Sohee was graced with the gift of more options than someone else might have in a similar situation. She existed between planes, forever shrouded in some ethereal energy that lingered over her skin even in her most human of states, toeing the line between the living and the dead as she manipulated the very essence of her soul, of whatever it was that had mutated in her, made her able to cross the veil at will. She flickered through tangibility, invisibility, humanity, never lingering long at either state, constantly in flux. There were times, too, when she could appear all human and be all ghost, tangible but cold, visible but somehow off, just slightly. The fact that Yoongi's own mutation fit so well with hers perhaps spoke to the resolute lack of fear he possessed for her, that very trait that had drawn her in at first. She reveled in the burn of his gaze and the tremble of his fingertips as they trailed after her own, tracing a path down his torso.
She watched his expression change, lips pulling resolute even as his skin flushed just slightly. She could hear the soft sigh of his breath, the slight waver in his breathing as she woke that ache in him, a thrill of triumph curling her toes against the damp floor, the water a relentless rhythm in backdrop to sinful acts. His gaze was hungry as it swept over her and she grinned, smug and pleased with her success - but she should have known, of course, that he wouldn't relent so easily. Not her Yoongi. Even now, with his cock hard between his legs, with his lips so very close to her own, he insisted he was above it, didn't want it - her - as if that was anything but laughable. Sohee laughed soft when he said it, flickered underneath him as the thrust of his hips surged through her, that indescribable rush of moving through a ghost. "What pity?" she countered incredulous, playful as his teeth grit together, the clench of his jaw evident in the twinge of muscle beneath his temple, his breathing heavy and laden with want. She considered him for a moment, teeth sinking into her lowerlip and drawing it into her mouth before she let it slide free slow, fingers lifting to skim lightly along his cheek - suddenly both very tangible and very human, the sudden warmth of her at an acute disparity with her prior frigidity. "And what if I don't want you so much as I want you to want me." she teased, took the moment of his surprise to trail her fingers down between his legs, curling around his shaft, heavy and hard and hot against her palm as she stroked over the length of him, arched her own hips towards him in suggestion, her gaze steady as it caught his own.
