Min Young-Jae.

A name she could never forget, not in this lifetime for sure. Yana clicked her tongue to get rid of the bitter taste of Vodka that polluted her system. It had been long since the last time she came here but today she had been feeling a little too blue. Her heart was in a frenzy because of him, the only man she couldn't put behind herself.

She met Jae when life wasn't going his way and unknowingly feelings had bloomed up in her mind, increasing each time his hands would touch her in places not a lot of men had experienced.

"Looking for a dance partner?", the voice that spoke from behind her was deep and it sent a chill down her spine. Whoever it was, she definitely didn't like his vibe.

"No, Thanks," she placed her glass down, and without turning to look at him, Yana walked away. She had a feeling of him still lurking around so to lose his trail, Yana merged into the swarm of dancing, sweaty bodies.

She sighed and slowly swayed with the loud music booming in her ears. Dancing wasn't her thing but she did like letting herself loose for some time.

"T-that's her," he breathed out, almost to himself since nobody was sober enough to listen except himself. His pupils were shaky but when the same cologne that comforted him at the lowest of his life invaded his nostrils, Young-Jaw knew he had nothing to be scared of.

"Yana," he mumbled, grabbing her arm and spun her around so he could look at her up close. "Y-you?", she asked, barely audible over the music but he knew her too damn well. "Come," he invited her, back into his embrace, like all those times before even though she had fled away.

"Let's go talk?", she gasped and gaped at him in surprise, completely speechless and unaware of what was to come.

What was she supposed to say now?

He smiled to himself, all the things they did together, all her tics, her smiles were returning to his mind like they never left.

They didn't actually.

He remembered everything but after seeing her, things got a little more vivid. He just needed her so much in his mundane life. Jae led her to the corridor that connected the restrooms and the club. He sighed in the chilly night air, looking around at the glittering building lights. The place was empty.

"God, I missed you so much," he groaned, cupping her face before leaning down but before their lips could meet, Yana turned her face to the side. She couldn't do it.

"Jae p-please, I don't want to do this with you anymore," she cleared her throat and kept her gaze down to her feet out of fear of slipping away. She was afraid of his eyes, the way they were almost too beautiful but so, so delicate had her toes curling every time she met them.

"W-why? Is it because of something I did?", he questioned, the gentle tone of his words growing a little on edge like he was.

"No, it's j-just that this is not my kind of thing," she sighed when he reached out for her hand. "Can you please tell me why you ran away? Or atleast why you ghosted me so suddenly?"

"No, I can't and I won't," she shrugged coldly, icy eyes shooting up to his angelic face.The boy was taken aback. They had met for the first time in months, what had he done so wrong that she couldn't even hold a proper conversation with him?

"I won't pry then. Goodbye Y/n," he ruffled his hair messily. "I miss you though and just so you know, my arms will always stay open for you."

The piece said, Yoongi took a few steps back before turning on his heel, walking back to the club.

Y/n stared at his back, jaw tightening because she knew she had no self-control whatsoever.

"Yoongi, wait!" She called after him before he could set his foot into the noisy place again and he halted. Yoongi didn't move an inch, he just stayed put, listening to the sound of her footsteps rushing up to him in regret and haste with a knowing grin. He knew her too damn well.

"If I tell you the truth, w-will you stay no matter what it is?"She blinked up at him with gentle eyes that hid so much pain behind them, he could only imagine. "Hm?"

"Yes! Of course! I don't care what it is, let's just makeup and go back to the way we were," he smiled, bringing her palms up to his lips and blowing warm air over them. Y/n passed him a broken smile, her heart melting by his actions.

"This might seem like an excuse but I ghosted you because I'm in love with you."

There was a long beat of silence following her confession and she almost prepared herself for slander and explanations of how he had mentioned the exclusion of feelings between them. It never came through.

"Let's go home," he whispered, grabbing her hand without another word spoken. Yoongi had always been a man of few words but he wasn't cold. He could never be cold with all the love his heart held for the world.

"Yoongi, I'm sorry, I know I crossed boundaries with that but I can't help it. You need to explain before I come home with you!", her chest heaved with impatience and nervousness but Y/n had enough of his silent expression.

She wanted to hear what he wanted.

"I tell you I'm in love with you and you stay mum, I ask you how your day was, you stay mum. You never tell me if you even like me but you act like we're a married couple! What is going on in your head?!", he sighed, twice.

"Look Y/n, I had no idea you felt this way and with everything that was going on in my life when I met you, it had me wondering if I was using you as a rebound and I didn't want that baby. I wasn't sure of my feelings then," Y/n's heart was in her throat the whole time he went on about what he wanted to say.

What. Did. He. Mean. Then?

"In short, I love you too," he breathed out, now tired of rambling on while completely missing the point of it all. She gasped, eyes blurring with uncanny and unsaid emotions. Did Yoongi really-

Did he just?

"Did you just CONFESS?", she giggled, yelping softly when he threw his arms around her waist and pulled her into a kiss to make her forget about his flustered state. He was just shy. "Do you actually love me?", she questioned, the happiness not registering in her mind easily.

"How about I show you instead?", he grinned with a cute glint in his eyes.

"Your place or mine?"

.

How does one think that running away is the correct way to confess?", Yoongi scoffed, tightening his grip on Y/n's thighs. She scoffed back, rolling her eyes at his never-ceasing taunts. Her legs were thrown over his shoulders and the throbbing between her legs gave away the unspoken desires she had kept locked away in her heart. "Just shut up and con- oh fuck!"

Yoongi's tongue pressed against the swollen folds of her core and she swore she saw stars as soon as he did that. He moaned, working his tongue in and her back arched off the mattress, lips parting as an escape for lewd whimpers.

"Y-Yoongi! Slow down," she gasped, the knot in her belly tightening with every movement of his tongue. He didn't bother stopping at all.

Y/n deemed herself gone when her orgasm spasmed through her body and she saw white. Yoongi pulled back just to watch her fall apart in his hold just like she used to, before.

"I fucking love you."

"I'm starting to believe that now," she breathed out with hazy eyes that were fixated on the chandelier that hung from the ceiling. He laughed at that, heart stammering because of how beautiful she looked like that.

"Remove it," she tugged at the round neck white tee that displayed a certain amount of his chest. Yoongi hummed softly, pulling it over his head and tossed it across the room.

Y/n's teeth sunk into her bottom lip, fingers immediately pressing against his pale, porcelain skin that seemed too pretty not to touch.

"Relax baby, I'm not going anywhere," she shook her head, pulling himself flush against her bra-clad chest. Yoongi yelped in surprise when she wrapped her arms and legs around him.

He knew she missed him too.

"I could never get enough of you," she murmured, forehead resting against his thumping chest. "I'm sorry for running away."

"Are you, now?", he teased, pulling away to flip her over on her stomach. With her bottom stuck out in air and face smushed against the pillows, Y/n mewled in submission. "Let's test that."The sound of his rings being kept on the nightstand followed by his belt being unbuckled ringed in the room before Yoongi unhooked her bra and dropped it to the floor.

His fingers squeezed over the flesh coating her hips and ass on his own accord till he had enough and slid his fingers down to palm her. "Mhm, stay still darling," he murmured, placing a hand on her lower back and keeping her in one position. Y/n whined desperately at the authoritative tone in his voice, shivering.

"Fuck, you have no idea how many days I went to bed high and dry because you weren't there," both of them had blushes coating their cheeks and for a second, she paused to think if she'd ever find another man like him.

"But I waited, I waited to see you again."

"You have me now, to see, to hold, to touch, all yours," she whispered, flipping on her back and pulled him down for a much-needed kiss. He smiled against her lips, heart leaping in his chest when she smiled back.

He pulled away, tugging her closer to the edge of the bed with his fingers enclosed around her ankles. Y/n giggled, throwing her arms to the side when he parted her legs wider, standing between them with a smirk.

He tore a packet of condoms, rolling it on his length and aligned himself against her. Y/n closed her eyes, her lips parting in a broken moan as he eased himself inside the warmth of her folds. Yoongi stumbled forward, bottoming out and held her hips in a tight grip.

"F-fuck," she whimpered, grabbing his hand and led it to wrap around her throat. He chuckled seductively, the desperation in her voice had him going berserk. "Move."

He did move, in fact the way he jabbed his hips had Y/n trembling. The pants and growls that occasionally fell from his lips were insatiable.

Yoongi's finger danced over the reccuring bulge of his tip in her belly till it wrapped around her throat again and with surprising strength, he lifted her off the mattress by the throat.

"Baby," he rasped as she balanced herself with her palms against the bed, "Look at you, so much under my control, shaking and trembling," her hips elevated, the lewdness of his words making her lungs ache with desire for more.

"Hey pup?", her eyes shot up to him in an instant and he smiled, brushing her cheeks. "Get on top," she immediately complied with a nod and he flipped them over, without pulling out.

"Come on," he growled, guiding her hips up and down with a bruising grip on her skin. Y/n's nose scrunched up in pleasure and he moved up and down faster, as fast as she could go.

Yoongi swore he had going crazy when she shoved her thumb in for him to suck on but when her fingers moved to his throat and the torturous grinds of her hips slowed, he wondered if he was ever sane in his life.

He wasn't really a bottom or even a switch but when it came to Y/n, he was up for anything despite the consequences. It was love ever since the start and both of them knew it. He knew he loved her when she first kissed him and she knew she loved him because she kissed him first.

It wasn't long before both of them were riding their highs, holding each other close to their chests as if a child with their candy. "How's Holly doing?", was the first thing she asked when he had pulled out and that made Yoongi's heart swell with happiness as he laughed out loud for the first time since she left. How could she think he didn't love her?

"Holly is doing great, both of us just missed you prancing around in the house without clothes on-", she smacked his chest at that. The boy shrugged smugly, falling on the bed next to her. "Tell me about you babe, were you doing fine?"

"Don't you mean, 'are you doing fine'?", she wiggled her brows and he shook his head.

"You're with me now, I'll make sure you're fine," she blushed, the happiness still a little too surreal for her. Was his promise genuine? Was he really gonna make sure she's fine or is he just saying it? Whatever it was, certainly didn't matter right now.

"I'm so happy you saw me again. Who would've thought that we'd meet again that too in the same club from the night we met", she sighed happily, shifting her head onto his shoulder.

"Let's get married there too."