He lets go with a low moan. I exhale slowly, his finger leaving a taste in my mouth I can never forget. I collect some spit from the corners of my mouth and swallow all that I can, savoring the flavor of his skin, the way it made me feel...

"That was just like how my baby would do." Yoongi breaks the chain of my thoughts, biting his lip, then smirking at me. "The best."

"Ummm...thanks?" I reply, unsure of whether to thank him or was that a compliment or I metaphorically sucked at literally sucking or if I am not really his type or...yada yada yada.

Great, I am now babbling in my thoughts. Talk about coherence. And clear heads. Jeez, I am internally NOT alright!

"Y/N..." He again interrupts the train of my thoughts that is chugging along rather haphazardly, and rather rapidly. "You don't quite look 'in the mood', is there anything that is bothering with you? You can tell me, I don't bite." He then giggles one of those cute giggles of his that makes me forget the fact that anyone besides him and I exists in this world.

"Nothing's wrong, Suga. It's just that, I was wondering if I didn't quite, you know, please you in what we were doing just a minute ago..."

"Seriously?" He makes a disapproving face. "And that is bothering you?"

"Yeah, it is. Sorta..." I mumble a reply.

"You were amazing. Trust me when I say that." He smiles warmly at me.

Little fireworks of joy burst inside of my heart as a smile finds its way to my lips. "Thank you."

"You don't need to thank me for appreciating you, you know. You're my love, honey. And everything that you do to make me happy is worth infinite tokens of appreciation."

Oh my God.

"I really am glad I make you feel like that..." I mumble, awkwardness dripping from my voice. I am bad with words, give me a break!

"Yeah, it truly is great, this feeling of being loved." He affirms.

"I cannot agree with you more."

We stand in comfortable silence for a while. Me, hands tucked inside of the pockets of my school blazer while being caught up with tasting the last of his flavor from my tongue. Him, tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek while he is staring into the distance, deep in thought.

"Y/N..." He breaks the silence. "What are we?"

"As in?" I cock an eyebrow.

"As in us...? Being together, you coming here to meet me, us getting somewhat intimate at times...?"

"Is this intimacy?" I giggle. He smiles.

"The beginning of it. But you didn't answer my question."

"I don't know...whatever you would like to call us, maybe?"

"No. I want you to tell me. Nobody else. And I, most definitely, can't answer this."

"I don't know honestly...you are my boyfriend, I am your girlfriend? Like that, kinda...?"

"Yeah, like that." He nods his head in agreement. "I too was thinking on the same lines, but I wasn't so sure about how and what you felt about me."

"Well, now you know." I shrug. I glance at my wristwatch. 5.00 PM.

Shit, I might be late for home today.

"I think I have got to go home now, Yoon." I turn to him.

"So soon?" He pouts. "Can't you stay a wee bit longer?"

"I-"

"Pretty please, Y/N?" He asks me, all cute and puppy eyed.

"I...okay." I bite my lip thinking of how pissed Taehyung is going to be with me once I get back home. He is pretty much going to put me to death, I am sure of that. His doubts are going to be so hard to dispel...and if looks could kill! I would have to figure out ways to enter the apartment entirely unnoticed.

My mind being on overdrive mode, it is unable to detect the presence of Yoongi's hand on the small of my back. It is only when he grabs my ass lightly do I get to know he has sneaked up close to me from behind, wanting more access.

His hands slither up my spine and slide to the front, stopping just below the bikini line. Startled at his audacious touch but too lost in the moment to resist it, I neither encourage nor discourage his actions. Seeing that there isn't going to be an ounce of resistance from my side, his hands slowly work their way up to my breasts, squeezing them lightly, making me moan.