my waist, they snaked under the fabric from my cardigan, touching the exposed skin from my crop top.
his chest hit my back, his hands moved the hair from my neck. i could feel his warm breath hit my skin as he breathed, "h-hoseok-"
"shh." he said. he began to plant kisses on my neck, trailing over my jawline and my shoulder. i closed my eyes as his touch took over me, i rubbed my lips together as i felt something happening..between my legs.
his hands were placed onto my body so perfectly and it was like he knew where to place his kisses on my skin.
i threw my head back as he kissed my neck more, my head sitting perfectly on his shoulder, heavy breaths escaped my lips as i felt his teeth bite gently on my neck.
his hand made it's way up to my neck, his fingers curled around my neck, applying little pressure. i bit onto my bottom lip, trying hard to suppress my moans as i felt myself getting more aroused. i could feel hoseok's hard length against my butt.
i quickly spun myself around, grabbing onto the back of his neck and smashing my lips to his, i couldn't hold back anymore. he kissed me back with dominance, his hands moved down to my ass, squeezing softly, making me whimper.
he put his hands on my hips, picking me up with ease and setting me down on the counter. his body rested between my legs and i pulled him closer. his hands roamed my body, tugging on my shirt.
he removed my cardigan then my shirt. i pulled his shirt over his head, the warmth of our bodies making the make out session more heated. "do you want to?" he asked, pulling away from the kiss.
"do i want to what?" i asked.
he looked me up and down, "you're looking very fine right now...very fuckable..."
my breath hitched as those words escaped his lips, "yes." i said.
"yeah? are you sure?" he asked. i nodded my head. he smirked, "good."
he reconnected his lips with mine. his fingers hooked under my sweats, pulling them down slowly. his fingers teased me as he glided over my underwear, his thumb coming closer and closer to my inner thighs.
i began to grow impatient. i wanted him. i wanted him so badly.
"hey aaliyah i forgot my-oh my god! oh shit!" yoongi covered his eyes.
me and hoseok jumped, i hid behind him to cover myself up, "yoongi why are you still here?" i asked.
"i'm sorry! i forgot my phone, i'm gonna go now, bye sis!" he quickly grabbed his phone and ran out the house, still covering his eyes.
i groaned and covered my face, how embarrassing. my own brother just saw me about to, you know.
i got off the counter, picking up my clothes, "what do you think you're doing?" hoseok asked. "um, i'm going to-"
"no you're not," he said lowly as he picked me up and sat me down on the counter again.
oh shit.
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[sorry for any grammatical errors]
