I don't think I want him. (But you so desperately do. You just NOW are realizing it) His palms are fire against my muscled stomach, and I feel my abdomen tighten with anxiety. He smiles evilly against my mouth, dragging his tongue over my upper gum-line lazily.
A deep quaking breaks something inside me, and all I FEEL is us. I'm a blazing sun. (You can't go back Jimin) I don't really want to right now. I tell my inner voice. Suga grabs my waist, pushing his hips against mine, making me whine annoyed.
Clothes are so impractical. (But what if Jungkook comes out?) I shiver at the thought of him. Realizing how upset he would be. I take my anger out on Yoongi's back. Digging my finger tips into his spine. He arches against me, trying to feel every pressure point I touch, kissing my neck.
I push back against him, like two cars in on-coming lanes intersecting head-on. His teeth dig into my soft skin, and my nails bite into his back, leaving red scratches behind. (You never should've followed Yoongi outside of your room) But I thought he was in trouble.
(You never even MENTIONED Suga before in your head! Why now are you caring?) Because this feels right. Even though I never thought of it, it's an unintentional thing. (You'll tear BTS apart at the seams. Starting with you as the meekest. Yoongi the opposite)
I shake my head and need to be closer, feeling a stubbornness take over my body. "Yoongs. . ." I croak, him placing his hands on either side of my head, looking down at me. I stare at him, feeling my lips ache to be kissed by his. Other things the same way.
"I- I can't be closer to you. It'll be a living hell if so." I moan, crumpling his hoodie in my hands. He bends nearer, locking lips with me in a heated battle of fury. "My life already is hell." My eyes widen at his comment to mine, taken aback at how angry he seems all the time.
Then I'm lost. Mentally it's a twister. Emotionally I'm wrapped round his finger. He hooks a sneakered foot around my ankle, pulling my leg forwards so I lower an inch. Now he practically towers above me. Hunched forwards as I strain upwards. Needing his touch so badly.
I hook my fingers into the waist band of his torn skinny jeans, about to give in completely. (You don't want this!) I cancel out the warning. It's ALL I want. . . I tell myself. Pushing upwards. Then the back door swings open, and Yoongi pushes off me. . .
I hook my fingers into the waist band of his torn skinny jeans, about to give in completely. (You don't want this!) I cancel out the warning. It's ALL I want. . . I tell myself. Pushing upwards. Then the back door swings open, and Yoongi pushes off me. . . Kook staring wide-eyed.
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" I didn't realize. . . It wasn't gum." - Jimin