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THREE. GREEN-EYED MONSTER

WARNINGS. the big A (angst) but it's still soft, insecurity, smut, oral (f receiving), cum-eating lol, the L-word <3

WORDS. 1, 698

“This is Kieun.”

The first thing you think of is: pretty. Not even just that, but so fucking pretty. Was she a model? You bet she was. There was no way someone that looked like that wouldn’t capitalise on her luck in the birth lottery.

The second thing, though, comes after Yoongi’s voice scratches as she stops by your table. You don’t think too much of it. The restaurant you were at was popular enough that it isn’t off the table to bump into someone familiar. But Kieun wasn’t familiar to you. Not Yoongi.

“You must be his girlfriend,” she smiles kindly, bowing her head ever so slightly.

You flush. No matter how many times you’ve introduced yourself as Yoongi’s girlfriend, or were introduced as Yoongi’s girlfriend—the label never fails to make your stomach flutter.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you return softly before you peer over to look at Yoongi. His face is blank, and you can tell he’s restless with the way his knees shake. You frown to yourself but place a gentle hand over his knee, squeezing his thigh as you catch his attention.

He looks over at you, and you shoot him a reassuring smile. He returns one, though it doesn’t quite meet his eyes.

“Are you free for coffee?” She asks.

You don’t wait for Yoongi’s response and nod.

The second thing is; Kieun isn’t just pretty. Or outstandingly smart. Or nice.

She’s Yoongi’s ex-girlfriend.

You find out halfway through a scone, as she so casually mentions it as passing when she speaks of her old life here before she moved to the states. You recover quickly enough, and to your suspicion, Yoongi avoids your gaze.

She speaks vividly and with passion twinkling behind her eyes. Her stories of the life she’s built for herself is admirable, and you think she looks so cool when she narrates her encounters with bigots and how she put them in their place.

But your mind travels elsewhere. It starts asking the hard questions, ones that you don’t know if you’re ready to hear the answer to. According to her, they’ve been together for over a year. Apparently, they were really in love. You don’t have the guts to ask her why she was telling you this—the current girlfriend.

You wonder why Yoongi hadn’t told you either.

When times up, she bids Yoongi farewell with a tight hug that lingers much longer than you’d anticipated it to be. If you were any less observant, you’d probably not notice the way it held unresolved emotions. You look away when he returns it.

The ride to Yoongi’s apartment is quiet. You have half the mind to ask him to drop you home, but you’d have to speak, and you weren’t sure if your voice wouldn’t shake. So, you remain silent and mull over your thoughts. You notice, though, the looks he sends you every once in a while as the car stops at a red light. You just don’t look back.

You’re slipping off your jacket when he breaks the tense silence.

“Are you okay?”

You nod your head. You had no reason to not be okay. Kieun was a part of his life way before he knew who you were. But your throat still clamps up.

As you’re about to mumble an excuse to head to the bathroom, you feel his large palms press against your waist to spin you around to face him. His expression is torn and apologetic, and he sees your unsureness.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs.

“Why are you apologising?” You shake your head, leaning your head into his chest.

He releases a sigh of relief when he feels you relax into his hold.

“Kieun,” is his simple response. You ignore the way your heart pangs again.

“Don’t be silly,” you huff, “You don’t need to tell me anything.”

He frowns at the way you brush it off, opting to shrug his arms off you as you turn your back to him. You suck in your breath, frustrated at the way tears pool at your waterline. Why were you crying? He didn’t owe you an explanation. You were fresh, a relatively new person in his life.

But you were scared. You were terrified if you were the only one that felt this way. The overwhelming urge to keep him close, to always want to see him, to feel his touch. Everything. You thought—what if you were just … a rebound?

“Look at me,” he begs, voice soft. You stay still because a damned tear escape. You didn’t want him to see you that way.

When you don’t respond, he tugs you by your arm into his chest. He spots the tears even when you duck your head. He doesn’t point it out and you’re thankful. All he does is tilt your chin up, looks at you with earnest eyes that have your heart melting—and kisses you.

He kisses you with a purpose, to map out each crease on your lips with a story to tell you. What started out as an apology traced with his tongue begins to escalate into a fire that erupts in the heat of the moment. Your teeth clash against one another, especially when he navigates your bodies into his bedroom.

When he lays you down and stares down at your body with hungry eyes, you don’t shy away, even if your eyes are red and lips are puffy and you feel your heart clench at every thought of Kieun that lingers.

And as if Yoongi senses this, he makes you forget. He takes you so ardently and desperately, fucking into you with every fibre of his being. His hips slap against your thighs while he holds your knees to your chest and all you can do is moan in pleasure. It’s delirious; the way he gets you so close so quickly.

When he leans close, his necklace dangles in front of your face with a purpose. His eyes force you to look at him even if they threaten to roll back.

“You see this?” He grunts, “This. This is yours.”

He’s referring to your gift. The one he never took off the moment you bashfully dropped it in his palm one day.

“Y-Yoongi,” you whimper, arms wrapped around his shoulders while he grinds his pelvis into your clit. He reaches a hand to grab your cheeks to force you to look at him again when your eyes flutter shut.

“I’m yours,” he tells you, “You’re the only one for me.”

You gasp when he angles his hips upwards to fuck you harder.

“Mine?” You whimper pathetically, tears pooling at the corner of your eyes.

“Yours,” he growls, “Don’t wanna be anyone else’s.”

His words are purposeful when he leans down to press an open-mouthed kiss to your lips. You’re breathing heavily into his mouth, desperately keeping him close until your chests are pressed together. You’re still sobbing in pleasure and in the remnants of your rumination, but Yoongi is there to make you forget.

“Love you,” you gasp, “I-I love you so much.” You cry.

Yoongi’s hips stutter in response but he pushes through—fucking you harder as you feel the squelches of your pussy get louder in response. You’re both so close, so near the edge. So when he intertwine your fingers with his and fucks you impossibly deeper, you’re tipped over.

You cum with a cry of his name, his breath locked into your neck while he sucks and bites on your skin. He cums as well, shooting spurts of his hot love into your cunt as you whimper in pleasure.

But Yoongi doesn’t stop there. He pushes your legs apart and dips his head between your thighs as he flicks his tongue vigorously over your clit.

“T-Too m-much,” you clamp his head between your thighs as your back arches, “Yoongi!”

He doesn’t listen to you. Instead, he growls and pushes his head deeper, determined to get you off again even if your body falls slack in his hold.

“O-Oh, oh,” you squeal when he sucks hard, flattening his tongue across your clit as your thighs shake.

“Don’t deserve you,” he growls into your pussy.

Your head shakes, clutching at his hair, “N-No,” the tears are freely falling at this point. Your chest is heaving while he looks up with his onyx eyes.

“Best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he murmurs.

Your heart soars, tugging pathetically in your chest as you whine. Your pussy quivers uncontrollably as you gasp, feeling the coil come so close to snapping.

You cum again, wet and splotchy as it paints his face and chest with your essence. You’re absolutely breathless, and your tears still wet your face. Your post-orgasm clarity makes you cower in embarrassment at the vulnerability that you displayed. You cover your face, but Yoongi tugs your hands away and forces you to look at him for the third time that evening.

“Do you mean it?” He asks softly.

You blush, eyes darting away as he nudges your cheek with his nose.

“Baby, look at me,” he pleads, “Please.”

You look up, and you see his face.

You don’t see someone who’d toss you aside or someone who’d regard your heart as nothing. You see Yoongi. The person who has entered your life unexpectedly and changed it into a plethora of vibrant colours. He’s in front of you, and that’s all that matters.

“I do,” you whisper, “I really do.”

Yoongi smiles. The small grin that gradually appears on his features, sweat accompanying his breathless expression. You see his gums, the crinkle by his eyes—and you feel so whole.

“I love you,” he says, “You.”

You whine, covering your face even if you’re trying to manage your smile. Yoongi laughs, homey and earnest as he wraps his arms around you. You’re both sweaty and satiated, the cum between your thighs begins to get uncomfortable, but Yoongi’s pressing kisses to your face that you don’t care. You forget about her. Because you aren’t her. You’ll never be her.

Because you know that Yoongi loves you.