Less than five minutes later, Yoongi burst into SeoWoo's room.
He stood in the doorway, wet and staring greedily at the girl, wanting to taste her lips again.
SeoWoo got out of bed and looked at the boy, frightened, biting her lips until they bled.
Braced for the worst, she did not expect Yoongi to take a few steps toward her, embrace her, and kiss her again. This time, he was gentler.
Only now she could clearly taste the sweetness of his lips.
They were minty and cold, like licking an ice cube and feeling the tingling sensation on her tongue.
Goosebumps ran down her body. Her legs buckled from the incredible sensation.
Yoongi loosened his grip, feeling the girl go limp in his arms. Then he whispered into her ear:
"I lied... I like you... Madly."
"I like you, too," she said without breaking away from his lips.
Yoongi's cold hands slowly slid down from her shoulders to her waist. Then, he gently slipped his hands under her wet shirt, which clung uncomfortably to her body. Goosebumps ran across her skin from his touches - pinches that would surely leave barely noticeable bruises. He kissed her lips greedily, biting them and tasting a metallic flavor.
At that moment, SeoWoo felt like she was walking on air. Yoongi was so commanding and assertive. She liked him even more that way.
She allowed his tongue to enter her mouth. She let him pinch her skin until it hurt, but her thoughts prevented her from relaxing completely.
She thought of her broken heart and the pain she still felt, hiding it behind a smile.
Although it's difficult, she skillfully plays the role of "the girl who was dumped and doesn't care." That's not the case at all, though.
As soon as the guy lets go of her and tries to take off her T-shirt, she breaks off the kiss, breathing heavily.
"I'm scared, Yoongi," she whispered, looking into his black eyes.
"Me too," he replied, devouring her with a hungry, loving gaze.
"Just don't hurt me," the girl asked in a trembling voice. "I don't want to pick up the pieces of my heart."
"I'll never hurt you. I promise," Yoon assured her, pressing his lips to hers in a sweet, long kiss that blew her mind.
His cold fingers slowly began to explore her delicate body.
He gently touched her skin. He admired her wet hair, which fell in strands onto her shoulders.
He inhaled her sweet scent, barely touching the tip of his nose to her slender neck.
Yoon was intoxicated with passion and desire. He wanted to feel her completely.
Kisses were no longer enough.
He tried again to take off her wet T-shirt, and this time, SeoWoo did not stop him. She looked at him shyly as he undressed her, biting her lip in anticipation.
At that moment, words were unnecessary. Their brains shut down completely.
They were guided only by their feelings and the fire burning more intensely inside them.
They enjoyed each other. Yoongi kissed every inch of SeoWoo's body, and she trembled with anticipation.
Sometimes his kisses were gentle; then, in a matter of seconds, they turned into bites that left marks on her skin, which sent shivers down the spine and gives pleasure. The only sounds in the room were Yoongi's quiet sighs and muffled moans, which escaped his lips when SeoWoo bit him a little harder, leaving red marks on his skin.
They moved in unison as if they could hear the music and were trying to mimic the movements.
When the music stopped, they fell exhausted onto the bed, trying to catch their breath. They fell asleep in each other's arms.
5:30 a.m.
Yoona is still awake. Jimin's words about his sister and his attempt to steal in order to save her kept repeating in her head.
The girl never came to her senses after his speech. It was either because she felt awkward for asking Jimin about his illness at the wrong moment or because she prevented him from saving his sister.
Glancing at the clock, Yoona turned onto her side and looked out the window.
She tried to fall asleep, closing her eyes, when suddenly she heard the creak of a door.
Someone quietly entered her room and stepped carefully on the parquet floor. The bed sagged under the weight. A chill crept under the blanket, and then someone hugged her from behind, gently pressing their chest against hers.
After lying motionless for a few seconds, Yoona finally dared to look at the intruder who had disturbed her sleep. She turned around and buried her nose in Jimin's chest. He was sweetly snoring into the pillow.
Light hair. Skin with a slight bronze tint. Small, slanted eyes. Long eyelashes. Full lips. The boy's beautiful full lips moved in his sleep as if he were saying something. He is handsome. Yet he is so defenseless. Yet he would never ask for help.
He is either strong or wants to appear strong. Yoona looked at Jim for a long time without looking away. Then...
"Why aren't you sleeping?" he muttered in his sleep.
"What?" the girl blinked in response.
"Go to sleep. It's morning. You need to get some sleep," he said without opening his eyes.
"Okay..." Yoona whispered. But she didn't close her eyes, she continued to stare at his face.
Feeling her gaze on him, Jim sighed heavily. He opened his eyes but then realized it was pointless.
Yoona looked at him with her big brown eyes, examining every inch of his face. She tried to memorize every detail. Those two moles on his forehead were driving her crazy.
It was as if an electric current had passed through her body and was now refusing to obey her commands.
"Why did you come here?" Yoona suddenly blurted out.
"It's cold. The house is huge. It's scary to sleep alone."
"Then go to Yoongi. You won't be scared with him."
"Yoongi is busy right now."
"What is he busy with at this hour?" Yoona wondered.
"He's busy, that's all. Go to sleep. I'm tired. It's been a long night."
"I'm sorry..."
"For what?" he asked, his eyes widening.
"For today. I didn't know about your sister and..."
"Don't worry about it."
"I'm sorry..." Tears streamed down her cheeks. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry." Yoona muttered through her tears, then fell silent. "I forgive you," Jim replied, pressing his lips to hers in a sweet kiss.
Yoona could no longer speak. Her heart beat so fast that her breathing became irregular, and her fingers went numb from the surprise.
She would remember this kiss for a long time. No, for the rest of her life because no one had ever kissed her with such tenderness.
In a matter of seconds, Yoona realized what she had been missing all this time. It wasn't alcohol, fun, clubs, or adrenaline.
It was him: The guy from the supermarket who caught her attention with just one glance. The guy who wanted to rob the supermarket and made this night special. The guy who wants to save his younger sister. The guy who took responsibility for his actions. Park Jimin. He's a simple boy from an ordinary neighborhood with no money but whith a big heart. He's ready to sacrifice himself for anyone he cares about.
Leaning over Yoona, Jimin broke the kiss and carefully fixed her hair. They looked at each other silently, unsure of what to do or say next. But Jimin was the first to take a step. He kissed the girl again, deepening the kiss. She responded with pleasure. She hugged him tightly around the shoulders, not wanting to let him go. He didn't mind staying in her arms forever.
His hands slowly made their way under Yoona's shirt, touching her soft skin. A shiver ran through her body.
Jimin pulled away from the girl's sweet lips and began kissing her neck, leaving a wet trail.
Her intoxicating scent made him forget everything. He forgot about the difficult night and gave in to his desire to be with Yoona.
He wanted to take a bite of this sweet vanilla cake whose taste would remind him of this unforgettable night for a long time.
7:00 a.m.
The longest night was finally over.
The house was quiet, and it was already a sunny day outside the window.
The bright rays of the sun shining through the curtains woke the eternally tired Yoongi.
Stretching out on the bed, he fixed his gaze on the white ceiling. He smiled, remembering last night and everything that had happened. He pictured SeoWoo in his mind, wearing a white shirt with her hair down and her shoulder bare. Taking a deep breath, Yoongi reached out toward SeoWoo, but found only cold sheets and a crumpled blanket.
She had been gone from the bed for a long time. Had she really run away to another room?
He crumpled the blanket under him and hugged it, inhaling the remnants of SeoWoo's sweet scent. Without expecting it from himself, he purred like a kitten, basking in bed.
But the pleasure did not last long. The phone rang.
"Ahh, Jimin. Why aren't you sleeping at this hour?" he hissed when he saw his friend's name on the screen. "Yes, Jimin..." He picked up the phone.
"I asked you to always answer my calls," came the voice on the other end. Yoongi jumped out of bed.
"How did you..." His voice trembled with fear.
"How did I get your friend's phone?" the voice asked. "Ohh, it's a funny story..."
"If something happened to Jimin..."
"Don't worry about him. He's alive and well. I have something even more interesting." Yoon's heart nearly jumped out of his chest when he heard SeoWoo's voice on the phone: "Come downstairs. We need to talk. You know what you've gotten yourself into, right? I don't think you want anyone to get hurt, do you? Hurry up. Otherwise, your girlfriend is going to suffer."
7:30
The worst is just beginning...