You mutter something about it being time to go back and get inside the car, trying to remember everything in better detail.

Back in the library room, you had tried really hard to convince yourself to leave. You were more drunk than you could handle. Still, he looked so heart-wrenchingly vulnerable as he lay there, you just couldn't leave him.

And then what? He'd mentioned the infinity pool on the terrace. You were so ready to go up and up both of you went.

You bite your lip in the present moment, realizing what was going to happen. DUMB, Y/N.

You remember the dimly lit infinity pool, and the glittering view of Seoul that more than made up for the lack of stars in the sky. What were you talking about? You can't remember at all.

But Yoongi laughed at something you said.

"You're staring again," he remarked, grinning lightly. He had been grinning a lot last night, and it made him look awfully cute.

"W-what, no," you replied. Your eyes refused to leave him.

"You are,"

Change topic, you commanded your slow brain.

"Do you get tickled easily?" you asked brightly.

"No," he said with a very, very dangerous stare.

"Liar," you giggled and moved towards him. He backed away so fast that you couldn't even warn him about how close he was to the pool - SPLASH.

You dropped down to your knees, laughing.

"HEY! Do you even know how to swim?" you giggled, waiting for his head to bob up. He came up for about a second, muttered something and receded underwater again.

"What?"

Why wasn't he coming up?

"Yoongi?"

You could see his shape, motionless, just under the surface.

"Hey? Suga? Are you alive?"

Oh no. Oh no, no.

You lowered yourself into the pool.

Fuck.

"Oh god...I will not die...I will not die...I will not -" you coughed as you ducked too much and swallowed the chlorinated water.

The pool wasn't deep at all, but all that alcohol was making your balance woozy. After some awkward tumbling and splashing, your fingers collided with something solid. Finally, he raised his head out of the water and gave you a blank look.

"Are you alive?" you asked.

"Obviously. I told you I can swim..."

"Why didn't you say something?" you protested, oblivious to his response, clutching his shoulders to keep your balance.

"What are you doing?" he murmured when you grip him tighter.

"I can't swim!"

He scrunched his nose. "Why did you get in then?"

"Because you weren't saying anything!"

Oh, the way he is looking at you. Oh, the way he is looking -

You shivered. The water was warm but the air was chilled. You shook your head, trying to clear it but it didn't work. Suga put an arm around your waist, underwater, steadying you a bit. You looked up at the sky, vaguely registering something like a human nose brushing against your cheek. He breathed you in, too unsure and unsteady to do anything more. You didn't realize how he felt your softness and warmth against him, clinging on to his torso through the water.

"You're weird. Why would you jump in a pool when you can't swim...that's dumb," he whispered in your ear.

You didn't respond. That ticklish thing near your cheek was beginning to work on you. Suddenly, he pushed you away. "Go on. Get out of the pool."

"...I just told you I can't swim," you cried.

"You got in...you must have had a plan to get out...go..."

"You're so mean, Yoongi!"

Fine. You awkwardly tumbled towards the edge. The underwater part of your body was free, floaty and warm. But your shoulders and head were cold and heavy.

"I'm swimming!" you proclaimed gleefully.

"In a 3-foot deep pool, yeah..." he remarked, keeping himself close just in case you lost your balance or your mind.

You tumble out of the pool.

Cold, cold, COLD. The fabric of your dress stuck to you. You didn't like it. Heavy. Sticky. So chilly. You couldn't stop your teeth from chattering. Someone squeezed the water out of hair from behind you. And then he pulled you forward.

You followed him to a storeroom built towards the back of the terrace. Your entire attention was on the way water dripped from his hair, and how his white shirt was transparent -

Uh-oh.

You remember the room being a mess of stray furniture and shelves. But it was so much warmer than outside. Yoongi was searching for something in one of the shelves. He had rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and put his wet hair back. You really couldn't take your eyes off him.

"Get it together, Y/N..." you muttered.

"What?" he asked, two thick duvets in his hands. He spread one out - you assumed he would put it around you - but him being him - he dumped it over your head.

"You're really, really mean, Yoongi," you complained into the darkness.

"I know," he covered himself up in another one and dropped down on a worn-out sofa, shutting his eyes. It took him a minute to register the hurt in your voice.

"Y/N?"

You slowly pulled down the duvet and let it hang from your shoulders. He stared at you, wondering what was going on in your head. Before you knew, you were standing by his knee. Both of you held each other's gaze, more lucid than before but not quite sober. You offered him your hand - which he took, straightening up in expectation.

And you slipped onto his lap.

You gasped when his other hand slipped up your thigh. Your traced his cheekbone with your thumb. Soft to look at. Rough to touch. You watched him gulp, even as he held your gaze. Nervous. Eager. Good.

You hovered close until he was ready to kiss you. And then you backed up. You wanted to revel in his confusion, except he was as irresistible to you as you were to him.

Who kissed who first? All you remember is he nudged you closer with his hand in your hair and you went for it. For half a second, everything slowed down. But only for half a second. He let go of every feeling for you that he had been holding back and so did you, kissing each other without pausing for breath. There was something ferocious about the way you worked on him, as if in every little nip and tug your mouth was taking revenge for how mean he had been a few minutes ago. He didn't resist your aggression, only gripped you closer. Meanwhile, you unbuttoned his shirt, fumbling because your mouth was busy someplace else and your woozy brain could not simultaneously focus on two tasks.

He diverted himself away from your mouth, letting his tongue trace the contour of your jaw, neck and collarbone.

"How does - this thing open?" he murmured, feeling the back of your dress. The zip was in a fold but functioned quite smoothly. You were half out of your dress and fully out of your corset when a tiny voice at the back of your brain alerted you that you were definitely going to forget this in the morning. The sense in your limbs was already receding. No. You couldn't pass out now. Mmm. No, no.

"Yoongi?" it was less of a question and more of a moan.

"Hmm?" he looked up at you. He wore such an innocent expression of curiosity on his face that you forgot what you were going to say.

"Happy birthday..." you said stupidly.

You stroked his wet hair while he rested his chin on your midriff, eyes half-closed. He sighed.

"You're shivering..." With that, he helped you get off him and went downstairs to fetch a change of clothes. Or that is what you thought he would have done because you possibly passed out after that -

You jump when Yoongi touches your shoulder in the car.

"Wh-what?"

"What are you thinking about?" his voice betrays the amusement that his face mask hides. The car is at a stoplight - you've entered Seoul. You were silent the entire ride back to the city from the sea and he obviously noticed.

"Nothing. The light's green - drive - go -"

He can't see your expression because you're wearing a mask too. But your ears are so red. And that tone. He hits the accelerator. Do you finally remember?