~~ SANGHEE'S POV ~~

"Don't shoot," Yoongi orders sternly, adjusting the targets ahead as I fiddle with the small pistol in my hands. I can feel a bolt of electricity zip course through my veins as I'm finally out of bed and able to move as I please. 

   It's been nearly three weeks since the bullet punctured through my skin. Yoongi never left my side, aside from when he went to deliver food to Jungkook and the others. It turned out they didn't venture far into the forest. They have been camping on the outskirts of town, close enough to hide if they encounter Muhyeok. However, it's been eerily quiet lately; as though the village is asleep. 

    Muhyeok hasn't been around for days, it seems. Jimin stills insists on hiding, saying its safer for all of them. Yoongi thinks they should just come back, since Jangmi's stomach continues to grow every day. Jungkook is adamant in staying out there, just a little longer. 

   We have visited them multiple times throughout the day, and even spent nights with them. But Yoongi insists the two of us will be safer at his home. He says I need to recover completely.

   Now, I'm  here, learning how to shoot a gun on the outskirts of the woods with Min Yoongi. 

    Yoongi creeps up from behind the trees, pulling out his own gun while intently watching me with his peripheral vision. 

"Hold it like this," he says while slowly inching closer, his warm breath trailing up my neck. I try not to stare into his sparkling eyes, knowing they will only poison me with his infectious spell.  

"No," he laughs, gently putting down his gun and causing me to shudder when his warm hands gently enclose mine. He pulls me in agaisnt his chest, properly positioning my hands on the pistol. 

"Like this," he gently whispers, as I try to control my trembling body. 

    Something about his touch makes me shiver yet light up with inner warmth all at once. It's an unexplainable feeling... One I've yet to define. 

    I slowly nod my head, tightening my grip on the weapon. 

"Now, shoo---"

    I immediately pull the trigger, a large smile of satisfaction forming as the bullet hits the Bulls-eye. 

    Yoongi stares at me for a long moment, his lips parted in shock. 

"HA!" I squeal with excitement, "You said I wouldn't make it!" 

    His eye-brows slowly furrow, his lips forming into a little pout. 

    I lift the gun up again, gaining another victory and more surprised expressions from Yoongi. 

"How," he protests, "You're one lucky woman."  

    I smile, gazing at him for a long moment, Yes, I am. I got lucky didn't I? Maybe it wasn't luck. Maybe it was destiny. Maybe we were meant to find one another, even in the worst of places. If I was to re-do it all, I'd come back here. Just to meet Min Yoongi again. 

   The way he carefully tended my wound, brewed tea and medicine, waited on me, assisted me in every way, how could I ever forget such kindness? August D isn't a monster. He's perceived as something entirely incorrect. 

"I'm lucky..." I begin, surprised by the words I'm about to utter, "--I came across you." 

***********

Two Days Later...

     I carefully wrapped a clean bandage around my bruised arm, wincing as I tighten the loose ends. I wipe off the extra blood on my black jeans, coughing in disgust at the gross mess I've made of myself. At least my bullet wound is healed. I just can't manage to keep myself clean, though. Not in a place like Changu. 

My overjacket is filthy and ragged... it smells of old blood and rot. I don't know how much longer I can stand this foul place. I guess I've gotten used to it...just like everyone else here. Yoongi is the only thing that makes it bareable. 

"Sanghee?" a calm and deep voice asks from somewhere behind me, causing me to turn around.

"Yoongi-ah," I reply, freezing as he steps towards me with a concerned expression.

Shoot, I quickly try to cover up my wrist, realizing he's now bound to notice.

His raven hair drips with sweat at the tips.. he must have been working hard. Or fighting someone. His hands aren't stained with blood, though. His eyes seem to be lit with a sort of affection and wanting. I can feel my heartbeat begin to quicken as he approaches. His presence causes my heart to do all kinds of crazy things. I'm not sure how to control it anymore. Every time our skin touches, my heart is filled with a deep desire that matches the scattered throughts running through my mind.

"Are you hurt?" he demands, sliding up beside me, gently inspecting my arm.

"I'm okay," I respond softly, gazing up at his dark eyes while trying to control my heartbeat. 

He looks down at my shirt and scowls, "Take that off. It's disgusting, Sanghee. I'll give you one of my shirts."

"No, you need them. I-I can buy my own."

Why am I so distracted? Why am I feeling so funny inside? Why is my heart going insane? Why do I feel like it's pounding so harshly that it might tear through my chest? What is wrong with me?

I stand to my feet when he goes and grabs a black shirt from his basket, "Wear this."

I slowly begin to take off my overjacket, but my arm is in so much pain. I groan quietly, praying he won't hear me. I can let him know about the incident from earlier. He'd probably go off and kill the man right this instant.

It was nothing, really. I just got pushed while getting some food from the market. This tall and bulky man shoved me to the ground after stealing some of the food-- but Yoongi doesn't need to know. 

"Let me do it," he orders, spinning me around until we are face to face. I take a deep breath when his fingers travel down to the fastening of my jacket. He carefully unties it, being especially careful with my arm. As he softly inhales in and out, his warm breath travels up my neck, tickling the tips of my ears.

"There," he says, carefully removing the jacket, "You should take this off, too." He points to my brown T-shirt, "But-um-I'll let you do that one..."

"Thank you," I smile, and change my shirt in the corner where I'm not visible. When I make my way back to the main room, I am surprised to see Yoongi dragging in a large bag of rice through the door. 

"Where is this from?" I ask in surprise, sliding up beside him.

When he does not answer, a frown overtakes my surprised expression,

"Yoongi.. you didn't steal..."

"I did, Sanghee."

"Yoongi!! That's wrong!!" I say angrily, causing him to grunt.

"That's just how things work here. It's not like the palace. You should know that by now."

"That doesn't mean it's right, Yoongi."

"Would you rather we starve?" he asks in a somewhat defeated tone, softness even audible in his voice.

I'm suprised... he doesn't seem even close to as angry as he usually gets with me. Normally, he'd be yelling or scolding me. However, right now he seems relaxed... almost... content?

"No..." I mutter slowly, feeling torn.

"Everyone steals here. No one works hard for anything. The rice I stole was stolen by the owner. Everything comes from someone else here."

"But it's not right," I insist, lost in his eyes. He can be so hard to read...

"Are you really mad at me?" he asks, his voice trailing off into a soft tone as he let's go of the bag.

"I-I—," I stammer for words. I can't think clearly right now. I feel all stupid and fluttery.

"Don't be angry with me," he says in a deep voice, gently grabbing hold of my healed wrist.

I can feel my body freeze... an overwhelming shock swells through my veins as he brushes loose strands of hair behind my ears, his soft fingers running against my skin. 

"You don't deserve to be here in this hell hole," he nearly whispers, his voice sending small shivers down my spine. He slowly pulls me closer towards his chest, causing my entire body to go completely numb.

"You don't deserve it either," I finally muster up the courage to say. He looks down at the ground with a sad expression.

"I've done a lot of bad things, Sanghee... I've killed a lot of people. I've lied. Cheated. Stolen."

"But you want to start over," I speak for him, "You want to change."

"I don't want to be August D anymore, Sanghee. I just want to be Min Yoongi."

He draws me slightly closer, slowly filling the gap between us.

"You've always been Min Yoongi to me," I say quietly, looking away when our eyes lock.

I feel his cool fingers cup my chin; he gently tilts my head back in his direction so our eyes may meet once again.

I find myself desperately wanting the same thing as him... he's so dangerous, cold, alluring, and sweet all at the same time. My heartbeat quickens as his eyes travel down to my lips.

   Before either of us get the chance to speak again, he rests a hand on my jaw, pulling me in until our lips collide.

   I blink in surprise... but the shock quickly fades from my body. A blissful feeling fills my heart as the embrace begins. I can feel my adrenaline begin to race. It's as though all my worries fade from my body, instead being replaced with complete adoration for the man before me. The only thing I'm able to think about is him, and this moment. 

 The kiss starts off slow and delicate... he rests a hand on my hip, securing his hold on me. I can feel his heartbeat as I rest an arm over his heart, stepping closer. His clothing smells of almonds and cinnamon... he must have been at the market.

   My other arm trails up to the back of his neck. His smooth milky skin feels so soft against my cold hands. Our lips continue to slowly move at a syncopated pace, pure passion and love being communicated through the act of contact. 

   After an incredibly long moment, I slowly draw back in search of air; our lips gently brushes as our warm breath mingles in the heat of the moment. 

"Sorry," he mumbles between scattered breaths, "I—,"

"I liked it," I respond, interrupting his apology, feeling as though my heart is on fire, "Do it again."

   He doesn't waste any time, fuffiling my wish immediately.

He rests a hand on my neck, pulling me back in against his chest. My hands slowly travel up his neck before carefully weaving through his hair, filling the last gap of space between us. Our lips move more quickly, with a sense of strong urgency and wanting. He tilts his head to the side, further deepening the kiss. I quickly draw away to catch my breath, but immediately claim his lips once again, in a desperate manner. 

It's too late... I've already been given a taste of him. I can't have enough. 

The buttons on his thick leather jacket begin to poke at my skin; I reach for the zipper, slowly drawing it down until the jacket slides off his shoulders, exposing only a clean white shirt.

 It's the one I bought him. 

The one he claimed to have sold. 

   The jacket falls to the ground, and I wrap my arms around his neck, sinking further into his chest.

   I stumble slightly, tripping a few steps backwards until my back slams against the wall. He places his arms on either side of me, trapping me against the bricks. A devilish expression overtakes his face, and he slowly eyes me up and down with hungry eyes.

   I try to contain the exhilaration flowing throughout me, driving my heart off to another unknown realmn. I feel weak and light-headed, as though me knees may give out under his caress.

 He breaths heavily, still leaning over me while collecting air. 

"Still angry?" he asks with a wide gummy smile.

"No—," I say breathlessly, "and—I thought you sold that shirt—," I point at the white cotton long-sleeve. A v shape forms at the collar, exposing some of his toned chest.

He smiles guiltily, "I lied."

"You're mean," I pout, still in search of air.

"I just wanted to make you squirm a little..." he smirks, "But I'm sorry..."

   He backs away, allowing me to escape. Part of me wishes he'd keep me locked between his arms; with our lips locked like that forever. 

   I slowly walk over to my bed, searching for my grey sleeping pants. I still have this tingling sensation in my stomach... a blissful feeling...

"You can keep that shirt," he says dismissively while pointing at my current top.

He disappears into the corner for a short while, and changes into his sleeping clothes. When he comes back out, I can't help but stare at his broad shoulders and well-structured build.

"Daydreaming?" he asks with a laugh.

"Mmmhmm," I respond, falling onto my bed. 

    The room is filled with silence for a long moment, until we both dare to take a glance at one another.

He shoots me an awkward expression. 

His eyes go back and forth between his bed and mine.

He's not...

Oh god.

He is...

"Sleep with me tonight," he suddenly blurts, his tone slightly commanding.  

A/N 

HELLOOOOOO!!!

Y'all it's happening. They have finally officially confessed in their own weird way 😂

I apologize for being inactive for a couple days! I, uh, heh, kind of got my phone taken "away" soooo that really sucked for me. But I have it now so we're good. My new school is also very scrict about phones so I can't really use it at all during the day. 

Please forgive me if I'm a bit delayed with your update or so!

Anyway, SCHOOL!!! I absolutely LOVEEEEE IT SO FARRRRR. 

First of all, my English teacher played My Universe so he totally earned my respect. 💜 

And guess what lol... There's a Korean boiiii in my class. What are the CHANCES?! He has rlly good style and he's fluent in English and Korean so I can communicate with him. Plus, he's not an exchange student so I don't have to worry about him leaving. He's really nice and I look forward to getting to know him better so that's exciting. 

I hope you enjoyed this chapterrrrr and Tysm for reading!!💜💜