Yoongi lets out a small groan as I crash into him. My arms wrap around his shoulders, squeezing him to me. Burying my face in his neck, I breathe him in- the smell of orange blossoms and woods working to calm my nerves.

Yoongi's arms circle my waist slowly, as if he's unsure of how to handle this situation. "Are you okay?"

An image of him laying on the floor, his eyes staring blankly up at me, fills my head. A chill runs down my spine and I burrow further into his chest, desperate to push away the image.

Yoongi pulls on me softly, trying to pry me away from him. I squeeze tighter, stepping closer so we're chest-to-chest, no room between us. "Come on, Hoseok."

"No," I refuse, shaking my head.

Yoongi's chest brushes against mine as he sighs, his breath rustling my hair. "I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong." I shake my head again, unwilling to move even an inch away from him. "Okay, okay. When you're ready then." He hugs me tighter, his head dropping to my shoulder. His breath hits my neck, the feeling of it giving me goosebumps.

A breeze blows through the park, cooling my heated skin. My heart races, blood rushing to my cheeks. Trying to calm myself, I take deep breaths - but stop quickly as the feeling of Yoongi's chest against my own only makes my heart pound more. When I can't take it anymore, I pull away. Yoongi's lifts his head from my shoulder as I disentangle myself from him.

He stares at me, our eyes almost on exactly the same level. I search his face for any sign of injury, blood, or bruises-but there are none, his skin smooth and unblemished. Slowly, I raise my hand. His eyes never leave mine as I cup his cheek, his skin cool to the touch. I rub my thumb across his cheekbone, mesmerized by the smoothness of his skin.

He lays his hand on top of mine, holding it in place. His eyes wander over me like a caress, leaving goosebumps in it's trail. "Hoseok," "he says, his voice low. My heart clenches at the sound of my name, loving the way he says it.

"Mhm," I answer, dazed.

"Are you okay?" He continues to stare at me, waiting for me to answer.

That stare undoes me, pulls me in like gravity. I step closer to him, unable to help myself. "I'm always okay when you're here." My free hand moves up his shoulders, coming to rest on the back of his neck, my fingers tangling in the base of his hair.

With no idea what comes over me, I press my lips to his. The kiss starts softly, my lips barely a whisper against his. But after a few seconds, I lose control, pushing my lips harder against his. Yoongi stands there, frozen, his lips unmoving beneath my own.

I start to pull away, certain that I've made a mistake-that he doesn't want this. But Yoongi tightens his hold around my waist, pulling me back to him. His lips slam against my own, resuming where I left off.

A small groan escapes me, my body buzzing as he trails his fingers down my arm, leaving a raging fire in his wake. His hand tangles in my hair, tipping my face down. He nibbles my bottom lip, my lips parting as I gasp. Taking advantage of the opportunity, his tongue slips into my mouth, dancing with my own.

I may have started this kiss, but Yoongi has overthrown me, taking complete control. I'm putty in his hands, a mess of moans and pleased sighs as he leads me.

He pulls back, a whine escaping my lips at the loss of his kiss. It's soon replaced by breathy moans as his lips trace down my jaw and onto my neck, his teeth nipping at the skin there. I wrap my arms around his shoulder, my hands pushing into the back of his head, pushing him to me.

He smiles, a small chuckle leaving him. "You're so cute," he says huskily. His breath washes over my damp skin, sending chills down my spine.

"I am n-Ah!" I cry out as he bites me, pleasuring jolting through me.

He kisses his way back up my neck, reclaiming my lips. His hands slip under my shirt, cool on my heated skin. He grips my hips, his thumbs rubbing circles over the skin there. They move to my ass and I groan into the kiss as he squeezes.

He lifts me effortlessly, one of his hands guiding my legs around his waist. He grinds his hips against mine, both of us moaning at the friction. I move my hips, desperate for more. Yoongi grabs my hip, stopping me. I whine, fighting against his hold.

"You don't want to do that," Yoongi says into the kiss.

"Pretty sure I do," I pant, still struggling. Yoongi groans as I brush against him, a victorious smirk forming on my lips. I lean forward, my lips brushing against his ear as I whisper, "And I'm pretty sure you want me to do it." I kiss down his neck, sucking on the skin of his collarbone. I raise my head, pleased to see a small purple mark forming. I smile at the meaning of it: that Yoongi is mine, no one else could have him this way.

When did I start wanting this? For him to be mine and no one else's?

I don't know the answer those questions, but I know one thing for sure: I've never wanted anyone the way I want Yoongi right now. My body fits around his like a glove, like we were meant to be like this, meant to be together.

I move back to his lips, kissing him again. But something is different. Yoongi's lips are barely moving, his earlier passion lost. I pull back, shocked to see the sadness in his eyes.

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

He shakes his head, sighing. "No, you didn't." He smiles sadly, sliding me down until my feet are once again touching the ground. "That's the problem." He steps back, putting space between us.

"What do you mean?"

"You were right. I do want this." He turns away from me. "And that's the problem." He walks away from me.

"Yoongi!" I yell after him. "Yoongi! Come back!"

He keeps going though, his body fading with each step until he's gone and I'm left standing there alone, my lips still tender from the intensity of our kiss.