Behind the Mask

~Chapter 9~

The rest of the day was filled with handshakes and endless pats on the back, smiles and encouraging words coming from everywhere. If this was what it would feel like after every performance, screw my never-ending tireness, this life would be amazing. 

But I waited impatiently for hours to pass until midnight, which was probably going to be the best part of my day.

At 11:50, I was already fully equipped with my comfy sweater and my leggings. I put some sneakers on, tied my hair up in a bun and I was ready to go. 

I went outside, waiting for Yoongi to show up.

But soon enough, one of the guards came to me and asked if everything was alright. I nodded and just claimed I needed some fresh air after the performance today, and he rushed into a tirade of compliments, assuring me that I had put on quite a show in there.

Still, as much as I liked receiving compliments, Yoongi should appear any moment now. Apparently, this was where my bitchness was supposed to kick in. 

"I'm sorry, I don't remember asking for your company. I just came here to relax, so...... Do you mind?" I asked, cocking a brow at him.

I felt a little sorry since I knew he had always had a thing for me, but that was just another reason why he shouldn't see Yoongi tonight.

He immediately became flustered and muttered an excuse, heading back to his patrol. I hated to admit it, but it felt pretty good to see how much control power and fame gave you over people. 

In about a minute or so, Yoongi showed up and, as usually, erased all other thoughts from my head. He handed me a bouquet of lilies, a shy little smile spreading across his face as he looked down at his feet, avoiding my gaze. I took the flowers carefully, and kissed his pink tinted cheek. 

"Thank you, Yoongi!"

His cheeks instantly turned red, but he shook his head and came closer to me, kissing my lips so tenderly that I felt like melting into his arms.

"Now that's what I call a kiss", he added, showing off a satisfied smirk. I had to admit he was pretty good at this kissing thing, but there was no way I was ever going to let him know that. I smirked back and, as he raised his brows in surprise, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his with a hunger not even I knew I could possess. 

I felt a little shocked as my body took over me, but then he kissed me back fiercely, leading me to a nearby bench. I laid down and, as he lay on top of me, placing his arms on either side of my body, I grabbed his shoulders, pulling him closer and closer, but still it didn't seem like enough. 

He was now pressed against my body, kissing my neck and leaving tiny love-marks on every inch of skin he could reach. I could feel the smile on his lips when he heard a small moan coming from my mouth, but I couldn't help it, his touch was driving me crazy. 

Without even thinking, I quickly grabbed his shirt into my fists, the same way I had that night, back at his house. Remembering that moment, I smiled a bit, noticing how different the circumstances were. Of course, this time he let me take his shirt off, but once I did I had to pause everything for a second. I couldn't stop but stare at his toned chest and his....well.....his abs....This boy really had it going on. 

He became shy for a mere moment, but then I kissed him again and all of his passion returned. It was a bit scary, but it was so sweet.....Hobi might have been right all this time. What we were doing did feel a bit evil, as if we weren't supposed to be doing this, but I couldn't exactly remember why. We were both old enough, so why couldn't we....

As if he would've followed my track of thoughts, he smirked and pulled my sweater up. Without wasting anymore time, I tugged at his belt, pulling down his jeans. I had never gotten this far with a boy before, but he wasn't just a boy....he was the boy. I could just feel it. I had to restrain myself as much as possible in order to whisper "You know, I think my bed would be more comfortable for this."