CHAPTER 2

Today's agenda was not looking great.

You and Yoongi had to prepare for a funeral. A friend of Yoongi's had passed away a few weeks ago, and things were going downhill from there. And with Yoongi's tour happening in a few days, you could only wonder where Yoongi was at mentally.

Him getting drunk often aggravated you although you knew why he did it. However, it wasn't the answer to his problems.

The funeral would be at 12:00 PM.

It was already 10:00 AM.

You leaned over the balcony in defeat.

Of all times, why now? You wondered.

Heading back inside, you noticed that Yoongi was sleeping soundly where you left him.

Coming behind him, you ruffled his hair. "Wake up, Yoongi. It's time to get ready…Namjoon is coming to pick us up soon."

Yoongi didn't budge.

Concerned, you shook him by the shoulder. "Yoongi?"

Grumbling, Yoongi grabbed your hand, squeezing it tightly.

A sharp moan escaped your lips as you tried to remain composed. "Yoongi, you're hurting me, what the hell?"

Standing up, Yoongi was once again towering over you.

You tried to question his change in demeanor. But before you could, Yoongi's crimson dark eyes consumed yours, quieting you at once.

Your heart began racing. You didn't know what was going through this man's head. Pressing his lips against yours, he pulled you in by your waist.

You were baffled, panicking that you would taste Yoongi's god awful vomit breath.

But wait—he already brushed his teeth.

His tongue was minty fresh and so was his warm breath.

But despite how soft his lips felt on yours, you were not hypnotized. "Yoongi," You fight to say through kisses. "The funeral—"

Yoongi deepened his lips in yours, preventing anything else from being communicated. He eventually guides you to the couch without you realizing. His touch was so powerful, even at his lowest moments.

Desperately, you attempt to free yourself from Yoongi's arms, but his hands were caressing your back, exuding a spark from within you.

You knew what was going to happen.

"Yoongi," You manage to gasp through a loose kiss. "Please, can't we do this later?"

"No." Yoongi shoves you, causing you to fall back on the couch.

Leaning over you, Yoongi's right hand met with your thigh. He touched it softly, making you exhale sharply. Without hesitation, Yoongi slipped his finger into your underwear and played with you.

Underwear?

Did you forget? When you left through the front door, you were so annoyed by this guy, you didn't care how you were dressed. The apartment complex you two were staying in was a penthouse. There were about two and a half floors covering this space. No one would see you half naked from the rooftop.

Snapping back into reality you were overcome with a pleasurable sensation.

Hastily your hands locked onto Yoongi's dominant one, whispering, "…stop."

"Do you really want me to?" Yoongi asked as he daringly kept his eyes locked with yours.

You wanted to say yes, but your head did the talking for you. You shook your head.

"…that's what I thought." He grunted.

Your eyes widened. You didn't even see Yoongi pull down his boxers.

Crap…you were drowning in Yoongi's affection.

He leaned in closer, his head finally meeting yours. His lips were by your ear as he thrusted more. Grunting, he whispered in a low tone, "You like that?"

"Yes!" You cried. You latched your arms around Yoongi pulling him down.

Yoongi kissed your neck tenderly, licking and tasting your morning scent. He gently suckeled, earning tiny moans from you.

The ecstasy lasted for another minute before Yoongi pulled out, releasing his milky residue on your belly. He trembled, sweat dripping from his nose.

He looked at you, who looked destroyed. "Oops." He laughed.

You were sold. You didn't care anymore. You pulled Yoongi down once more, making out with him.

Yoongi eventually pulled away, giving you a tender kiss on your forehead. "Let's shower together."

Getting up, Yoongi helps you up, pulling your shirt off. He loved your body. Of course he loved you for you. But your body was something he couldn't help but admire.

He takes his hands, gripping your sides, which makes you moan with a cry. "I love having something to grip onto…" He smirked.

"Yoongi…" You use your hand to put some distance between you both. "…Namjoon is coming soon…it's already 11:00.

"We've been messing around for that long?" Yoongi gasped. Glancing at your belly, he chuckled. "My children are all over you."

Your face reddens. You hurry to the bathroom, turning the shower on.

Yoongi follows behind you, grabbing the towels from behind the door and settles them on the towel rack.

Your insides burned with Yoongi's DNA. You tense up as you take off your panties.

Meanwhile, Yoongi only had to take off his shirt because well, you know.

Stepping into the shower, Yoongi got in behind you and closed the shower door.

The both of you began scrubbing away.

In a matter of minutes, banging could be heard at the front door.

"F—k!!!" Yoongi tripped as he came out of the shower, crashing onto the cold tiled floor.

"Yoongi!" You yelped. Shutting the water off, you come out, helping him up.

"I'm fine—" Banging continues coming from outside the door. "Who the f—k is that?" Yoongi snarled.

"Yoongi? (Y/N)? What the hell is going on?"

You and Yoongi glance at each other. "Oh s—."

Namjoon was outside their front door impatient yet worried.

The two of you beelined into Yoongi's bedroom, drying up and getting dressed.

More banging followed.

Annoyed, Yoongi stuck his head out the door shouting, "WE'RE COMING!!!"

You toss Yoongi's already ironed suit onto his bed. "Get dressed."

You remained as composed as possible, putting on your stockings and black dress. Running to his dresser, you realized your hair was going to be your worst enemy this point moving forward.

Spraying your hair with water, you drenched it, using a detangling brush to smooth it out. Snatching one of Yoongi's hair ties up from the dresser, you slicked your hair back with a brush and some gel, putting your hair in a low puff. Taking a satin scarf you tie your hair up to let your hair settle.

You look past yourself in the mirror to see Yoongi already dressed and demure. He fixed his tie and hair.

You brush out your puff to give it some length knowing damn well it was going to just shrink up into a little hairball.

Yoongi marched out of his room to the front door to meet the upset man who was now waiting for about ten minutes at their door.

Opening it, Namjoon was already making his way inside. "What the hell is taking you and (Y/N) so long?"

"I'm coming!" You shout from Yoongi's room.

Pausing, Namjoon looked in the direction your voice came from. Returning his attention to Yoongi, Namjoon frowned. "You do know that from your house the drive to the funeral home is about 55 minutes? And it's already 11:15."

Yoongi shrugged. "Yeah, well…"

"And I texted you guys. Why wasn't anyone responding?"

You came out right when Namjoon asked that question.

You and Yoongi looked at each other like deers seeing headlights.

"I'm not even gonna ask."Namjoon left through the door. "Let's go. We're late."

"Papa Namjoon is back at it again." Yoongi snickered.

You quickly grabbed both of your phones from the bedroom. You saw the missed calls and text messages left by the tired man outside.

Taking your purse you slid both phones in and went to the front door. Putting your heels on, you hurried behind Namjoon while Yoongi locked the door.

Namjoon waited at the elevator.

You stood next to him quietly, too timid to face Namjoon's wrath.

He breathed, acknowledging that nothing could be done about the time.

Once Yoongi arrived, the elevator came. The three of you got inside and enjoyed the ride down to the lobby.

You were in the middle of the guys.

You tried to make yourself as small as possible, keeping your hands locked together on your purse and your feet glued tight.

Once the elevator opened, Namjoon led the way with you and Yoongi following suit to the parking lot.

Seeing Namjoon's rad car, your eyes glistened.

You got in the backseat. Yoongi comes by and closes the door for you. After, he sat in the passenger side by Namjoon.

Namjoon waited for Yoongi to buckle his belt. He was already aware of how safety conscious you were so he didn't even need to ask if you had yours on.

Once Yoongi's belt clicked, Namjoon drove off.