When the Moon Watches

Angel or Devil - 5

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Oh, we're dancing in my living room

And up come my fists

And I say, "I'm only playing"

But the truth is this

That I've never seen a mouth

That I would kill to kiss

And I'm terrified, but I can't resist

 -Finally// Beautiful Stranger

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Yoongi:

"I wish you were my mine," she whispered as I held her in my arms.

I pulled away to look in her eyes. She wouldn't look back as if she was embarrassed about what she had said.

With eyes cast down, she spoke again, "You came for me. Thank you for saving me."

I lifted her chin to face me staring at her tearful eyes. "Why do you have to look so cute? Did you get so sexy for me?"

I wanted to kiss her, more than anything, her pretty lips so perfect and beckoning. I never expected what happened next. The moment our lips met, I saw a flash in my mind and then a memory from my past. I knew it was myself, but I looked different with an old-fashioned hairstyle. It was as if I got a glimpse of a past life and she was with me then.

After the initial shock, I crashed my lips to hers so hungry for her love. I wanted that feeling of love back. I wanted to know more. Was she my soulmate? Is that why I recognized her face and felt tasked with watching over her?

Opening her eyes after the unexpected kiss, she jumped in fright and pulled away from me shaking her head.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"This, this is wrong," she said looking into my eyes trying not to flinch at my disappointed stare.

She turned and walked away as I followed closely behind, her path leading us back to where we live.

She kissed me back and must be trying to make sense of her feelings. I stayed quiet letting her think. I need to know what she feels but she has been through a great shock. I must be patient. I don't want to scare her and have her pull away again.

Jina:

It must be the fright and the fact that he had been there to save me. How could I have said such a thing? I barely know him. But the scariest thing of all was the vision I had when I first opened my eyes. I could have sworn Yoongi had black wings. I couldn't get the thought out of my mind. Was he some kind of dark creature? Adding to my worry, was the memory of his voice when he spoke to the attacker. It was undeniably deep and powerful and did not seem to belong to the pale creature following me.

I turned to look at him and took a deep breath to calm myself. "Why are you following me?" I said.

Yoongi blinked. His delicate features expressed the worry on his mind and put me at ease a bit. I realized it was normal for him to escort me home, especially after what just happened, but I was in no mood to talk.

"I - I want to see you safely home. Talk to me, please," he begged.

"I can't. I'm exhausted. Please just walk me home," I said.

"I haven't done anything wrong. You said you like me, so I kissed you," he explained. "I like you too."

His hand reached out and linked with mine. It felt warm and comforting like it belonged there. We reached my door and turned to face each other. Looking straight into his eyes, I mustered up the courage to say, "I didn't say I like you, Yoongi, I said I wish you were mine. I shouldn't have said that. I don't know what I meant by it, but I'm sorry to confuse you. I owe you, but all I can do is thank you."

"You're welcome," he said giving my hand a little squeeze.

"Good night, Yoongi," I said turning slowly away from him.

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay?" He pleaded with a cute look coming closer.

"I think you should go," I whispered not too enthusiastically.

"You don't sound like you mean it," he said as his pale hand possessively encircled my waist. He pushed open the door and our lips locked as we stood alone in the darkened room. In the anonymity of that darkness, I gave in to my building desire to kiss him.