"That's sad." Yoongi shuffles his feet. "But don't you think that on the brighter side of things, you would get to practice more, and become much, much better at Chem?"

"Yeah, I know. But I was expecting some support for my rant." I roll my eyes.

He giggles, and his eyes twinkle with glee.

"Oh, Y/N! I just attempted to divert your attention to something that I knew you would overlook, in this unfounded bout of rage."

"And what is that?"

"That is left for you to notice." He fumbles with the shining golden watch on his wrist.

"Is that the change you're talking about?" I point at his watch, which is undoubtedly a work of art.

"Actually, no. Even though I bought this online just yesterday." He licks his lips. "This wasn't what I wanted you to notice." He shrugs.

"Let's just talk about something else until the change finally kicks in." I shrug back in response.

"That's a good idea." He nods his head, lowering it for the briefest of moments before his eyes again begin to twinkle, meeting mine, flickering like the flame of a candle. "What is your phone number?"

"Why?" I shriek, voice coming out to be octaves higher than I had intended it to be.

"What's wrong?" He cocks an eyebrow, voice mixed with a tinge of worry.

"Oh, nothing. It's just that, no guy has ever asked for my number before." I gulp slowly, before opening my mouth this time. "Sorry for overreacting." I make a sheepish expression.

"It's fine, babe. You're gonna give me your number or do I-"

"Sure, sure. I will do it. Give me a small chit of paper, I will jot my number down for you." I bite my lip.

"Yeah, wait." He goes back to his desk, rummages through the many sheets of paper kept inside one of the drawers, and emerges with a pastel green colored one.

"I asked for a chit, Suga. You turned up with a whole page?" I crack an amused smile.

"I'd prefer to keep your handwriting, your mark, preserved with me for posterity." He shrugs, his teeth biting onto the seemingly and actually soft, rose tinted lips of his that I have grown to love so much.

I smile at this, a shy one, and grab the piece of paper from him. I write my number onto the sheet with the most beautiful handwriting I can manage. Since he is going to keep it with him forever, as he says.

He looks on as I write. "Your handwriting is simply marvelous." Observant, but maybe not sincere.

"Thank you, Suga." I mouth, biting back a grin that is hell-bent on showing itself on my face.

I hand him the sheet, and his long fingers teasingly glide against the back of my hand. "I will keep this safe with me, forever."

"Forever." I echo what he says. To me, the sound of this word is the most melodious I have ever heard.

Together forever, you and I.

He takes his phone out of the pocket of his cream colored coat and saves my contact.

"Now, won't you kiss me?" He licks his lips again, a clever side-smile lingering at the corners of his cushiony pair.

"Why will I not?" I pull him closer, and he glides across to me effortlessly, his beady brown eyes sparkling and lips shining with moisture.

And we kiss. Softly at first, before ending up with him biting my lower lip gingerly. He pulls away ever so lightly, and plants soft butterfly kisses to my jawline.

When he is finally done, he looks straight into my eyes, his own pair dark with lust.

"The last time you were here, was it too much for you?"

"Nothing is ever too much between us, Yoonie." I return his look. "You don't know how much you turned me on with that move, grabbing at my chest like that, damn. I found myself thinking about that rough move all night, I couldn't sleep. I really wanted you, fuck it, I needed you there, on my bed. Right next to me. We would have done things...sorry..." My hand flew to my mouth, followed by a gasp. "I didn't realize I got this far."

He gapes at me, an open-mouthed expression on his face, before he cups my face in his hands, roughly. Just as I like it.

And that's when I notice it, silver hoop earrings dangling from his ears.

Bejeweled men are just so sexy. A unanimous opinion.

"These earrings." I whisper. "Are those the change you were talking about?"

"Yes." He bites his lip, rather sensually, too hot for people to be unaffected by the gesture. "You noticed it correctly. You'll get your treat now."

I close my eyes as I revel in the proximity between us. His hot breath hits the cold skin of my neck like a powerful gunshot, designed to kill.

"Why is that every time you confess, you arouse me? Little by little, until I think I am going to lose my shit?"