Yoongi's POV
"You'll wake my mother up." Y/N breathed, a note of desperation in her voice.
I shrugged. "Shouldn't she have accepted that it's her daughter's right to have a love life by now? I whispered, dipping my face into the crook of her neck.
Placing a kiss on her fragrant skin, I moved to contain her subtle jerk of surprise as she struggled underneath me.
"Don't you like it?" I softly enquired as Y/N stilled. "Don't you like what I'm doing?" I let go of her hands and moved backwards to put some space between us.
"N-no." She stuttered. "No, that's not it." She shook her head, her eyes wide with the fear of being misunderstood. "I-I'm a virgin." She averted her gaze. "You shouldn't waste your time on me if 'that' is what you want." She muttered and I raised my eyebrow.
"Don't all men want 'that'?" I chuckled lightly.
"Does that mean I have to let go of you?" My voice lowered as I pulled her face to mine. "Why? So another man can have you first?" I kissed her, my lips moving of the their accord. I could hear her fluttery moans and unstable breathing but she was sweet...so sweet and I just didn't want to let that sweetness drip away from my lips.
"Forgive me," I panted as our lips separated with a slick sound. "-but I'm not that generous about sharing my woman."
Y/N's POV
I gasped at his words and blushed as his thumb grazed my lower lip, his eyes glazing over as if he was reminiscing our kiss just now.
"Wha-" I was cut off and he swooped in abruptly to capture my lips again. The kiss was much more insistent than before and I felt a strange heat settle between my legs.
"So fvcking sweet." He murmured, nibbling on my lip. The kiss was warm and wet and I could feel his minty taste coating my mouth.
Moaning, I tightened my arms around his neck and pulled him down, kissing him back with heated fervour. His fingers digging into my sides as he practically devoured my mouth were driving me crazy.
His touch seared through the thin material of my pyjamas and I rubbed my thighs together as I arched my back to increase our proximity.
Pouring all my passion into the kiss, I reciprocated until I could feel the metallic taste of blood swirling between our tongues.
"I can't-I cant breathe." I whispered breathlessly as Yoongi smirked at me, looking equally breathless and wind blown.
I let go of his hair that I didn't realise I had been clutching and Yoongi's face broke into a gummy smile. He looked conflicted as he pushed my clothes into place and straightened his own.
"Let's sleep, yes." He muttered. "Let's sleep before I do something I shouldn't." He pressed the quilts into my body, looking away. His soft groans as he fell into the bed was the last thing I heard before sleep engulfed me.
He was gone by the time I woke up but there was a little note on my bedside, neatly tucked underneath the lampshade.
I smiled as I read it.
I couldn't wait for the evening.
Slipping into my best dress, I did a light twirl in front of the mirror.
It was a shiny grey number. Not very fancy but peppy enough for a cozy dinner at his place.
He'd been very smooth, leaving me a note and asking me to join him for dinner but all of my anticipation went down the drain the moment I reached what seemed to be his place.
Doubt gripped my heart as I saw another woman walk into Yoongi's apartment.
Was I even at the right address?
Dismissing my inhibitions, I rang the doorbell anyway but nobody answered.
The woman had left the door open and although I felt like an intruder, I couldn't stop myself from stepping inside.
It was an extremely well-furnished, expensive place but I had no time to appreciate the splendour of the interior because my attention had already been consumed by the muffled voices coming from a room in the far left corner of the huge apartment.
Biting my tip, anxiety clawing at my heart, I stood at the door for a few minutes.
Inside a woman seemed to be cajoling someone for...sex?
My ears heated and embarrassed, I was just about to leave when I heard Yoongi groan.
"Leave, Min Ah." His voice sounded strained as if he was speaking required a lot of effort. "I'm not in a mood to play your understanding senior. Like I said, I'm not interested in you. Neither as a mentor nor as a man."
"But Yoongi-ah." The other woman whined but Yoongi's impatient noise was clear.
"Leave while I'm asking politely." Yoongi commanded. "I don't think you'd like to be demoted, would you?"
I stood there barely breathing as the woman stomped out. She shot me a venomous glance and I heaved a sigh of relief when she was out of the apartment with a stomp of her heel and a moody flick of her hair.
I sighed. This was the body language of an enraged yet persistent woman. She clearly wasn't going to give up on Yoongi anytime soon.
"I wasn't expecting you to come, Y/N." Yoongi's voice pulled me out of my thoughts and I jumped as I found him standing inches away from me. Lost in my thoughts, I didn't even realise when he walked out of his room to stand so close to me, his gaze cool and almost...amused. "Perhaps I scared you away last night."
"No." I piped up quickly. "Not at all." My voice came out a bit too enthusiastic and I blushed.
Clearing my throat awkwardly, I ignored his amused glance as I took a moment to gather my thoughts.
Yoongi looked pale. Even paler than he usually was. His face was drained of all colour and his eyes alone added the little life to his otherwise weary face.
"You look unwell." I observed silently. "But then, refusing a woman as gorgeous as her would perhaps take a toll on anyone's health." I remarked carelessly but Yoongi winced slightly as he chuckled.
"Are you jealous already?" His eyes shone with amusement but his expressions looked like he was trying to brave some sort of pain.
"No-" I began to retort but that's when I saw it. A dark stain of fresh blood which was beginning to appear on his shirt.
"You're hurt!" I exclaimed as he stumbled a bit, losing his balance. "Oh my god, Yoongi. Are you alright?" I yelled as he collapsed to the floor with a thud.
