Yoora is an ordinary girl, who has ordinary needs, which she should have money for. How could she get this money? A girl in her twenties, who loves children. She accepts babysitting near her apartment. She gets an offer from a near house, where she...
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We were standing in the middle of the studio for long minutes. Yoongi was in front of me wearing simple black jeans and a grey T-shirt on which the dark stain started to become dim which I caused with my tears but the blot was still noticeable. He wove his strong arms around me and he placed them on my waist and after a while, his fingers started to slowly massage in little circles my sides and my waist which was also calming but because of the fine movement, I had to fight with my tears again. I just stared into his eyes I imbibed his scenery which was rendered from his broken lantern-jawed face which he achieved in the previous four days with not sleeping enough and with overworking himself. I tried to swallow the lumps in my throat and hold back my tears which appeared now once in a while only because of happiness and relief. It's unbelievable that only four days, this little and insignificant-seemed time seemed so long and torturing for us but for me at least. I'd have never thought that I can get sick because of this story which I experienced in a three-week-long relationship. I wouldn't have thought that I can be this sensible and jealous that I can blow my stack over a –you can say- little thing.
-Come, let's sit down! – Yoongi said finally.
I just nodded weakly because I felt that the crying took so much of my energy that if I close my eyes, then I'd fall in my standing position. The man took off his hands of my waist and he slid his fingers under my palm. He started to go backwards while I kept our distance with slow and trembling steps as I walked towards him. Yoongi sat down on the swivel chair of the studio and he looked at me with a faint smile. He stretched out both of his hands and I hesitated for a bit if I should fulfill his mute request. In the end, I abolished the gap between us and I turned to my side so I could fall onto his thighs and I could sit in his lap. I put my booty on his left thigh and my legs hung down between his opened thighs. He slid his left arm behind my back to make me stay on his legs so I won't slide down, and he lifted his right hand and he caressed my face.
-Are you mad at me? – He asked quietly but his voice was the usual deep, and worried and questioning at the same time instead of the usual neutral and unconcerned.
I smiled faintly and thought over my answer. Should I be mad? I slowly shook my head signaling that I don't feel angry at all.
-Good – Yoongi smiled weakly and his tenseness lowered a little. – I'm sorry that this happened.
I cast down my eyes not to cry again because I kept the eye-contact with him during such a delicate subject. I just shook my head again signaling that it doesn't matter now. Yoongi with his hand which was placed on my face went under my chin to help him lift my head up to make me gaze back at him. I persuaded my muscles really slowly to obey Yoongi's fingers and lift my stare at him. I looked into his eyes and I sent him a faint and weak smile which he returned and a little smile crept on his face. He slowly pulled one of his fingers over my profile and I nestle my face to his palm unwillingly.
-I didn't know you had seen it – He went back to the painful subject.
I took a deep breath and I slowly exhaled it to calm myself and to not let any more tears flow down on my face. We should put an end on this normally and talk it through before anything could get stuck inside us and would cause more doubts and arguments.
-Why didn't – I took a deep breath again and I gulped as the lump started to climb back to my throat without my permission. – Why didn't you push her away?
Yoongi's fingers congealed during the caressing of my cheeks and he licked his lips.
-I pushed her away – He answered in a steady tone.
I smiled faintly and shook my head as my brain projected the nerve-wracking scene in front of my eyes. As I watched the first seconds of it when Yoongi did nothing to part his lips from the other woman's.
-What I saw...
-I got surprised – He interrupted me with an also surprising confession and my eyes widened.
Yoongi got surprised by a girl kissing him? Chuck it, this was his everyday activity before I would have shown up. He could see the doubting and the incomprehension in my eyes because he shook his head and he showed a faint smile towards me before he would have started to explain.
-She kissed me so fast that I couldn't believe that she dared to do it – He shook his head still and it was as if angriness sparked in his eyes. – That bitch simply kissed me without asking, you get it? When it got to my brain what happened, I think you already turned away.
I nodded that I got it. The madness in his eyes made the story more believable which I already believed since my best friend stated the same, Yoongi's best buddy and the man too on who I haven't seen this many emotions as many he showed me during this few minutes because of what happened.
-You believe me, right? – He asked for the umpteenth time.
Then to my surprise, he bent his head on my chest and he put his hands around my waist to pull me into a childish hug. I blinked few times before I took in that the harsh and icy guy who didn't let himself a smile moreover, his own mother hasn't seen emotions on him, pushed himself into a little-boyish hug into my chest concededly. I smiled faintly and placed my arms around his neck. I slowly stroked his back and slid my hands into his hair to hide them in the soft locks. Yoongi took a deep breath after my action and lifted his head slowly to look into my eyes again.
-Let's forget it? – I asked quietly.
While I still slowly stroked his hair and sometimes I dug my fingers deep into his mint green locks which resembling a softness of a cloud encircled my hands. I smiled faintly while I waited for his answer. To be honest, I didn't want to talk about this further nor remember that. I was tired and exhausted because of the sickness of the previous days and crying which although it took just for a few minutes but it sucked up all of my energy that I could hardly think of anything and I had to force my eyelids after every blink to open. Yoongi also smiled and nodded.
He let one of his hands on my back which remained there from the previous hug but he brought the other on my face and he placed his whole palm on my warm cheek. I slowly leaned down and I gave a quick kiss on his lips which he returned happily. As he started to move his lips on mine his hand moved also and with fine movements, it slid into my hair and I smiled into our kiss. It felt really good and I just realized how addicted I got to his lips and his taste. I missed it but I got it back and I hope I'll never ever lose it again.
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T/N (translator note)
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