~☆The best part is the chase, especially when he doesn't want to be caught...☆~
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Yoongi is a mysterious new student to your school, and he harbors some secrets - a painful past that he wishes to keep hidden. You aren't the type to let what...
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"Are you okay, Babygirl," he asked, his hand extended to grasp mine and bring me back up to standing.
I stood back up, pulling my skirt down lower.
My hands were shaky, not from the fall, but from the warmth radiating from his hand that still held me.
"I'm....I'm fine. Thanks," I said.
I eyed him......wow he looked so different. He took the sucker out of his mouth for a second, his tongue running over the top of it briefly before it left his mouth. God I was so jealous of that piece of candy.
"Let's get you away from the crowd," he said, his fingers intertwined with mine as he pulled me towards the kitchen.
We got into the kitchen and he brought me over to the kitchen table and chairs, where a few guys were attempting to set up another game.
"Hey, get the fuck out," Yoongi growled.
Two of the guys were taller than Yoongi, and I was pretty sure they didn't go to our school. The third guy I recognized as another Senior.
All three of them just looked at Yoongi, and Yoongi shot them another gaze as if to say, 'What are you waiting for'?! They then picked up their booze and cups, deciding to take the game outside.
Yoongi turned, grabbing me around the waist and picking me up, putting me down on the edge of the kitchen table. He took his time looking me all over, checking my knees for scrapes and such.
"Well, you look to be unharmed," he said, his voice low. His eyebrows were furrowed and worried for me, his eyes scanning my body.
I saw the small flesh colored bandage on the bridge of his nose, and up close I could see foundation on his face covering up the still fading bruises from the fight.
I gasped and pulled back when he lifted his head, the long lashes surrounding his eyes fluttering open as he looked into my eyes.
"You okay there, Babygirl," he chuckled. He knew he had an effect on me.
"I said I was fine. Yoongi, what are you doing here? You hate parties. And you look different. Your hair," I said, reaching up to run my fingers through his fluffy green hair.
He hummed in contentment, coming forward to grasp my thighs and pull my legs open, settling between my legs so his head can be closer for me to touch.
My skirt was so short that in this position everyone would be able to see my underwear, but with him in between my legs, he was blocking anyone from seeing anything.
"I was invited by JoJo. She wanted to borrow my equipment and I didn't know her well to be honest. I also didn't want such expensive equipment here where I couldn't keep an eye on it. It wasn't until we got to talking did she invite me to come along to keep watch over it. Then she told me she was going to try and get you here as well," Yoongi explained.
