Blood Sweat & Tears: A BTS Story ✅

Chapter 8: The Problem

The shirt I wore to bed rode up in the night and I can feel the cool air of the room on my bare skin, the alarm blaring incessantly. When I reach over to the nightstand to turn it off I feel some resistance...

There's a body pressed up against me.

An arm holding me in place and wrapped tightly around my middle right below my chest.

My eyes spring open with a jolt.

The motion must have been too sudden because the arm around me tightens and I hear a moan right behind my ear.

Who the hell is this?!

I want to turn around and find out who this mystery cuddler is but before I can turn my head I feel a nose brush against the nape of my neck and then a small breath being released. The body behind me scooches close and I can feel the warmth of the person's body come closer to my butt, settling in.

Part of me doesn't want to move...the part of me that is lonely and sad and still heartbroken from my last terrible relationship. That part wants to lean back into the embrace of this body and enjoy the warmth, enjoy the physical touch of another that I've been longing for for so long.

But the part of me who remembers where I am, who this could possibly be, and how wrong this could go so quickly pulls the arm off my chest and tries scoots away.

"Five more minutes," the person groans into my ear, pulling me back.

Yoongi.

This makes me start to panic.

I thought if anyone it would have been Jin after the night we shared and the way he was so sweet to me. Or even Kookie with how sweet and little he acts, treating me like his noona.

I start to wiggle around trying to get out, and he just twists his legs around mine to stop me.

"Yoongi—"

"Four more minutes," he whispers in my ear. His mouth now resting where my neck meets my shoulder.

I shiver. Having my bias wrecker so close like this...I want to stay right here and embrace this. But I can't.

"Yoongi," I sigh, "I have to go home and shower before I have to be back here." I have to get out of here before I do something that could get me fired.

Yoongi's nose skims up my neck to behind my ear, "just shower here."

A tempting offer...

No. No.

I don't want to do anything to jeopardize my job. No matter how much the fangirl in me wants to stay.

"Yoongs," I groan, trying to wiggle out of his grip, but I immediately see the mistake I've made.

I inadvertently grinded my butt onto his groin and he lets out a loud moan, his other hand wrapping around my thigh to keep me in place. My heart is beating so fast I'm sure he can feel it from where his arm is still bound around me.

My shirt as ridden up so much that my chest is almost fully exposed and I can feel my cheeks heat. It's now or never.

I grabs his hands and pull, yanking them off of me and roll over to get off the bed. Yoongi flops onto his back and lets out a loud sigh.

I stand up and grab my phone, trying to collect my things to leave. "I thought you were supposed to be sleeping on the couch?" I ask.

Yoongi looks up at me, his eyes still heavy with sleep, "this is my room."

"But Namjoon said—"

"Namjoon isn't the boss of me." His eyes leave mine and stare at my chest and I can feel my nipples harden under his intrusive gaze. I try to cover them with my clothes from last night but it's too late, he's seen.