Min Yoongi. 

My best friend since middle school.

A musical prodigy, in all instruments.

Kang Chan-Hee.

Me.

A musical prodigy, in ten different genres of music.

Now?

Both, about to graduate in college.

Majoring in Performing Arts, graduating with a Bachelor's Degree,

Top of the class.

Like actually right now?

Arguing whether the note in this classical song for our project should be a

 B Flat or an A sharp.

"Min Yoongi, I'm telling you, it should be the sharp, who the hell uses flats these days? "

He sighed in defeat, as he turned the pages of the notebook.

I stared at his lips, being mesmerized by how beautiful they were.

How are his lips always moisturized?

The way they moved as he focused on his work, I couldn't really breathe.

I wanted to kiss him.

I wanted to feel his pretty lips against mine, why am I feeling this way?

Those lips..

How would they feel as they grazed my skin?

I watched as his hands travelled to his lips to bite them.

He has a habit of biting his nails when he was frustrated.

How would his hands feel as they gripped my neck tightly?

Would his hands send the same electricity as I imagine?

I wanted to know.

I need to know.

"Yoongi..."

He lips formed a thin line, indicating he was listening.

I was still intoxicated by his lips, as I could barely form a sentence.

But he understood what I said.

"I wonder how your lips taste..?"

I closed the gap between us, having the euphoric feeling fulfilled.

He kisses back, making my mind hazier than before.

I wrap my hands around his neck, pulling his lips closer than it was.

His hands hold my waist, touching the bare skin showing just beneath my shirt.

He pulled me onto his lap, us drowning more into the kiss.

He gripped the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and off of me in a swift motion.

His fingertips dragging along the way, sending the electricity I imagine about.

I desperately latched my lips onto his again as it was once separated by the material.

I didn't know how much this kiss was needed.

I didn't care about the lack of oxygen.

I rested on his lap, feeling everything.

My hands roamed around everywhere, desperate to touch what I didn't before.

My hands combing through his hair making it messier than it was.

My hips moving to fulfill our needy wants.

My mouth creating those beautiful purple patches on his neck.

His teeth biting and tugging my bottom lip.

His hands gripping my butt as our mouths latch onto each other.

His groans that are music to my ears better than the genres, as I find his sweet spot.

I kissed him for the last time, feeling the wetness hit my cheeks, dripping to my mouth.

I didn't stop.

This was never meant to happen.

But I couldn't keep myself away.

I felt myself fading away by the second.

I desperately tried to hold onto him but he was letting go of me.

I felt myself disappear, I only had a few seconds left.

I hit his chest lightly as I whisper into his ear.

"I hate you.. So much... Yet I love you."

-

Welcome to my world.

Where I fell in love with guardian angel named Min Yoongi.

Where I had no voice as the rules turned against me.

Welcome to his world.

Where he fell in lust with a demon of Lust named Kang Chan-Hee.

Where he changed the rules.

-

Let's introduce ourselves again, shall we?

Kang Chan-Hee.

Me.

A guardian angel whose heart is made of gold.

Saw Min Yoongi as a good man who is misunderstood.

Min Yoongi.

 The original sin of Lust.

A demon whose heart is nowhere to be found.

Saw Kang Chan-Hee as his easy target.

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Did you notice that Min Yoongi never said anything?