His hand is oddly cold wrapped tightly around your wrist. The tips of his fingers sure to leave an indentation at least for a few seconds. The way he managed to whip you around and press you against the back of the door you had just been about to open and walk through, surprised you. The level of intensity in his eyes as they pierced right through you made your breath catch in your throat. He was frustrated, you could feel it, like a summer day's warm breeze against every inch of your skin. It made you shiver, the closer he leaned in the more you wanted to step back but you couldn't move. The door were blocking any escape; and Yoongi, any other move you could make. Your back and hand pressed against the cold wood door, you couldn't manage to tear your eyes away from him.

"I'm sorry," the words were so soft contrasted with the image before you.

His other hand reached up, brushing the hair he had made askew behind your ear, making you shiver. He noticed. That smirk. Your frown. He leaned even closer, the warmth of his breath against your ear. Lips, brushing against your lobe,

"Forgive me. Don't go."

Feeling your heart hammer out of your chest made you feel so self conscious. It didn't make sense for him not to be able to hear it but you knew better. He didn't, only you. The flush to your cheeks frustrated you but what was worse was how easy he was making you melt. Yoongi's chocolate eyes found yours and while his intensity didn't falter, the f