"Something new? Like...?" I ask.

"Do you want me to show you how real men eat pussy?" He throws a question at me to counter mine. And it certainly throws me off balance for at least a few seconds.

Just when I am about to come up with a good retort, Yoongi's large hands travel up my waist, long fingers coursing their way to my jaw at a pace as softly as morning dew falling off a green leaf. He grabs my face in his hands, and forces the establishment of eye contact. I look him in the eye and feel his darkened gaze, by lust obviously, and gulp. Rather noticeably.

No words, no words at all. The shop is so quiet you could listen to the sounds of your own breathing, if you're feeling okay, that is. Because in this case, I find myself waiting with bated breath for what may come next.

What tricks does Yoongi have up his sleeve this time?

He leans closer, and my eyes flutter shut. The tips of his fingers lightly brush against my chin, and he brings his lips close, until our lips touch. Then he pulls away.

A whimper emanates from the back of my throat as a furrow develops between my brows. "Yoonie...?"

"Just wanna make sure you're good with this, Y/N. You don't seem you, nowadays. It's just, you seem...disinterested, somehow. Is everything fine?" His voice softens as he catches my gaze again, pushing my chin up so our eyes meet.

The King of duality.

"Nothing, for sure. Nothing's the matter, Yoongi." I run my hand through his silky brown hair. "I am better than good, actually. Trust me."

"You're sure? You seem quite off-color, I guess..." He stops in the middle of the sentence and smiles softly. "Promise me you will tell me whatever is bothering you, if that is the case."

I can't tell you, Yoongi. You'll never be able to get over it.

"I promise." I beg mentally for God's forgiveness, for having lied like that. Never make false promises, our elders used to teach us. Now I find myself at a point from where there isn't any scope of return. I can't tell him that I think the love between us has lessened. I can't tell him my new best (?) friend has begun capturing my imagination. I can't tell him my brother is a piece of nosey shit. I can't tell him I don't have parents so there's pretty much no one that cares for me.

Except for him, of course, as was evident from the events of the past few days. And Yoongi too, apparently. Or is that unconditionally? That might have to wait, in my opinion.

"Say you love me." His sweet, soothing voice eases my mental turmoil as he begins rubbing circles at the back of my hand.

"I love you." I smile at him, and lean forward to kiss him on the cheek. He blushes, a cute shade of red coloring his pale skin.

He closes the distance between us, our lips fitting into each other like the compatible pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. When he pulls away, he leaves me breathless.

"I love you too, Y/N. You're the part of my life that I cannot afford to lose."

Keeping good sense of the clock ticking away, his hand moves down my torso, and gives my butt a little squeeze. "Like that, baby? You want more?"

"Love it, Suga. I d-definitely want more..."

It's sinful, the indulgence in forbidden pleasure. But it feels so good, you want it again and again. You just come undone, and that feeling is addictive. You don't want to lose any such opportunity, ever. No matter what comes in between. It's just you and him. Nothing else matters.

He ceases his actions for a second time, and pauses for a nod of approval from me, which I wholeheartedly give.

"Don't wait, Yoonie. You can push to start."

His lips curve into a smirk. "So, I am in control now, ain't I?"

"That's what I like, Yoongs."

He kisses his way down, leaving pink and purple love bites all over my neck in the process. Experienced fingers tug at the buttons of my shirt and push it open, for him to view what's underneath. What's his.

"Kitten, your body is beautiful."

A/N: Consider this update as your gift :)