Park Soomi

"Yoongi..." His name rolled off my tongue in a whimper, the warm sensation of his lips overwhelming my entire body and leaving my head spinning. His kisses started as gentle pecks along my collarbone but gradually became rougher as he reached my neck.

He intertwined his hands with mine, pinning them against the wall. He left me feeling intoxicated, drunk on his touch and scent.

But I craved more. I craved the taste of his lips.

With my eyes sealed shut, immersed in all the pleasure, I felt slightly lost and frustrated when Yoongi pulled away. But the sudden loss of contact was quickly replaced with his hot breath tickling my lips. I fluttered my eyes open to see Yoongi's face just centimeters away, his darkened eyes full of lust.

He barely grazed my bottom lip, purposely tempting me with his tantalizing touches. But I couldn't wait a second longer as I desperately pressed my lips onto his.

I quickly became addicted to his taste and the way his lips so perfectly melded into mine. I instinctively tried to run my fingers through his hair, forgetting about his tight grip on my hands.

All I could think about was how much I wanted to touch him, to play with his hair, to run my fingers down his chest...

He quickly caught on to what I wanted and loosened his grip. His arms snaked around my waist as my fingers freely swept through his hair.

Without breaking our kiss, he hastily guided me over to the bed before pushing me down onto the mattress. I looked at him with a desirous stare as he quickly pulled his shirt over his head.

He gave me no chance to admire his figure before climbing on top of me. Our lips hungrily connected as his hands roamed my body, perfectly caressing each curve. His skillful touches left me begging me for more as I eagerly ran my fingers down his toned chest.

"Mmmm, Soomi." His low, raspy whispers left vibrations in my ear.

One of his hands slipped under my top as the other fumbled to undo the buttons.

"Soomi?"

His voice sounded different this time, distant and drenched in reverb. But I squeezed my eyes tighter, trying to ignore this and focus on the sensation of Yoongi's fingers, his lips, his tongue...

"Soomi!"

I squinted my eyes open, trying to adjust to the brightness in the room.

Wait...did I just dream—

"Oh, good, you're awake." I jumped slightly from hearing Yoongi's voice. "You're gonna be late for work."

I turned my head towards the door, instantly regretting this when our eyes met. I felt my cheeks heat up in embarrassment as I looked away.

I'm never gonna be able to look him in the eye the same way again...

"Are you okay?" Yoongi asked. I flinched for a second time seeing him suddenly by my side.

"Y-yeah, why?"

"You're sweating a bit. Also, your face is flushed." He reached towards me, and I instinctively swatted his hand away.

"W-what are you doing?"

"I was just gonna check your temperature," he responded, clearly confused. "Are you sure there's nothing wrong?"

"No—I mean yes. I-I mean, ummm, you should go. I should get ready."

I scrambled out of bed, about to gently push Yoongi out the room. My hands froze just as I was about to nudge his shoulder, arms awkwardly lifted in the air as I suddenly became overly conscious about touching Yoongi.

"J-just go," I stuttered, finally gesturing for him to leave. He shot me one last puzzled look before leaving.

I exhaled deeply once the door closed. As my gaze wandered off, my eyes just so happened to fall on the dream journal I started a week ago when Misa first came.

I can't believe, after so many dreamless nights, I randomly just had a sex dream...

Every waking moment had been filled with countless questions: Am I just attracted to him? Is it just an infatuation? Or is it something more?

Do I want the dream to come true?

These thoughts continued bothering me no matter how hard I tried focusing on anything else: what outfit to wear, my upcoming session with Seokjin, what food I wanted to eat...

Anything.

But somehow, it always led back to Yoongi.

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"Is something bothering you?" I asked Seokjin as our long hours of recording neared its end. He seemed more nervous and less talkative in between recordings than usual.

His eyes widened slightly, like a little kid caught in a small lie.

"Oh, uh, yeah. So, umm, I tried my hand in producing and composing my own song for the first time, and I was wondering if I could get your feedback?"

I was surprised by Seokjin's unexpected interest in producing.

"Yeah, of course! What made you want to write your own song?"

"I-I don't know. Recently I've been dealing with a strong feeling of, umm, longing?" He seemed uncertain with his response. "I wanted to embody that feeling into a song. The lyrics aren't finished yet but, umm, yeah."

"Can't wait to hear it." I gave him a reassuring smile, trying to ease his obvious nervousness.

Music soon filled the room, and I was both surprised and impressed by the complexity and atmosphere of the instrumental. It was nothing like the songs we had worked on together, with its smooth R&B feel and beautiful blend of sounds.

And despite the effort I had put in to forget about Yoongi, the sensual music quickly made me think of him, reminding me of his presence in the room. I couldn't help but steal glances at him.

I was absorbed in the music and my imagination when Seokjin abruptly paused the track.

"Wow, Seokjin. You might not even need me anymore. The track sounds amazing," I remarked. He seemed caught off guard by my compliment. "Why do you look so surprised?" I asked with a laugh.

"I'm just...not very used to compliments, that's all. Especially when it comes to music." A light smile finally grazed Seokjin's lips just as his phone rang. He took one look at the screen before his face immediately fell once more. "Sorry, I have to go now, but thank you for taking a look at my song."

"O-okay, I—" I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye as Seokjin hastily gathered his things and rushed out. I stared at the door in confusion but didn't dwell on it for too long.

Because here I was now, alone, with Yoongi.

"S-so, umm, should we head back?" I asked him.

"Actually, why don't we stay and work on Seokjin's song? I already have a bunch of ideas I wanna experiment with," he said, a hint of excitement in his voice. I gulped, nervous about being alone with Yoongi with that song playing in the background. I don't know if I'll be able to control myself...

But maybe I didn't need to. Maybe this was the opportunity I was looking for all week, a chance to finally make a move like Misa suggested.

Who knows when I'll stumble across a better moment, right?

"O-okay, sure."

As we both sat down, I was hyper-aware of any form of physical contact: our legs grazing against each other every so often, our hands brushing against each other on the table. I was overly sensitive to it all.

And with the song now playing through my headphones, I felt even more immersed in the ambiance of the music. Though Yoongi's eyes were shut in concentration, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. The music fueled my urge to give in to temptations. Without even noticing, my gaze landed on his lips. They looked even softer and more inviting than the dream.

The song entered its bridge, and my gaze flickered back up to his eyes. His piercing stare caught me off guard. Normally, I'd look away, embarrassed that he had seen me staring at his lips. But for some reason, with the music playing in my ears, I just continued to stare.

It's now or never.

The atmosphere felt heavy. My heart pounded louder than the bass as I slowly leaned in.

With perfect timing to the drop of the final chorus, our lips touched, and it felt like sparks were flying.

The moment I felt his lips move against mine, my tensed muscles relaxed, and it was if all my worries melted away. Our lips moved in sync to the rhythm of the music as I wrapped my arms around his neck. With how perfectly his scent and taste hypnotized me, I couldn't help but wonder if all of this was just another dream.

The song was gradually fading to an end as the two of us pulled apart for a second to catch our breaths. I wasted no time leaning in once more to deepen the kiss, but as the song hit its last note, my lips came into contact with the air.

I opened my eyes in confusion, but the moment I saw Yoongi's face, my heart dropped. He stood up, increasing the distance between us, and he said the words that made my world come crashing back to reality.

"I'm sorry. I can't do this."

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{a/n}
Finally back with that update! I hope you all enjoyed! ☺️❤️

Also, I have some good news! Man in Black won first place in the Yoongi category in the Your Eyes Tell Awards! Thank you everyone for being my motivation to write this book, and special thanks to the host bts_army438 and my judge bangstankinley for taking the time to read my book and giving it the chance to get recognized!!