That's when it happened.
He was on me.
Invading my space with that intoxicating scent.
His scent.
I could feel his lips the urgency pulling out of them.
The pleading.
Pleading not to walk away from him.
Not to walk away from this.
Us.
I hated that n...
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The room was stuffy, the mild ache of his head is what woke him from his deep slumber.
He thought he was imagining it when he felt something move under him and slowly shifted away from whatever it was only to confirm what it was exactly. He certainly wasn't expecting to come face to face with the love of his life.
Not her, especially not her wrapped around in a blanket like a stuffed burito.
She was still sleeping, drops of sweat adorning her clear forehead. Her bangs were pushed back, lips sealed in a tiny pout, her long lashes brushing softly on her cheek bones.
He couldnt help smile, she looked beautiful.
What the hell happened last night?
Why is she here?
All he could remember was blacking out before Jungkook could tell him something important.
He wondered what it was. It seemed serious considering how tense the young one seemed.
She started to stirr under him. Her eyes were still shut in sleep.
Did something happen between them?
Why the hell is she tied up under him?
Yoongi groaned running a hand through his hair taking a look at his surrounding.
It was a fairly large room, a bed next to a large closet, the french window that is still drawn with a flowing curtain sat on the opposite side. Infront of the bed was a large flatscreen television and a dressaer just below it with two single chairs facing each other up ahead.
He could spot his wallet, phone, socks, watch, bracelets and Mians purse and phone together with their earrings on the dresser.
There were rose petals all over the floor and his denim and her coat laid neatly on one of the chairs.Two doors were situated at one corner of the room.
Their bodies layed across the bed. A pillow layed under her head. Yoongi's mind couldnt stop racing when he noted that his shirt and the belt of his jeans was missing. The button was popped open.
Yikes.
Yoongi's jaw tightened as his mind ran wild trying to remember what happened the previous night.
Did they just share there first time and he missed it?
Did he consent?
Didshe consent?
He swallowed hard pushing the huge lump down his throat ignoring the growing heat of his body.
His body stiffened when he felt her stirr again.
Shit
SHE IS ALMOST WAKING UP!?
He started looking around wanting nothing to do but run or hide. Whichever would work either way.
