After work, Sucy headed to Yoongi's house to pack her belongings. She sat on the bed, carefully folding her clothes and placing them in her luggage. As she reached for another item, her hand paused on a particular piece of clothing - the one Yoongi had given her.
Sucy's eyes softened as she held the clothes, inhaling the scent that lingered on it. She wrapped her arms around the fabric, pulling it close to her body. For a moment, she was torn between taking the shirt with her or leaving it behind.
Finally, she made a decision. Sucy tucked the shirt into her bag and zipped it shut. Just then, she heard a voice behind her.
"Are you packing my clothes, Sucy?" Yoongi asked, his tone neutral.
Sucy jerked around, startled, and replied hastily, "I'm not taking it. I didn't see it. I thought it was mine." Yoongi didn't respond, his expression unreadable.
Sucy grabbed her luggage and dragged it past Yoongi, making her way to the stairs. But as she reached the top step, she suddenly felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She rushed to the bathroom, vomiting violently.
Yoongi followed close behind, concern etched on his face. "Are you pregnant?" he asked, his voice soft.
Sucy coughed, her throat raw, and choked out a laugh. "You're making me laugh." But Yoongi's expression remained serious.
"Do you think you might be pregnant?" he asked, his eyes searching hers. "You've been vomiting recently, and you've been weak..." Sucy's laughter trailed off as she considered the possibility.
"how can i when we didn't do anything.."
Before she could respond, Yoongi's lips claimed hers in a deep, passionate kiss. Sucy's eyes fluttered closed as she moaned into his mouth, her body melting into his embrace. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the intensity of their emotion.
As Yoongi's lips claimed Sucy's, their kiss deepened, becoming a passionate and all-consuming embrace. Sucy's words were muffled against Yoongi's mouth as she spoke, her voice barely audible.
They were already moving towards the bedroom, their bodies swaying in perfect sync. Sucy's question hung in the air, "Do you love me?" But instead of responding, Yoongi's kiss grew more intense.
His tongue danced with Sucy's, playing a tantalizing game of cat and mouse. He dragged her tongue deeper into his mouth, ensuring she couldn't utter a word. All she could do was moan, her lips moving in perfect harmony with Yoongi's.
Their kiss was a masterful blend of passion and control, with Yoongi expertly orchestrating every moment. Sucy's senses were overwhelmed, her body melting into his as they devoured each other mouth
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Sucy managed to break free from the kiss. She gazed up at Yoongi, her eyes searching for answers. "Do you love me?" she asked again, her voice firm but laced with vulnerability.
Yoongi's eyes burned with desire, and he leaned in to kiss her once more. But Sucy wouldn't let him. She pushed him away, her expression a mix of frustration and hurt.
Without another word, Sucy stormed into the bathroom, grabbed her luggage, and hurriedly left the room. Yoongi's grandfather, who was sitting in the living room, saw her rushing out but didn't intervene.
As the door closed behind Sucy, Grandpa shook his head and muttered to himself, "So, i was right..."
Yoongi's grandfather walked up to him, a sly grin spreading across his face. "So, she's pregnant, uh? I overheard your voice... So, you got your secretary pregnant?" He chuckled, clearly amused. "I'm going to be a great-grandfather!"
Yoongi let out a deep sigh, his expression a mix of frustration and resignation. He turned to leave the room, but his grandfather's words stopped him.
"I should find out more about her," grandpa muttered to himself, his mind racing with thoughts of Sucy and the possible pregnancy.
His grandfather's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Ah, you don't know much about her, do you? Well, that's no surprise. You've always been a bit of a player, Yoongi." He chuckled, shaking his head. "But seriously, you should get to know her better. After all, she's going to be the mother of your child... and my great-grandchild!"
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sucy in her bed
ah so he thinks im pregnant just because he bathe me..but what enter me to allow me to bathe me...
have i fallen in love with him for just 3-days.why did he had to take care of me.why did he had to touch me with his finger.why did he feed me if he didn't love me like i do..i dont think he like me talkmore of love.
i dont love him..no no
i have fell in love with him a little..
how can i focus on my work now
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mimi and namjoon
It had been a long time since Namjoon and Mimi had last expressed their love for each other since their last fight.. One night, as Namjoon was about to leave his room, the door creaked open. Mimi stood in the doorway, her eyes fixed on Namjoon's.
The door had swung open slowly, as if pushed by an invisible hand. Mimi's slender fingers had grasped the doorknob, turning it with a quiet click. The soft creak of the door hinges was the only sound that broke the silence.
Namjoon's eyes widened in surprise as he took in Mimi's sad expression. He looked like he had seen a ghost. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the air thick with unspoken emotions.
Without a word, Namjoon tried to walk past Mimi, but she quickly reached out and grasped his t-shirt, holding him back. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling.
Mimi's apology was a whispered confession, a plea for forgiveness. "I'm sorry for not talking to you for a long time, for avoiding you and your feelings." Her words spilled out like a river, each one a testament to her regret.
But Namjoon remained silent, his face a mask of indifference. Mimi's eyes welled up with tears as she continued, her voice cracking with emotion.
"Your ignoring me made me miss you even more. I miss your touch, your kisses, your love. I miss how you'd kiss me in the morning, how you'd carry me to the kitchen, cook for me, feed me, and pour water from your mouth into mine."
As Mimi spoke, she began to reenact their intimate moments, her hands tracing the contours of Namjoon's body. She touched his chest, his back, and his arms, her fingers dancing across his skin.
"I miss how you'd bathe me, carry me to bed, and pull off my clothes slowly. I miss how you'd kiss every part of my body, how you'd touch my breast and stroke me until I was wet."
Mimi's words painted a vivid picture of their passionate love life. As she spoke, she undressed Namjoon, her hands moving deftly over his body. By the time she finished talking, Namjoon was standing naked before her.
Tears streamed down Mimi's face as she poured out her heart to Namjoon. "I miss when you'd slowly enter me and make me feel like I'm in heaven. I miss when you'd kiss me while I'm crying, while you're inside me."
Mimi's voice cracked as she whispered, "Namjoon, I want us to come back. I miss you, and I love you so, so much." Her words hung in the air, a desperate plea for reconciliation.
As Mimi finished speaking, she gazed up at Namjoon, her eyes shining with tears. The air was heavy with emotion, the only sound the soft rustling of Mimi's clothes as she clung to Namjoon's naked body...