Double mind (Yoonmin/Taekook)

23. Can't hold back

"Can you give this to Suga?"

I looked up from the desk at the back of the still almost empty classroom to see Soram who had slammed a CD on the table top.

"What's this?"

"I have recorded the chorus, but I can't find him anywhere to give it personally."

"He's in his room." I muttered before I could bite my tongue. "I mean I assume he is, where else should he be."

My nervous laughter caught V's attention so I decided to put up a better act.

"Me and Suga want to send that song for a music festival. Imagine if this could work out!" Soram becomes excited an giggly. "By the way I've heard you're hooking up with Yaeoon."

"With who?"

"Jungkook's ex." Soram winked to me.

"That's... where do you have that information from?" I asked buffed.

"Everyone knows."

"Everyone knows?" I repeated in shock.

"Anyway, is Suga single?" Soram lowered her voice. "I mean, I haven't seen him with anyone so..." She was blushing horribly.

"Um..." I opened my mouth then closed it again.

"Jimin, please find out and let me know. I can't stop thinking about him. He's so handsome, and his rap and voice."

I was blinking trying my best to not to yell at her that Suga is obviously gay and almost taken, for sure taken soon - by me, exclusively. Yeah, you wish Jimin.

"I see what I can do." I mumbled instead when she fell over me hugging me tightly.

"You're the best friend Jimin." She was smiling when she left the classroom in a hurry to reach her lesson in time.

I caught V's worried gaze, so I just shrugged hiding the CD in my book.

At least I had an apology to visit my apartment and see Yoongi.

It seemed as if a tornado had rolled over the flat in the last two days of me sleeping in the artier. I haven't seen such a mess ever and to be honest Matt hasn't been the tidiest. If I hadn't been so in love, I would have yelled Yoongi out of the apartment, but what can a man do when his heart is weak.

So I walked to Yoongi's room knocking lightly, opening the door to see him lying on the bed in a posh colorful nightgown while watching something on his phone.

I never believe such a lazing around guy can look so astonishingly handsome. For real, Yoongi was a masterpiece.

"What?" His tone wasn't pleasant.

"Soram asked me to bring it over." I placed the CD on his desk.

"Great. Bye." Yoongi focused on his phone screen and some stupid 90's based game with a cartoon turtle jumping over obstacles.

"Yhyym!" I cleared my throat.

Was there really anything I wanted to say.

Yoongi raised his brow while I was falling into pieces by one single gaze.

"I want us to act normally around each other and not just randomly kiss then ignore each other again." I muttered.

"I'm voting for ignoring." Yoongi wasn't looking at me.

"What is your problem?" I was loosing my temper way too easily with him.

"That was the other guy's line last night."

"Do you think I'm a hoe? Are you not willing to touch me because I might have slept with half on the campus? I don't remember honestly."

"Amigo, you're overreacting again." Yoongi sighed placing the phon on the duvet.

"Why is Jiminie so winy, yet still so annoyingly sexy." He thought getting up from the bed, his mind producing images of us kissing, undressing, having wild sex.

I gasped. Was Yoongi insane playing ideas like that 24/7 but never allowing me to touch him that way.

"Have you finished to pity yourself? The door is that way." Muttered Yoongi opening the CD box.

"So stop laying me down in your mind!" I yelled receiving his full attention.

"That's not as easy as you think." Thought Yoongi his gaze sliding down my posture.

I licked my lips walking to him stopping inches from his burning body.

He gulped. Our eyes meeting like sparks put on fire, a second later my hands were in his hair, his palms tearing on my t-shirt our lips perfectly glued, our tongues working hard against each other.

I was making a rough mess of that soft blond hair strings, my jaw and nose already wet from kissing so sloppily. Why couldn't we stop doing it, stop being addicted, yet nothing has ever tasted like Yoongi's kiss.

I moaned when he just pushed me on the bed sucking the skin on my neck in, refreshing the hickeys he had made two days ago.

I wished to get rid of that layers holding me from him, but the moment I tried to remove his nightgown he stopped my hands.

"Just let me. I'll make it the most beautiful first time, promise." I begged.

Yoongi really didn't need to be so scared, sex was good, must be damn million times batter done from love. I really wished to find out how it is to be so physically close to someone you don't want for just one night, but forever.

"Amigo you have simply lost it." Yoongi giggled sitting up on my lap when I was a dying from need.

"Will you really leave me without release." I asked in shock.

"Don't need to get hard in 1.5 of a second."

Ah, freaking Min Yoongi, always in control of his body and needs, how much I wished to make him vulnerable, begging and moaning, wishing for nothing more than to have me.

"So you will go to your room and help yourself and I'll work on this." Yoongi pointed at the CD on the table.

His mind gave him away though as there were just those crazy images of him pulling down my pants, taking me the soft way.

"Do you really want to?" I made my voice extra sweet caressing down his chest, receiving a cute sigh.

Yoongi leaned in kissing over my neck so sensually I thought I'll levitate. It was just smooth slow pleasure. His hands significant on my sides under my t-shirt, caressing down my abs. Freaking take me, I was wishing to yell but he never cared less, driving me over the edge by just neck kisses. Was it his favorite play? I pulled him up to my lips kissed rougher wishing nothing more than to be as perfectly melted as humanly possible.

"Jiminie! Jiminie! Enough!" Yoongi freed himself from my avalanche. "I have work to do."

Thank you so much for your support, did you enjoy the chapter? What do you think about Yoongi always holding himself back? Will he ever allow himself to fall?

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