Fake Love {A Min Yoongi Fanfic}

Chapter 40: First Kiss

The feeling of his soft, plush skin hit my lips, connecting so easily, like they were meant for each other.
Going along with "the show," I wrap my arms around his neck, trying to kiss back in the most subtly way I could. My heart hammered in my chest, wanting to break away from the new sensation starting at my lips and traveling throughout my entire body.
     His lips were so soft and warm, just like his light grasp on me. One hand went down to my waist, holding it before pulling it closer to him until I was completely pressed against his beating chest.
     I wanted to gasp, but the door opened and Jimin's sequels were heard as a result. He stops kissing me and turns to find Jimin hopping around excitedly while everyone else stared shockingly from the couch. My arms grow weak, slowly sliding down from around his neck as he continued to hold me.
My hands are pressed to his chest until he finally lets go and makes his way back to the couch, leaving me breathless in the closet. "Alright, Dea, let someone else have a turn," Jin laughs, taking my hand and leading me out of the closet and back onto to the others.
I couldn't believe I was even sitting beside Yoongi again. My stomach churned and thoughts buzzed frantically around my mind. 'What just happened? That's what a kiss is like? It's...it's...'
"Oooooh, Jimin and Rose!" Namjoon laughs as the blonde stumbles over to the closet with the red head following closely behind. The expression on Jiwoo's face did not surprise me. She was certainly frustrated...I didn't blame her, especially after he kissed her.
My eyes flicker to Yoongi sitting beside me, his arm resting on the back of the couch behind me. His hazel pearls looked down, hiding whatever he was feeling after a moment like that.
'It's beautiful,' I think, looking down at his plump lips that were attached to mine only a second ago; coating them in warmth and sucking all my worries out of my body and into his. I could almost still feel them...oh, how I wanted to be kissed again. It was magic.
'Why do I love it so much...and especially from him? If Tae had kissed me, would it have been different? Would I be feeling this way?'
"I'll be right back," I announce, standing back up and quickly scurrying away to the crowded kitchen and then outside.
The yard had a few people here and there talking before really turning crowded near the pool in the back. I took this chance to be away from people and sit on the sidewalk with my thoughts.
Everything hurt in a way. I didn't want to kiss Yoongi...I wanted to kiss Tae. And although that was the least of my problems, it still took that chance away from me forever.
My Chanel clothes began to feel tight at the amount of time I had been wearing the designer wear. I wanted to go home again. My hair gently blew in the breeze, occasionally returning to my shoulders before flying away again. I brush a few strands from my eyes before standing back up.
Turning around, I suddenly stop at the sight of someone standing only a few feet from me. My heart dropped at the sight of Tae with his arms crossed and a worrisome expression plastered to his face.
"Oh...what're you doing out here?" I ask, my voice slightly shaky, only making me burn redder.
He uncrosses his arms and takes a few steps closer to me. "I could ask you the same thing," he softly smiles, melting my heart as he does so. "You don't look too happy."
"O-oh...well, I wouldn't say that," I stammer, hugging my arms and eyeing the ground nervously.
I see him take another step towards me until we were inches apart once again. My eyes didn't dare look up, afraid I might do something embarrassing if I do. A hand is seen going to my chin where it gently slants it up to meet his eyes.
"Was that your first kiss or something?" He asks, his hand remaining under my chin, holding it up so I don't avoid his gaze.
"Maybe," I swallow, receiving a smile from him in return.
"Did you like it?"
"Wouldn't you love to know."
We both share a smile at our conversation, not feeling at all awkward anymore, but more friendly than ever. He removes his hand from my chin and goes up to my head where he pats me like a dog.
"I can drive you home if you'd like," he offers, my mind drawing a blank before thinking about his offer. 'Should I tell Yoongi, or even Jiwoo? If would be weird to just leave, even though I really want to. I'll just send them a text.'
"I'd like that," I reply, nodding my head in return. His smile only widens a bit before leading the way to his car parked behind Jungkook's. I wasn't surprised to find a beautiful blue sports car with black in the inside and as the lining.
He opens the door for me, allowing me to gladly climb in onto the smooth leather and the heavy smell of his cologne. He climbs in on the other side where he starts the car with a press of a button. The engine let out a sweet vroom that hummed throughout the entire interior.
"Do you know where I live?" I ask as he pulls out and drives away from the house party.
"Maybe," he replies, using the same response I had used to tease him. I press my lips together at his response, trying to not blush too much while I have the opportunity to finally be alone with him.
I don't say much else; he doesn't either. We just sit in the car silently, my shaky self totally drawing his attention as I try to calm myself down. 'Why am I like this around him?' I ask myself, quickly glancing over to him to find the lights of passing cars illuminating his sharpened, clear face. 'Shit, that's why.'