It's as though ice water has been dumped down my back. I'm entirely paralyzed with shock. Yoongi's revelation came like a bolt from the blue. This is the reason for his ire? This is the reason he's refused to speak to anyone for a week? This is the reason he's been living in his studio? This?!
"Why didn't you tell me that when I first asked you what was wrong?"
I'm attempting to tread carefully. I don't want to upset him more than I already have, although it was unintentional in the first place. I mean, how was I supposed to know? There wasn't a single word uttered in regards to that. Yoongi only reacted with anger with everything that I said. I didn't respond to him in the kindest manner either, I'm aware of that. I just wanted to make sense of the situation. That's all I wished for. Maybe now he'll assist me in understanding.
"How could I? You obviously like Jimin. Or Jungkook. Or both. Fuck, I don't know," huffs Yoongi, beginning to pace around the room again. "How was I meant to confess that I'm fucking infatuated with you after you screwed them?"
"I already told you we didn't go that far."
"What difference does it make?"
None, apparently.
"You just ended things with your girlfriend too. I'd be such a dick if I went after you while you're heartbroken."
I swallow the lump in my throat. "She wasn't my girlfriend."
"You loved her though, right?"
"I-I don't know."
"And you have feelings for Jungkook and Jimin, right?"
"Yoongi-"
"Right?!"
I get to my feet, squaring up to his mid-size stature. "Enough! For fuck's sake, just sit down and let me talk."
Yoongi abides immediately. He probably didn't expect me to get in his face. Despite the fact that I only stand five feet tall, I'm quite intimidating when I need to be. Plus, I graduated from the police academy so I can kick ass if necessary.
"Now," I begin, my tone firm, "I'm going to talk and you're going to listen."
I'm coming off as rude, I'm positive of that, but I must get my point across.
"I ask that you do not bring up Misun. She and I are over and I'm fine with that. I'm healing. And you know what? You and the others have aided in that. I've hardly thought of her since meeting you. Did I love her? I don't know. I don't know what love feels like. She didn't treat me as a lover. Like the ones you watch in movies. We were just friends with benefits-" I pause. I loathe that title. Perhaps that's why I was so bothered when speaking with Jungkook. I exhale, repeating, "We were just friends with benefits. You wanna know if I have feelings for Jungkook and Jimin? Well, I do-"
He cuts me off. "See? You get why I had to keep quiet?"
"I wish you'd keep quiet while I finish," I sass.
Yoongi nods, signaling me to continue.
"I like Jimin and Jungkook. But I also like you," I reveal. "Honestly, I think I fell for all of you."
I slap my palm over my mouth, cringing at the sentence I voiced a moment ago. I was going to take that secret to the grave.
God, I need to learn not to blab.
"You did what?"
"Forget I said the last part."
He shakes his head. "I can't."
"Try."
A half-suppressed chuckle leaves his lips. "I didn't see this coming."
"Surprise," I laugh uncomfortably, taking a seat next to him on the bed.
"Why though?"
I furrow my brow.
"Why do you like all of us?" Yoongi reiterates.
"Shit, I don't know. Probably because you guys are sweet and caring, and warmhearted. Not to mention good-looking. You're just...incredible."
"That's so cheesy," he jokes.
I playfully nudge him. "Jerk!"
"Kidding. But seriously, this is crazy."
"Mhm," I agree. "Wait, did we just make up?"
"I believe so."
I release an alleviating breath, my eyes crinkling at the corners.
Yoongi brushes my messy, dark brown waves behind my ear. "You know, I'm pretty certain the others like you too. The way you like them, I mean."
"What makes you say that?"
"Ever since they met you, you're all they talk about."
"They're merely being nice. Jungkook and I sort of agreed to stay friends."
"He may've agreed to it, but I guarantee that's not what he truly wants," discloses Yoongi. "We can sit and have a conversation with them later."
"Should we?"
"It'd straighten things out."
"Okay," I murmur.
He gives me a small smile before scooting back and leaning against his headboard. Yoongi then grabs my hand and tugs on it.
"May I help you?"
Yoongi pats the bed. "Come here."
I crawl over to him and he pulls me in until I'm straddling his lap.
"I thought you wanted me to sit there," I say, pointing to the spot next to him.
He rests his hands on my sides, casually fidgeting with the waistband of my shorts. "No. I rather have you like this."
"Ahh, I see," I croon. I tilt my head in a curious manner. "Infatuated with me, huh?"
"We're going to pretend that never happened."
I giggle. "Fine, fine."
We stare into each other's eyes for a few beats of the heart. It's not awkward in the slightest. It's pleasant and congenial. I decide to make a move by leaning in to combine our mouths in a fervent kiss. He kisses back, soon nibbling on my bottom lip to show how hungry he is for me and my body. Yoongi is growing hard beneath me. I cup his face, the heat of his cheek warming my fingertips. I begin to rut my hips forward, eliciting a soft, blissful moan from Yoongi. I grind against his pelvis at a continuous pace, his full erection rubbing up on my clit, causing my pussy to be an ocean of pleasure from the friction. Our tongues are deep in each other's mouths and I could come any second now. I stifle my whines so that it's not a dead giveaway.
He breaks the kiss to ask, "How far do you want to go?"
"Actually, I think I'm good for the night," I shrug, getting off of him. I have no desire to stop, but I have to in order to teach Yoongi a lesson.
"Seriously?"
"This is your punishment for not talking about your problems with me."
"My punishment is getting blue-balled?"
I smirk. "Precisely."
"Wow, you're evil."
Yoongi then gets out of the bed and heads towards the bathroom.
"What are you doing?"
"Finishing what you started."
[AN] I'm sorry this chapter is short. I had a bit of writer's block but still wanted to get something out.
[AN #2] Edited 3/28/21