It had been a while since their steamy night in the award show bathroom a month ago.

It had been one of the best times in his life. Just the feeling of the metal feeling his skin and the smoothness of the curves was enough for him to be satisfied.

He felt as if there was nothing wrong with it. It was absolutely perfect and each second was blissful.

He looked around. Yoongi noticed that the other members had gone out, only leaving him. He smirked.

Slowly getting up, he walked over to his trophy cabinet. He gingerly opened it, a soft creak being heard in the silence of the dorm.

Today was a day where they were off. Everyone was out and about, but not Yoongi. He had different plans, inside the building.

Yoongi carefully picked the trophy up, forgetting how good it had felt to hold it. He groaned before closing the door to the trophy cabinet. He walked to his room, making sure to hold the trophy carefully.

Locking his door, just in case, he placed the trophy onto his bed.

Licking his lips hungrily, he slipped out of his shirt. He walked to the the trophy, his eyes staring at it like it was a prey.

He laid it down, straddling it almost. He dipped down and kissed where the shoulder bones of it would have been, you know, if it wasn't a trophy.

As his pink lips felt the smooth golden metal and his hands ran on top of its curves, he felt chills all up his body.

Removing his pants, he knew that maybe today would be better than last time. The dorm was no longer in silence.

And then they did it somehow. You tell me. Actually, don't! Wait, do tell me. Idk, I wanna know but at the same time I don't.

And yes I know that uno is Spanish and deux is French.