"God, I wish having sex was more like basketball."
"What do you mean?" Yoongi looks at me, a mix of confusion and curiosity on his face.
"Like a physical act, two people should be able to have sex like they're playing basketball. Noone feels the nee...
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"What?"
"I mean, let's have sex like we're playing basketball"
I take a few seconds to myself to process what the fuck this man just said.
"Yoongi, all due respect here, what the fuck are you saying right now"
"Hear me out okay" he gets up from the couch and walks over to me, almost too calmly "We're both single. I already told you my sex life right now is pretty pathetic, and by the way you reacted to me looking at your ass for two seconds the other day, I can tell yours isn't enviable either."
Well, shit, I thought my reaction to that moment wasn't obvious but apparently everyone on and off this planet noticed.
"So wait, what you're proposing here is for us to be friends with benefits? Because that's what I was referring to when I said I wish sex was like basketball" I attempt to clear everything out as much as possible, because I still cannot believe I'm having this conversation in the first place.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Listen, it's a win-win situation. We're already good friends so there will be no awkwardness or weird talking stages, we'll have our needs met, and we're open with each other so we can try whatever we want without feeling judged." The way he's rationalizing this entire concept is beyond me.
So beyond me, that I start to consider it.
Truly, my sex life is in shambles right now. The last time I got laid was over two months ago, and the guy wasn't even good. If I had to try and remember when the last time I had actual good sex was, I probably wouldn't be able to. And sometimes I do miss being intimate with someone else, my hands just aren't the same.
Why does this seem like a better idea the more I think about it.
What the fuck is going on.
"I don't even know if I like you like that!" I snap myself out of my own thoughts and back into reality.
"Ha, that's cute" Yoongi laughs sarcastically, leaning on the fridge.
"No, I'm serious. I've never thought about you like that. Do you even like me like that?" I ask him, part of me quite curious about his answer. But only a small part.
"Mia, you're great. That's a fact, regardless of what you think of your own physique"
"No, no, no. Before you got to know my awesome personality, I mean. Strictly physical appearance"
"Strictly physical? What I thought of you when I first saw you?"
"Yes, recall the first time you ever saw me at work. Only based on physical appearance. Your thoughts, go"
He takes a few seconds to think, while keeping eye contact with me.
"I thought you had stunning eyes. Two big brown orbs that instantly caught my attention." He speaks, sincerely.
I wasn't expecting that to come out of his mouth but I hum in agreement.
"What else? You can't exactly have sex with someone just because you like their eyes, Yoongi"
"Well, seeing as you already caught me red handed the other day, I also think your ass is pretty great." he shrugs "Now come on, don't make this a complimenting Mia parade. What about me?"
I look at him confused "What do you mean what about you?"
"What do you think of my physique"
I stand in silence for a moment, scanning him up and down with my eyes and try to imagine this is the first time I've ever laid eyes on him.
"Your arms. And your hair. They're both pretty attractive" I answer, still looking him dead in the eyes.
"Your hands. They look soft and delicate." He instantly says.
"Your jawline. It's sharp."
"Lips"
"Neck"
"Eyes"
"You already said that" I point out.
"I meant it" He replies, with an honest grin.
Well, fuck it.
"If we do this, only IF, we have to promise nothing is gonna be weird, and that ultimately our friendship comes first always." I state "This is purely physical"
He nods in agreement "Purely. Physical. Just two people, having sex like it's basketball."
"Pinky promise?"
"Really? What are you, twelve?"
"I SAID PINKY PROMISE!?"
He rolls his eyes and locks his pinky finger with mine "Yeah, pinky promise"
"Good"
"Good"
I can't believe I just agreed to that.
We stand there looking at each other for a few moments and an awkward silence fills the room. I think neither of us really know how to move from here.
"So..." he breaks the silence "Do we just do it? Now?"
"I guess so" I reluctantly speak "I haven't been naked in front of someone else for a while"
"Awh, don't be shy, I'm sure you look amazing" his attempt at reassuring me feels a little too sentimental for the circumstances so I'm quick to shut it down.
"Now, that is WAY too emotionally supportive and you need to just leave that OUT" I exclaim, heading towards my room.
"Eh, your bare feet look kinda wonky from here" he remarks, following behind me and closing my bedroom door.
