vVv

It felt like the game had just started, but yet, it was half time. You were down by just a few points, although that stupid ref had made a bad call which resulted in the other team scoring two points off free throws.

"We'll come back," one of your teammates said. You nodded, before taking a sip of your water and allowing some of it to spill on your face, hoping it would cool you down.

Yoongi was keeping score like you had been the previous day. You'd caught his eyes a few times, particularly when the bad calls were bad, his eyes had flashed black and sharp.

You felt his gaze on the back of your neck, but you didn't want to turn around and look at him. His eyes would look soft and it would only want you to collapse into their deep brown velvet.

vVv

Half time ended and you were back on the court. Your legs already ached from pounding up and down the court. You dribbled the ball and signaled to your team which play you wanted to do.

Within seconds, the ball left your hands and you were running down towards the basket, trying to beat your defender there. The ball game back to your hands and you tossed it up towards the basket, but your defender caught up and you fell backwards.

It was just like that day you first hooked up with Yoongi, landed square on your ass, but this time it hurt more.

But, you still made the basket. And a foul should've been called. But, it wasn't.

You got back up and watched as the score changed. You'd managed to tie it up. But, you still needed to pull ahead.

vVv

The end of the game was a blur. You barely remembered the final free throw you'd made, or how the Kyung-jae could do nothing to prevent the buzzer as you threw up the ball.

You were lifted in the air before you could even comprehend what happened, your vision going black momentarily from the excitement. The stadium roared and your fellow teammates had sat you on their shoulders.

A few of the boys had come down from the stands to join the festivities. You heard a few shouts your way, but couldn't distinguish them from the crowd.

You were eventually carried into the locker room where they put you down and everyone began to go about their business. Although, there was still a bounce of giddiness throughout your team. They all wore huge smiles and had seemed to forget their sore muscles.

Yoongi (5:32pm): Congrats, I knew you would do it

You smiled and put your phone away just before you were drenched in Gatorade.

vVv

Your hair was still wet when you threw your gym bag into Yoongi's trunk. You could still smell the orange flavored Gatorade in the ends of your hair and from the wet clothes you'd shoved into your gym bag.

You and Yoongi had barely spoken since after the game. It obvious he was tired from the way his face set like a statue.

"Yoongi, if you're too tired, I don't mind waiting until tomorrow," you said.

He shook his head. "I want to get back tonight."

His hand patted your bare knee and you couldn't help but feel your core heat up. It was such an innocent action. Father's tapped their daughter's knees lightly when they made a stupid joke. Friends slapped each other's knees when watching a comedy. All innocent, they meant nothing. But, Yoongi's touch--soft and subtle--was far from innocent.

You were only a half hour into the drive when Yoongi nearly rear-ended the car in front of you when traffic stopped.

"Yoongi!" you said, reaching out an circling your hand around his wrist. "You're too tired, let's just pull off."

"Y/N, I swear I'm fine. I'll just stop and get some coffee."

"Why are trying to rush this? You know," your voice wavered for a moment. "You know, this might be the last time we really see each other."

He nodded. "I know."

Sure, you and Yoongi would probably see each other around campus the next couple months before graduation, but not everyday. There would no longer be after class practices until late at night or games where you could admire each other from the stands.

"Come on," you said. "Let's get off the next exit and find a hotel. You need your sleep."

Yoongi nodded, although you could see from the way his knuckles turned white on the steering wheel and how the car sped up to just over the speed limit, that Yoongi knew it was more than about sleep.

vVv

Yoongi pulled over in an abandoned parking lot, towards the end where the lot where the light of the streetlights barely reached.

"Backseat," he said, his voice and strained. He shut off the car and left the keys on the front seat as he opened his door and climbed into the back.

You opted just to climb over the console and between the seats to reach the back. You could already feel your body twitching in anticipation of Yoongi's touch and his lips on yours.

You'd barely sat down when your back was flat against the seat and Yoongi's lips encompassed yours. You felt as his arms came to rest on the car door behind you and his feet were on either side of your own.

You could already feel the button of his jeans against your core and your legs shook, causing Yoongi to chuckle under his breath as he shifted on top of you.

"Yoongi," you said, taking the opportunity of his lips being off yours. "Can I give you that blowjob now?"

Yoongi nearly whined as he shook his head as he sat up. You hesitated, not sure if there was enough room for you to kneel on the floor.

"Just lean over, baby," he said. "It doesn't have to be complicated." You did as he said, laying on your side with your shoulder resting against his thigh and your head near the top of his jeans.

 He undid his jeans and allowed his penis free of it's confines. While it wasn't the first time you'd had sex with Yoongi, it was the first time you were seeing his penis in any detail.

It was bigger than you remembered. Although, the last time you'd seen it, it had only been briefly before it was inside of you.

Your eyes went wide and you felt your cheeks warm. You weren't regretting your decision, but you felt the back of your throat constrict at the thought of what you were about to do.

"It's okay if you're scared," he said. "I'll be gentle, I promise." His hand came to the back of your hair and took hold of your ponytail, wrapping around his hand and burying his fingers in the hair smoothed against your head.

You took him in your mouth and closed your eyes. You spent most of your time around the tip at first, trying to ease yourself in. Yoongi kept his hand on your head, but didn't force you down further, instead rooting his hand on the back of your head.

"If it hurts, stop, okay? I don't want to hurt you."

Yoongi moaned as you slid further down. His penis was almost entirely in your mouth and you wrapped your hand around the base. He squirmed around you, and you smiled as you began to bob your head up and down, swirling your tongue around him.

"Fuck." His head lulled back against the seat and you caught the sweat dampening the hair that hung over it. "Baby girl, you're sure you've never done this before."

"Mmhmm," you said, making eye contact through your lashes, which seemed to only drive him closer to the edge. He twitched in your mouth and he lost hold of your hair.

"Get up," he said, his voice rough. "I don't want to cum in your mouth. "

Your brow furrowed, but you lifted yourself off of him. Almost immediately he came in his hand and let out a deep breath.

He mumbled your name as he reached down and re-buttoned his jeans. He then went to wipe his hands on his shirt. Before you could process what you were doing, your wrapped your hand around his wrist and stopped him.

Yoongi's mouth hung half open and his eyes looked at you tiredly. You pulled his hands towards you and took two of his fingers into your mouth. They tasted like sweat and salt.

It took Yoongi a few moments to realize what you were doing, but soon, he had curled his fingers against your tongue and once they were clean, he inserted two more.

It almost made you tired. Your eyelids began to droop as he pulled the last finger out.

"My God," he said, pulling you onto his lap. "You're absolutely perfect." He planted a few kisses in your hair and wrapped his arms around you. His hands resting in your lap.

"I'm tired, Yoongi."

"Go to sleep, Princess. We'll go home in the morning."

You didn't waste any time. You allowed your head to fall against the place where his shoulders met his neck and fell asleep.

vVv

When you woke up, you were back in the passenger seat and recognized the scenery as just outside of town.

"Good morning," Yoongi said, smiling over at you. It was evident he had stayed awake most of the night, bags adorning his eyes and the coffee in the cup holder. "Sleep well?"

You nodded. "I don't know how you managed to move me without waking me up."

"I was careful," he said.

You smiled. As Yoongi took the exit towards your apartment, you felt your chest constrict.

"I don't want this to be the last time we see each other."

Yoongi's hands tightened on the wheel. "We'll see each other around."

"Yoongi," you said, your voice just an octave above a whine. "You know what I mean."

"You're going to get signed to the Ravens and I'm going to work on my mixtape. That's how it's supposed to be."

"But, I love you," you said, the words finally coming out without any "thinks" or "mights" attached. You no longer thought you loved Yoongi, you knew.

"No, you don't. You can't." His voice wavered and the last thing you wanted was for him to cry, or get upset.

"Yoongi, why can't this continue? Sure, we won't be together at practice anymore, but it's not like we can't make time to see each other."

"I'll hold you back, Y/N. I'm not going to be making money. At least not for the first few years. Maybe not at all."

"I don't care about that."

"I know," he said. "But, you don't deserve someone who you'd have to support. You don't deserve me, Y/N. I love you, too. It's why I have to let you let you be alone."

Tears welled up in your eyes and you reached over and brought your hand to his. You knew you couldn't convince him that he was wrong and that you were the one who didn't deserve him.

He pulled up to your apartment and put the car in park. You both just sat there for a moment, not wanting to leave, but not knowing what to do. His fingers traced over your own and you never wanted to forget the feeling of his skin on yours.

No one ever tells you that the hardest part of falling in love is letting them go. That letting the person you love slip through your fingers might be the ultimate way you show your love.

Before your hand slipped from Yoongi's, your lips touched briefly. Your free hand tangling in your hair and his coming to rest on your cheek. You pulled away what seemed simultaneously, your lips and hands parting at the exact same time.

"Good luck, Y/N."

"Good luck, Yoongi."