Y/N's POV
"So, um, you mean that you're a hitman?" I blurted and Yoongi nodded.
"Sort of. Yes." He spoke calmly. "I work for the International Union and being a hitman is a part of my job as a special forces agent." He explained as I gawked at him open mouthed.
He looked so much at ease, sitting on the bed and talking casually as if he hadn't been stabbed at all and here I was having difficulty even to soundly process the information.
"So that night-" I paused, assuming he already knew which night I was talking about. "It was you who shot down Woods, weren't you?" My voice rose, partly from the confirmation of my suspicions and partly from the bitter aftertaste of the dangerous memory of me barely escaping death.
Yoongi's eyes widened and then he cleared his throat awkwardly. "That's correct." He admitted. "It was an untimely shot. Besides who asked you to come in the way?" He spoke sullenly.
My jaw dropped and I glared at him. It was him who almost made me lose my life and now he had the audacity to blame me?
"I'm sorry, I didn't have any clue that specially trained agents were so bad at their jobs." I snapped, sarcasm rolling off my tongue. "If it had gone your way, the bullet would either have gone through me or I would have hurled downwards to my death!" I exclaimed, still glaring at him.
Yoongi clapped his hands, but he still looked guilty. "Well, that's the point, isn't it? I saved you anyway." He shrugged, biting his lip as if he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to placate me.
I smiled to myself. I liked having this effect on the almighty Min Yoongi.
"Barely," I commented. "I swear if you weren't hurt right now, I'd be thinking of ways to strangle you."
Yoongi smirked and grabbed my hands. Placing them around his neck, he stared at me for a long moment before speaking in a very husky voice.
A voice that made my insides tingle.
"Why don't you just do it now?" His voice was low...dangerous. "You know my secret. I'm in a very weak position." He counted things off his fingers.
"You've even taken my heart." He chuckled a little ironically, never taking his eyes off mine.
"I've got everything to lose, Y/N. So go ahead and do what you want." He urged me gently, gazing into my eyes with such heated intensity that I made an awkward noise and pulled my hand away.
"I-I won't." My face reddened under His amused scrutiny.
"Won't or can't, Y/N?" His eyes regarded me knowingly. "This is your last chance. Kill me now or be with me forever." He smiled triumphantly.
Sighing, I fisted my hand into his T-shirt and pulled him forward. "You smooth-"
"Husband?" Yoongi cut me off as he grabbed my wrist and tugged so I was in a half-lying position over his body, my other hand supporting my weight.
I couldn't even do anything about his hand snaking up my belly because I dared not collapse on his injured body.
"Stop being so corny, Yoongi." I whispered. "I told you, I'm not marrying you."
"Who else then?" He tilted his head and nudged my chin with his nose. When I couldn't answer, he grinned.
"See? Stop acting so hesitant, sweetheart. It's not like you'll ever be able to get over me." He nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck and I shuddered at how smooth yet manly his voice sounded.
"I'm not even into you, Yoongi." I lied but he laughed. His laughter vibrated through me and I clenched my legs together.
"You're trembling." He whispered as he placed a kiss on my throat. His hand stopped and dragged up my dress. "You're trembling underneath my touch, Y/N." He mused. "And yet you think you'll get away with your shallow lies? You're naive." He grinned as I closed my eyes, a breathy moan escaping my lips.
"You're not playing fair, Yoongi." I stuttered as cold air brushed my thighs.
I jumped when callous finger tips brushed against the soft, sensitive skin of my upper inner thigh.
He chuckled again, the timbre of his voice pushing my hormones into a frenzy. "I've never believed in fair play, Y/N. Plus," He paused to savour my helpless condition. "Losers can't be choosers." He shrugged and I trembled when his fingers finally reached my throbbing core.
Frick.
"Stop it, Yoongi." I whined as he caressed my skin, making me shudder.
My head spun and the hand holding me up trembled as I gave in to the sensations taking over my body.
"You look beautiful in this dress, Y/N." He muttered, licking his lips. "I don't know what you assumed earlier." He looked at me sincerely. "But you underestimated yourself, my love. I'd never choose any other woman over you, even if you wear a sack."
Yoongi's POV
I couldn't take me eyes off Y/N. As she leaned over me, her deep neckline revealed a hint of cleavage and a her legs trembled over mine.
Her hair fell in messy waves over my chest and her lips were parted as she tried to hide the need in her eyes.
"I-I'm not going to fall for your words." She breathed. "You're just a sweet talker, that's it." She muttered as if in a trance and I couldn't help but laugh.
"I see you're trying hard to convince yourself." I untied the little string holding her dress together at the waist and watched intently as her dress fell down her shoulders.
Y/N gave a loud gasp and clutched her dress right at the centre of her chest and looked away embarrassed.
"Don't look at me like you want to eat me." She yelled angrily. "Go get food!" She shoved me carelessly.
I winced.
"Oh my god. Are you alright?" She was hovering over me in a second. "I'm so sorry." She cried and I rolled my eyes.
How was she so darn impulsive, pushing me one second and crying over me another?
"It's not the external injury you need to worry about." I drawled, clutching my chest. "Leave that to the doctors. Worry about the internal injuries of my heart because you've wounded me deeply."
Y/N gaped at me, stunned. "You are not serious, are you?" She spoke nervously. She still couldn't believe that I was serious about my proposal of marriage.
"Do you think I've been joking until now? In this condition?" I questioned her seriously and she looked overwhelmed.
"I-I don't," She tripped over her words, shaking her head softly. "It's so sudden and I-."
"Just-" I cut her off. "Just focus on the present. Okay, Y/N? Think about the marriage later. For now, can you please fix your clothes? They're distracting me and I'm not in a position to do anything about it." I laughed awkwardly as Y/N gave me a disapproving look.
"Well, you always have the habit of biting more than you can chew, Yoongi." She gathered her hair, revealing the delicious expanse of skin to tease me and then abruptly covered her skin. I groaned as she got off the bed snickering.
"Who told you to take my dress off when you can't even do anything?" She mocked, getting bolder now that she was sure I couldn't make a move.
I groaned. "Just wait till I'm all well, Y/N. Just you wait."
