*Mature Content*

You sat quiet in Yoongi's ride on the drive back home.

Being around your circle of friends did nothing but remind you of the past you shared with him not to mention the pain that followed.

It's been years since you last spoke to each other.

His dream of pursuing music became a reality but unfortunately for you it threw a wrench into your relationship. Yoongi thought it would have made you bitter and selfish but you were humble and encouraged him to follow his heart when it came to his first love.

However, the consequence of pain that followed the decision, broke you into a million pieces though you would never admit it before tonight. It took what seemed like centuries to restructure your heart but something ticked in you and allowed to pieces to disassemble.

Yoongi continued to glance in your direction. It troubled him to see grievous look on your face and you took a vow of silence after your quarrel at Namjoon's.

"Are you gonna talk to me?" His voice was deep, sheathe in uncertainty and wedded with guilt.

You continued to look out of the window as your argument echoed your thoughts, trying to ignore the feeling how much you really wanted him to just kiss the hurt away.

If only it were that easy.    

Yoongi made a hasty left turn.

"What are you doing?" You bellowed, holding onto the dash in shock of the sudden change in direction.

"Taking you somewhere we could talk." He mumbled, eyes cold while holding a dead stare on the road.

Yoongi took you to an old playground where the two of you would often play as kids. Cutting your stare at him, you got out of the car and walked to an old oak tree out-skirting the area. Tears welded your eyes as fragments of childhood memories with him rippled through you.

"Do you think they're still there?" Yoongi's velvet voice flowed as he approached you.

Brushing your hand against the tree, the shimmering moon made it easy to spot a remnant of significance you shared. "Here they are."

"Hmm...Our initials." Yoongi hummed, feeling a brisk of nostalgia palpating his being.  

"Yeah." Your voice close to a whisper as you wiped a tear from your eye. You leaned against the tree to face Yoongi.

The tensity of the air surrounding thickened as you stared into each other's eyes. Yoongi was always the one who was quick to express his thoughts through long conversations and never left an argument unresolved but tonight, something seemed different with him.

He inched closer to you. "I can't even begin to tell you how sorry I am."

Gulping from his apology, you began to shiver wondering where this was leading. You've waited a long time for this conversation and still felt unprepared. "Well, it's not totally your fault. I never called you afterwards either."

"Doesn't matter. I should have been the one to make sure we'd keep in touch." Yoongi admitted. Taking the blame was easier for him instead of allowing another argument to brew.

Another tear drop fell from your eye. Yoongi sealed the space between you, brushing his thumb against your cheek to wipe it away. A warm tenderness unfolded inside him from the absence of being able to comfort you. The sting of the breakup pierced him in this moment.

"I'm still here to wipe your tears." He whispered.

Your stomach began to flutter, feeling almost faint from his breath against your face. A slight pant eluded your lips. "I really missed you Yoongi." You uttered as your heart throbbed against your chest.

Yoongi lifted his arm up, resting it next to you as his other hand glides around your waist. "I still love you." His baritone murmured deep but very clear.

Hearing those words emitted a thousand and one feelings in you. Your body grew heated and tense from intensity coiled in his confession.

Yoongi moved closer to you, his lips barely a touch from yours. "I want you." he moaned before taking them to his.

You wanted to fight it. Part of you screamed and wailed to not fall victim to this. It wasn't the reunion you had in mind and nothing could be resolved if you started out this way but deep down you knew what was about to happen was inevitable. You surrendered to his kiss, your heart waving a white flag of defeat.

Your body began to beg for him, quenching a thirst that left you in a drought for so long. No one could handle you like Yoongi and you'd be damned to think other wise. You could feel the hunger from him as well judging from stroke of his lips that became rough and eager to show you just how much he missed you as well.

Yoongi took his hand from around your waist and eased it inside your skirt, caressing your thigh and crawling his way to your heat. His fingertips brush against you, yielding a whimper from you in the midst of your kiss.

"Yoongi..." you breathed.

Yoongi moved the fabric that shielded you aside to get a better feel of you. "Damn..." He purred. An ache for you pushed against him below.

Frenzied with desire, he eased his fingers inside you as you gripped a firm hold to him. Smirking how you clenched around him, he could see your control starting to fade as your stare locked onto his.

"Not now," he whispered to you before removing his finger. "I need to feel you."

Your hands quivered as you undid his pants. Yoongi lifted your trembling legs and slid inside you perfectly.

"Y-Yoongi, you feel so good."

"So do you."

His strokes were uneven, barely able to hold you against the tree while the greed of lust clouded his concentration. Feeling you was all that mattered and the moans you sung fed his passion for you more.

"Ah, baby...I missed this. I missed you." He grunted.

His words did something to you. An indescribable feeling consumed you, somehow mustering the shattered pieces to connect once more. The heat pooled inside you, forging a numbness that only made you crave more and edged your climax.

"Yoongi...I..."

"Keep your eyes on me." Yoongi made sure to hold your stare, gasping as if he could read your soul that hovered love, passion, hurt.

He released with you before he took your lips for another kiss and eased you down from the tree.

You both panted until your heartbeats leveled and your thoughts regain their own senses. Your conscience screamed at you on behalf of your weakness.

Silence filtered around you.

You stared deep into his eyes as if you could read his soul of love, loss, regret.

He whispered your name, curious on what you could be thinking once he caught a glimpse of your glistening eyes.

"Just take me home Yoongi." You demanded after tearing your stare away and walking silently to his car trailing the biggest piece behind you.

Writing this made my heart leap; partly because I was nervous to write a Yoongi lead and I'm not sure how I did but I thank you for reading and I hoped you enjoyed it!

clw 💘