Fortuna [ Min Yoongi - Fanfiction | English ]

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Catarina

We're leaving the restaurant and he asks me where my hotel is. I tell him I'm staying over Charlottenburg, at a hotel on Kurfurstendamm. It's not far from where we are now and he asks me if we can walk with me. He holds my hand again and I know I'm in trouble. I know I'll agree with what he has proposed to me. And all he wants to do is try. He said we have 3 weeks together this time. That is, if I say yes to being with him. I don't suppose we'd hang out together in any other way.

He asks me about the festival, commenting about my German and giving me praise for the film. I tell him I've been to Amsterdam before coming to Berlin, for a festival over there too. He praises me more and I feel good about being liked by him. He's so accomplished himself in his own field, way more than I'm in mine, that it gives me some sense of pride listening to him talking about my work this way. We took just over 20 minutes to get to my hotel, as we walked fast because of the cold weather. I ask him where he's staying and he tells me it's near Mitte and he's calling a private car to take him there. I ask him if he wants to wait for the car inside the lobby, but whom am I kidding?

We go inside still holding hands and keep walking until we reach the elevators. He's looking at me when I press the button to call it to the ground floor. He has a wondering look on his eyes.

My room is not as fancy as his might be, nor even how his was in the hotel he stayed in Sao Paulo. It is large though, it has a desk and a dresser over one wall, under the TV panel. The windows take up across the whole wall facing the street. There's a king-size bed with night stands on both sides and on the remaining wall there's 3 doors: the one we came in by, the closet and the one through which we can access the bathroom. Apart from the bed, the second best thing in this room it's it's bathtub.

I close the door behind me and he walks to the middle of the room. He looks around and stops facing me. I take off my scarf and gloves and he copies me. He looks gorgeous with his clothes, as he always does and the ones he's wearing right now make him as sexy as ever. He's wearing a dark blue bomber jacket with the zipper up over a white sweatshirt with its hoodie down. He also had on a big scarf and gloves, but he's already taken those off. His pants are very well fitted with the hen folded revealing red high top Chucks, just like the ones I have.

I walk past him and sit at the edge of the bed. I take off my jacket and proceed to take off my boots. Once again he copies me, sitting by my side and doing the same as I did. I look at him and he smiles sweetly, shrugging. I take off my sweater and wait for him to take off his white sweatshirt leaving just a plain white t-shirt covering his torso. By now I have understood the dynamics of what we're doing, so I get up off the bed and take off my chemise, leaving just my bra on. He gets up as well and stands before me at arm's length from me. This time he doesn't take his t-shirt off but unbuckles his belt, his smile going from sweet to wicked. I smirk at this sight and step closer to him, grabbing his t-shirt by the hen. He's looking me in the eyes, full of expectations. I pull it over his head and when I see his face again his eyes are closed, his breathing heavy. I take a step back to where I stood before and take off my bra this time. He opens his eyes to find me wearing just my pants, socks and underwear. His eyes are glowing with desire as he comes closer to me and sinks his nose on my neck, breathing deeply while putting his hands on my waist. This gives me goosebumps all over my body and I hold onto his arms to keep balance. He helps me to steady myself and look at me in the eyes once again. His face is now full of hope and he stares at me asking for permission. I reach for his face with my right hand while the other stays in his arm and I kiss his lips, inviting him in.

Yoongi

How am I to believe we are not a plan of the universe if we met in Berlin of all places? I mean, I can't call it chance, it was destiny. Kissing her again was like taking a medicine that took all the pain away. What before was angst is now peace. She's resting her head against my chest, looking away from me and I can't tell if she's awake or not. Her breathing is calm and heavy while I caress her hair. Her golden locks are longer than they were when we met and now I can see her roots a little more. It is of the same shade as her eyebrows and she looks lovely like this.