"I remember only images, snapshots burned into me, bleeding into each other until I no longer knew the order in which they had happen."

-Laure Eve-
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Fogged by whatever it was, Yoongi's logic and consciousness were nowhere to be found when his quivering and liquor tasted lips met the delicate skin of Soomin's exposed collarbone. It felt so wrong but as if his tongue had its own will, he could not stop himself by tasting the softness of it.

Hummed at the indescribable sensation he got, Yoongi unhesitatingly dragged his sloppy tongue up to the back of her ear before nibbled at her pierced earlobe, which unexpectedly earned a low whimpered from the defenseless woman in his arms.

He wasn't sure how low the air conditioner for the room was set, but one thing for sure was he's burning, especially at the places where she'd touched him. With one hand clutched at his nape and the other one tangled on his hair, Yoongi could feel how shaky and breathy Soomin was when he clumsily unbuttoned her crumpled shirt while nipping her neck.

1 button, 2 buttons, and then..snap!

Her already tensed body was stoned as Yoongi impatiently and aggressively yanked the shirt after the second button that neatly covered her upper part was detached, which caused the rest of the buttons flew over the floor and of course, revealed the scene that he could only ever see it on his wildest dream.

The contrast between the color of her top lingerie and her glowing skin totally flushed out Yoongi's remaining sense as he harshly grabbed the both side of her hands before laid her on the cold king sized bed. There was no word between them, the only voices echoed in the room was their exchange heavy breathing. Swiped the blessing view under his tensed figure with hungry gaze, he was far for being able to contain his desire to explore it.

Pulled down the one side of the only garment that hide her perky bosoms, he let out a satisfied deep groan when her bare left one came to his sight. The sudden coldness that hit her sensitive part caused her to release unintentional sensual breath from her slightly opened mouth, which triggered the thirsty man above her.

Sharply stared right into her eyes while harshly caressing the unclothed side of her bosom with his sweaty right hand, he positioned his both knees at the both side of her waist and tried his best to unbutton his own damped shirt.

Whether because of his drunk state, his slippery shaky hand, or his clearly rising libido, the button was somehow unwilling to be detached even though he already used both of his hands. Yoongi was beyond desperate and frustrated as he grunted and cursed lowly.

"Hey"

Yoongi dragged his sight from the stubborn buttons to a stunning blushed face under him. He felt a tug on his shirt that asked him to lean in. As he hold his weight on both of his hands and his knees while Soomin laid under him, he let her help him with the buttons. Patiently waited till she's done with all of it like a good obedient kid, Yoongi closed his eyes and literally purred as he felt her warm finger brushed away his messy jet black hair from his reddened face.

Leaned into her exposed skin, he waited no more to work his lips on her bust that made her immediately arched her back due to the unexplainable sensation of his gentle tongue on it.

Muffled voices started to fill the steamy room while he thoroughly touched every inch of her pure figure. Heavenly sounds of her needy state really pushed him to the edge that he unconsciously bit her full marked bust right on the very perky spot.

"Ah" she whimpered, grabbed a handful of his hair hardly while keeping her eyes closed. This..This reaction blew away his last fuse. Zipped down her pants and pulled it down before throwing it away to the other side of the bed, he consumed the arousing picture presented under him while he unbuckling and kicking his own together with his inner boxer which left him with nothing but the unbuttoned shirt lamely hanged on his thin yet muscular pale body.

At this rate, with the almost naked man of her life right on top of her, Soomin lost it all. Yoongi saw her lustily eyeing him, before mindlessly reached out her hand to lightly feel his hard abs down to his most private spot. Being touched painfully slow at the tip of it, he totally lost his mind when he grabbed her wrist and guided her to grabbed the whole thing with her slender arm.

Soomin gasped. Sharply.
Yoongi moaned. Loudly.

The aroused man pressed his throbbing part to her smooth palm before she instinctively wrapped and hesitantly stroke it down with her arms.

"Fuck"

Reached into her still clothed below part, he leaned in a bit and wiggled his finger into the inside of her lacy bottom lingerie. He bit his bottom lips as he felt the friction between her arms and his manhood got harder when his finger found its way to caress her holy spot. She was squirming at the new feeling of being boldly touch. She was no longer timid as she voluntarily spread her legs to give Yoongi more space to do what he's currently doing with her body.

"Enough.." he breathily gave the order as he pulled her hand from him which was followed by him leaving her sweet place along with her messy panties. Licked her parted lips as he lowered himself, he nipped on it as he brushed his lower part against hers. She undoubtedly moaned at his lips.

"Mine"

That was the last word he said with his raspy voice before he felt an overwhelming sense of being wrapped by the whole new warmth and tightness of the girl who was holding his biceps tightly while submissively accepting him with all she got. Now, he was undoubtedly claiming the one he was craving for by making an absolute trace of his existence on her.

Sent to cloud by every effect he got from his non stop moves inside her, he clutched one of his hands on the pillow next to her head while the other kept its moves on her reddened bosom. It was beyond good. It was too addicting that he did not want it to end but he got his limit.

"I love you"

That's it. He could not hold it any longer.

Her sultry voice between her harsh breaths that chanted the words he longed to hear crushed down his last defense. Chains of groans, grunts, curses, and heavy moans left his parted lips shamelessly as Soomin, who was buried her face on his crook to muffle her pleasant sounds, moved her hips upward to meet his in the way with the support of her nails that deeply dug onto his tensed back.

With that last gesture, Yoongi gave everything he got to her. Literally.

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"Ugh!"

Eyes wide opened. Mouth parted slightly. Heart thumped wildly. Lungs erratically pumped. Hands clutched bedsheet tightly. Face drenched with beady sweat.

Min Yoongi, the totally weary man, blinked away the sudden light that hit his blurry eyes and the first thing he clearly saw was white ceiling instead of the image of trembling Soomin who was sprawled right under him. Huh?

"Good morning Sunshine"

He tilted his heavy head to his left side to find Hoseok approached him with a coffee on his hand. Yoongi said nothing but his face was the absolute presentation of confusion which earned a chuckle from the other. Before Hoseok said anything, another voice came into his hearing, a noisy and high pitch one.

"Hoseok Hyung, have you ever seen Soomin's Da- OH MY GOOD YOU FINALLY OPEN THAT DAMN EYES!"

Yoongi could only scrunched his eyes and let Jimin shook his limped body as he asked a ton of questions that the older could not even comprehend.

"You know what, this morning I just came to the point that maybe this old man needs a handsome prince from faraway land to give him a kiss so that he would back to his consciousness! For God's sake! Wait- why did you look like having a marathon?" Jimin asked while examining his obvious blushed, sweaty face.

"Wh- what the heck are you talking about? where am I?" The one who was laying helplessly on the bed looked at the both of his younger fella and then looked around the room in such a puzzled way. Is it a ward?

"Hyung, you've passed out for two straight days. Don't asked us why and how, but Jimin got the call from the hospital a few hours after we parted from Seokjin Hyung's place. They just said that you're unconscious when some random people left you here." Hoseok explained calmly while sipping his coffee.

"To think again, how did they know who to call? I mean -"

Meanwhile Jimin trailed of his concerns, Yoongi just stared at the plain white ceiling while trying to dig up what was happened after Taehyung left him up at that streetlight. Yet, after couple of minutes he gave up and decided to leave it as another unanswered questions he had related to that certain friend of him.

Maybe he knocked me up and left me here.

As the thought of possibility that Taehyung could easily crack his neck and left him die in the middle of empty and rainy road, he couldn't help but to have a shiver all the way his spine. It made him shuddered in fear.

"Should I call the doctor?" Jimin asked while munching his sandwich.

"I'll do it" Hoseok said as he went to the nurse stationed near the ward.

"Uh, by the way, I don't know if I should tell you now, but I thought I just saw Soomin's dad earlier in this place. He looked so-"

"Hyung! Kim Soomin is hospitalized at the ward next to this room!" Just like a tornado, Hoseok bursted into the room, cut anything Jimin tried to say while overly telling the news he got from glancing the list of patient hang on the nurse station.

"Ah that's why-"

Didn't bother to hear anything more, Yoongi threw the comforter away and jumped out from the bed before bolted barefooted to the room Hoseok had told.

She's here? He thought as he ignored the certain throbbing feeling in his head.

Contrast to how fast he reached the place, Yoongi hesitantly and carefully touched the doorknob so that he wouldn't make noises with it. As soon as he stepped one of his foot into the room, he flinched at the unexpected voice came from a man, Mr. Kim.

The image of cool, chill, and funny dad was suddenly crushed down as Yoongi heard Mr. Kim snapped to whoever stayed at that room. He was mad. He was furious.

What is happening? Yoongi mentally asked himself while slowly entered the room and stayed behind the partition next to the bed which he assumed as Soomin's. He peeked a little and furrowed. He saw no one except Mr. Kim who was absolutely angry about something, Mrs. Kim who was silently sitting next to the bed while caressing her daughter's hand, and of course Kim Soomin who was hanging her head low as she sat on the bed.

Yoongi had the urge to approach her as he saw how pale her face and how weak she looked was but he restrained himself as Mr. Kim kept throwing questions in a harsh way to his already worn out daughter.

What did she do to make him furious like that? He thought.

"Still won't tell me the name?!"

Whose name?

"I'm asking you one more time, who did this to you?!

Did what?

"Did you do it with more than one person so you couldn't tell which one-"

What? Wait a min-

"Kim Jiwoon!" The man behind partition gasped in the middle of his bewildered mind as he saw the most unexpected scene when Mrs.Kim slapped her husband with tears rolling down on her cheeks. "Don't you dare to speak ill about my daughter!" she said as her shaking hand still pointing right to her husband face. "Don't you ever dare"

The fuck are they talking about?!

"Even if she carries this?"

Yoongi's eyes almost jumped out of its sockets when his saw the tired-angry-disappointed Mr. Kim held up something bizarre with his hand. He just saw a glimpse of it but he was sure of what it was.

Hold up, is that- did she- is it hers? Wait, no.. no way- how did- Who the heck-

Then he froze on his spot. His absent mind abruptly flooded by all of the images and blurry memory he got from all of his uncommon dreams. It started to do the math as he combined all of them with the actual evidence on his back, the amount of day passed after that time, and the shocking information he got by eavesdropping.

Oh God. He patted the thumping chest to calm himself as he reached the possible conclusion about all of this situation. Min Yoongi, man up. With that last self-encouragement and the level of uncertainty, Yoongi walked into the scene. Startled the three of Kim's family with his bold words.

"It's mine"

"What? What are you doing here? What's with that hospital clothes? Are yo-"

"The baby.. is mine Mr. Kim" He said carefully as he pointed at the black and white ultrasound picture held by the father.

Everything was happened so fast when he found himself stumbled into the cold floor as a strong jab found its way to his side profile. Iron taste invaded the inside of his mouth as he received another jabs on the other side of his face. Stayed still defenseless, he did nothing but accepted the father's wrath, ignoring all the shouts from Mrs. Kim who asked her husband to stop. Yet, Yoongi still managed to lock his gaze with the bedridden mute girl. She said nothing but he could see how her eyes spoke million unsaid words.

"Stop.." she whispered weakly, but no one except Yoongi heard it. "Dad! Stop it! Please.." the girl yelled, loud enough to make her father held his fist, before she squinted her eyes and went collapsed onto the bed. She was totally unconscious which made the panic and stressed out mom immediately ran to the outside to call over the doctor. Yoongi who was about to approach her, was being pushed away by Mr. Kim before the door was slammed right in front of his bruised face.

Let me in..please..

He silently pleaded as he dropped down on his knees which soon enough being pulled out by two pairs of hands, Hoseok's and Jimin's, that dragged him back to his room.

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A/N

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