Fake Love {A Min Yoongi Fanfic}

Chapter 49: Forever Together

     (More Smut? Well..."Smut")

     His hand continues to trace my skin all the way to my lower neck. My hairs there stand up, not used to the feeling of a soft, foreign touch like his. I feel my heart rate rise and my whole body tingling again.
     His fingers finally reach the zipper where he slowly pulls it down my back. Those dark, hazel eyes focus on the task in hand while I try to control my breathing. 'How does he not remember last night?! This is all a replay of that!'
     "God, get on with it already," I finally say, reaching back and pulling the collar of my dress up so the zipper quickly reached its end. "Who's the slow poke now?" Whipping back around, I hold the fabric to my chest and close the door on him.
     As I changed back into my clothes, his touched didn't leave. I lean against the wall of the room, replaying the moment over and over in my mind. 'Why does he keep doing this? It's so annoying yet so tempting at the same time.'
     Leaving the dressing room, I place the other dresses back and go with the blue one. "I think this one suits me the most. Plus, it looks like the night sky with the diamonds and the color," I say as I take it up to the cashier.
     "It was pretty on you," he says, glancing down at me; my hair still down and swaying from side to side at my every step. "I'm paying."
     Digging through my pockets, I pull out a few bills before handing them to him. "I got it. Use it however you want but it's for the dress," I say, smiling down at the fabric hanging nicely on the hanger.
"You really don't let people just get you something nice, huh?" He chuckles as I place the dress on the counter and he hands the woman the cash.
"You bought me something last time. Maybe I should buy you something," I shrug, immediately regretting my statement though at the remembrance of his usual price range.
"You don't have to buy me anything," he says, taking the change and bag. I glance over at the lady printing the receipt while gazing at us.
"Y'know, you two are probably the cutest couple I have ever seen," she says, smiling so brightly that her plump cheeks flashed dimples.
"Oh...thank you," I reply, blushing like crazy as I catch him turning red first.
"Please, choose a ring from this tray," she says, going over to the showcase of rings under the surface of the glass counter and pulling out a tray full of shimmering rings. "It's on me," she adds, placing the tray under our noses.
"Oh wow," I say, looking up at Yoongi who glances down at me at the same time. "Um...you pick one for yourself," I say, breaking the awkward gaze and holding my hands nervously behind my back.
"I have enough. You pick one," he replies, raising his hands to show the many rings wrapped around a few on each hand.
Browsing through all the rings showcased, my eyes land on a thick, silver band with words engraved on the inside. "What's this one?" I ask, pointing to the ring that was definitely a bit big for my fingers. That's why I was planning on giving it to him.
"This one is one of our quoted rings," she explains, taking the ring out and handing it to me. "It says, 'forever together,' but, it may be a bit big for you," she explains as I smile softly at the ring.
"In that case," I say, grabbing Yoongi's left hand and sliding the band onto his middle finger, right on top of his skinner, black band that he shared with J-Hope. "I'll just give it to him."
"Great choice! You two have a good day now," she waves as I grab the bag and show myself the way out, leaving Yoongi stunned in his position.
     Finally catching up to me, I hear the heaviness in his breath either from the run to me or the fact that I gave him something for once. "Why'd you do that?" He asks as I purposely not meet his eyes, but instead, pretend to browse past window displays.
     "Just keep at least one free thing you've ever received in your life," I joke, smirking at his shaking head.
     "Alright, have it your way," he says randomly before unexpectedly grabbing my phone from my back pocket and holding it up high above my head.
     "Hey! Give it back!" I snap, reaching and even jumping up to reach it. My temper worsens at the fact he did this in the middle of a mall where people left and right were staring at us. "Min Yoongi!"
     "Uh uh uh," he teases, his gummy smile appearing after a long time from last seeing it. I couldn't help but feel his contagious smile grow onto me.
     Crossing my arms, I just shake my head at his behavior. "I will climb you if it's the last thing I do," I say, his laughter only growing.
     "Oh, aren't you adorable, Choi Dea," he teases back, lowering the phone so it hung right in between our faces. Lunging forward to grab it, he immediately pulls it away and I'm left impossibly close to his face.
     He must've kissed, for my lips tingled and he stood so close to me there was no doubt about it. "Wh-why did you...no one's around..."
     "Mm, wouldn't say that," he says, looking up past me, only allowing myself to follow his gaze. My eyes land on a couple that were very familiar to me.
     "Jiwoo? What're you doing here?" I ask as she hurry's over to me with a large grin on his plump face.
     "Oh, Jimin just asked to me go shopping with him and," she pauses, turning to find him now talking with Yoongi, "you know I can't say no to him."
     "That sounds like a very toxic relationship," I nod sarcastically as she gives me a look that I can only say made me sigh. "What?"
     "He pecked you!" She whispers, nudging me arm as I gaze up at the ceiling from annoyance. "I must say, you guys are really good at selling this whole fake relationship thing."
"You're telling me," I sigh as I watch him and Jimin begin to walk towards Sephora with big smiles on their faces.