As Yoongi tried to leave, I grasped his T-shirt, refusing to let him go. "Sleep," he instructed, but I shook my head, still clinging to his shirt.
We'd been stuck in a cycle of sleep, wake, eat, and sleep again. I was getting restless, feeling like I was missing out on something. "I don't feel sleepy," I whispered, my eyes locked on Yoongi's.
We were incredibly close, our faces mere inches apart. If Yoongi were to lean in just a bit more, our lips would touch. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
Yoongi's voice was low and husky as he asked, "What do you want to do?"
I thought for a moment before responding, "I want you to make me feel warm with your body, or cozy me. If you do that, I might sleep."
Yoongi let out a soft sigh, as if tired, but then agreed, "Promise me you'll sleep."
I made a small sound of assent, releasing my grip on his shirt. Yoongi slid into bed beside me, his hot breath washing over me as he lay down close.
Since I was facing sideways, Yoongi's body was pressed against mine, his chest against my back. I reached out, taking his hand in mine and placing it on my belly. As his hand moved down to my waist, I felt a surge of warmth and comfort.
With Yoongi's hot body wrapped around mine, I couldn't help but smile. "Now sleep," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
I nodded, feeling my eyelids grow heavy. As I drifted off to sleep, I was aware of Yoongi's hand on my waist, his body curled around mine, keeping me safe and warm...
♠♠♠
As I slowly opened my eyes, I realized I was alone in the room. "Uh?" I muttered, sitting up in bed and calling out, "Yoongi?" But my voice was met with silence.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed, standing up without any pain or discomfort. It was as if I'd fully recovered. I took a few steps forward, calling out again, "Yoongi?" But there was no response.
A wave of emotions washed over me, and before I knew it, I was crying like a baby. I wrapped the cloth around me, trying to compose myself as I heard a knock at the door.
"Yoongi, is that you?" I asked, hoping it was him.
But when the door opened, I was surprised to see a girl standing there. She wore a hoodie and a short skirt, her hair tied up in a ponytail. She looked around the room, taking in the scene before her eyes landed on me.
"Hello," she said, "where is Yoongi?"
I was taken aback by her question, unsure of how to respond. "Hello... sorry, I didn't introduce myself," she continued. "I'm someone close to him. I came to check on him, but please don't tell him I came here." She pleaded with me, her eyes wide with concern.
I shook my head, still trying to process what was happening. l nodded and she quickly left the room, leaving me feeling confused and overwhelmed.
As soon as she was gone, I started crying again. I didn't understand why I was feeling this way. Was I jealous? I shouldn't care.
Trying to calm myself down, I slowly made my way to the bathroom. I pulled off the clothes Yoongi had dressed me in and sat down in the warm water tub, letting out a sigh as I submerged myself.
The tears continued to flow as I buried my face in the water, trying to wash away the emotions that were swirling inside me...
Yoongi called out, "Sucy!" as he entered the house, pulling off his tie. But there was no response. He removed his jacket, calling out again, "Sucy!" Still, there was silence.
He searched the kitchen, dinner room, and living room, but she was nowhere to be found. His heart began to racing with fear as he made his way to his room.
Upon entering, he quickly moved to the bathroom and saw someone submerged in the water. "Sucy, Sucy!" he called out, but there was no response.
He rushed to her side, concern etched on his face. As he lifted her out of the water, he was met with the sight of her naked body, cold and limp from being in the water for too long.
Her skin was pale, and her body was shivering. Yoongi quickly carried her to the bed, calling out her name again, but she didn't respond.
Desperate to revive her, Yoongi sucked on her lip, trying to get her to cough up water. He then pressed on her chest four times, his hands on her breasts, trying to stimulate her heart.
As his lips touched hers, he felt a spark of electricity. His hands on her chest, pressing on her breasts, felt intimate, yet necessary.
Finally, Sucy woke up, gasping for air. "Are you okay?" Yoongi asked, quickly hugging her. Her breasts pressed against his chest, sending a shiver down his spine.
As they hugged, Sucy seemed fine, but Yoongi's voice was laced with concern. "I'm fine," she said, cutting off the hug. "Maybe I just fell asleep."
But Yoongi's expression turned stern. "Don't ever...," he started, his voice trembling with fear.
Sucy looked up at him, confused. "This is why you left me alone in this house without telling me?" she asked, her voice rising.
Yoongi hugged her again, his chest pressing against her breasts. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he whispered.
As Sucy folded her hands over her breasts, realizing she was naked, she quickly grabbed a cloth to cover herself. Yoongi smiled, and Sucy asked, "Why are you smiling?"
Yoongi's smile grew wider. "I've seen everything while I was bathing you," he teased.
Sucy's face turned bright red as she uttered, "Uh...," her voice trailing off in embarrassment...
Sucy's eyes narrowed, her voice barely above a whisper. "How many times have you seen me naked?"
Yoongi looked up, as if counting, before responding with a sly smile, "Three times."
Sucy's eyes widened in surprise, her hand quickly covering her mouth. Yoongi's smile grew even broader, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"did you expect that i will be in the bathroom?" Sucy asked, trying to compose herself.
Yoongi's expression turned concerned. " no i didnt why is your eyes swellen up,You were crying right did you miss me so much that you have to cry?"
Sucy shook her head, trying to brush it off. "No, I wasn't crying. I just wanted to be in a cool place, but you weren't there to hold me, so I went to the bathtub."
sucy eyes softened, her voice gentle. "What day is today?"
yoongi looked at her curiously. "Why did you ask?"
she then said explained, "I told my mom I'd be here for three days, and today's the third day. It's late, and I need to go home."
Yoongi's face fell, his voice laced with concern. "No, you're not strong enough."
Sucy apologized, "I'm sorry... I don't want my mom to worry."
Yoongi nodded understandingly. "I'll go get your phone so you can call her, okay?"
Sucy dialed her mom's number, and as soon as her mom picked up, she yelled, "Where have you been? Why didn't you pick up my calls?" Sucy tried to explain, but her mom cut her off, saying, "You should stay wherever you are. but Remember to bring a rich guy over."
Sucy felt a pang of smiles and hurt. She realized her mom truly care about her well-being. She quickly cut the call, feeling a lump form in her throat.
As Yoongi approached the bathroom, Sucy asked, "Where are you going?"
Yoongi replied, "To bathe.
"I want to bathe you."sucy said trying to stand up
But yoongi disagreed, insisting he could bathe himself.
"plssss".
Yoongi, however, was firm, saying, "No, you're not strong enough."
Sucy pleaded with him, "But I want to... Please?" Yoongi's expression softened, but he remained resolute. "We can bathe tomorrow when you're a little stronger."
Sucy felt a wave of disappointment wash over her. She had been looking forward to Yoongi bathing her, and his decline made her feel sad and rejected. Yoongi seemed to sense her emotions, but he simply smiled and headed into the bathroom, leaving Sucy to her thoughts...