Temptation [ Min Yoongi | ENG ]

T W E N T Y T H R E E

I woke up overwhelmed under the weight of my comforter and the heat that emanated from Yoongi's body that hugged my waist from behind. I noticed that it was still dark beyond the curtains in my room and looked for my phone to find out the time, but it wasn't on my nightstand. I huffed in frustration. One of my neuroses is the need to know the time.

This irritation early in the morning made me wake up for good and I slipped from his arms out of bed, grabbing my shirt and leggings that were on the chair in the corner of the room. I went to the kitchen and got my medication, swallowing it with some water.

I filled the kettle to make our tea and took the breakfast things out of the fridge. I took a sweatshirt, the package Timo handed me last week, my pack of cigarettes and lighter and opened the door to the terrace. Putting on my slippers before leaving, I sat on the small sofa in front of the coffee table and started to prepare a joint.

I was just finishing it when Yoongi appeared through the door, walking fully dressed towards me and sitting next to me. His face was still puffy and his hair was a mess and that sight made me smile.

"I need to have coffee at your place, if I'm going to continue sleeping here." His voice was hoarse and low.

"I'll go get groceries later, so tell me which brand you like." I said before I licked the paper I had rolled the joint with.

"Good way to start a Saturday." He smiled as he watched me finish the joint. I rested it on the coffee table and then took two cigarettes out of my pack and offered one to him, which he accepted promptly.

We smoked while watching the sunrise, chatting casually and had a hearty breakfast before going back to bed.

It was already early afternoon when we decided to migrate to the living room sofa to watch something.

"I need to go to the supermarket before the afternoon ends..." I commented lazily.

"Do you want me to go with you? I hate shopping, lately I've been ordering my groceries online."

"No, it's cool. I like it, but, honestly, I didn't want to leave the house today. I don't like to order online when the store is so close to me."

"So I'll go with you. I just need to change my clothes..."

"I can lend you something... I have some jeans that should fit you, if you don't want to wear leggings." I laughed at the face he made, shocked by my suggestion. "Just to go shopping, I need to do laundry too, we wash yours along with mine. Or do you prefer to go to your place just to change before going to the supermarket with me?"

"No, I guess you're right."

The jeans didn't fit and Yoongi ended up going to the storr with me wearing my leggings and one of my oversized sweatshirts. He was not embarrassed, the leggings were not much tighter than the skinny jeans he normally wears. He has amazing legs and I had to control myself to keep me from staring. He in those pants made me want to get them out of him before we even got to the supermarket.

The weekend passed by fast and he stayed with me until Sunday night in the safe haven I call home. We let our cell phones discharge without a care two it%.

We talked again about our expectations and the expectations of our friends and he reinforced that he was going to talk to Timo and Dirk, which already meant that Lotte and Tulip would also know that we wanted to take it easy. Soon everyone in the group would know it too.

I also needed to speak to Maud, who had kindly offered me her shoulders to lean on, but I decided that I would speak to her later in the week, probably in person, when I was fine enough to go to the bar.

When he finally left me alone on Sunday night, I felt lonely. Usually my solitude was welcomed, but this time it was not the same as before. I wanted to continue talking to him... about casual things and important things. I wanted to have him at my fingertips and taste his mouth; the smell of his neck. I wanted to feel the warmth of his hands and the weight of his body on mine.

I was missing the feeling of euphoria that he started to cause me. A feeling that I had not felt for a long time and with which I was easily accustomed. I was afraid that without him I would feel the other things again. I was afraid of being afraid and I knew that feeling very well, that insecurity.

I grabbed my phone and turned on some music to calm my nerves and focus on the good aspects of what has happened to me since the last day of the last year. And what had happened to me was Min Yoongi.