Oreo. // m.y.g

21.

Stretching herself from the bed, she looked to her side just to see Yoongi is still sleeping and he looked calm. Smiling to herself, she kissed his forehead making the man hummed before she headed to the toilet. Once she finished washed up, she walk out from the toilet with her hand wiping her hair dry with the towel. Her eyes trailed to Yoongi who was turned to the side facing her, closing his eyes but his hand was opened, indicating that he was waiting for the woman to join him back to the bed.

Yerim smiled before hanging the towel somewhere and went to the bed back with her hair uncombed. He was quick to sense her perfume shampoo and pulled her closer. Now days, even his toilet smell like her. The man finger played with her half dried hair and smiled. His morning has been this nice for sometimes now that he hoped that it will never end. Her in his arms, sometimes body tangled to each other and the first thing that greeted him every morning was her beautiful smile. He is whipped, too whipped that Taehyung might laugh if he knew about his change of demeanour whenever he is with her.

"You wake up too early, it's Saturday for god sake"

"I'm hungry. Besides I need to stop by my house for a while, checking for things. Staying here makes me forget that I have my own home to stay"

"Then move in"

She was surprised by his suggestion that she looked up just to see his sleepy eyes looking at her intently making her feeling butterflies in her stomach. There was a moment of silence before she chuckled and cupped his face in her hand.

"You do realise that me moving in means you have to see me everyday right? If we fight, you and I wouldn't be able to run from each other"

"Why will be running from each other? All you had to do was stay, and we will eventually be in good terms again"

"I don't want having the risk of you being bored at me. Besides, you will need privacy too"

He then shifted his position so that he can nuzzled his face at her chest earning a small shriek by the woman due to the sudden affectionate he is showing. She remembered how annoyed and cold he look when they met the first time and he almost curse him for not knowing what is Oreo. Even when they have been friends, Yoongi never talked much. Only small pep talks and nods were the ones he exchange to her when they met. Probably because Jungkook was always there when they met, and the man didn't speak much. It was Jungkook who had been trying to talk to him, more like asking him to go away.

Now that she remember it, what was the real reason Jungkook didn't like them to be close to each other? Probably he was jealous, but something told her that Jungkook might knew more about Yoongi, more than she was supposed too. She shrugged off the uneasy feeling, putting her full trust on the man in her arms. If he wanted to tell her any secrets, than he will. Late or early, only time will know. At least he heard it from her, not from others.

"I-"

Just when Yoongi wanted to say more, her cellphone rang making the woman startled and let go of him in her arms. She stretched her limbs to reach her phone at the lampstand and surprised to see the dialler was her father. Clearing her throat, she answered the call and asked Yoongi to stay quiet causing the man to smirk but obeyed her words.

"Yes father"

"It is almost ten in the morning, did you just woke up from the bed?"

"I'm already awake father. Is there something wrong?"

"So where the hell are you? I'm right in front of your apartment and had been knocking ten times but no one answered. The lady beside your house tell me you haven't been home for such a long time, but she did saw you when she send her daughter to your school. Are you sleeping somewhere with a man?"

Oh, fuck.

"Where-why are you there, father?"

"Send me your location young lady, or I'll find him by myself and kill him at the spot"

Double fuck.

"I can explain-"

"Lee Yerim, the location. Now." and he ended the call.

Double, triple fuck.

She was shaking by the time the call ended and he looked at Yoongi who had been hearing everything because her father voice was quite loud that Yoongi could hear him clearly. Something in his gut flipped, as if he had once heard that voice somewhere, and it clicked in.

The officer from last night.

Shrugging off his thought, he stood up from the bed and take her phone away before typing something at it. Yerim eyes widen and before she could stop him, the message was sent, and a few second before a new message appeared, saying he will be there in an half of hour. She almost freak out when he pulled her up and smiled, thought he was afraid that his assumption might be real.

"Let's get ready. We don't want your father to see us in this state."

She nodded and quickly make herself look presentable while Yoongi take a quick shower. She then proceeded to clean everything in his house that might disturbed her father eyesight but luckily Yoongi is a clean and neat person. She was about to make some coffee when Yoongi out of nowhere appeared and when straight to the coffee machine to make it. She smiled at the sight before heading to him and hugged his figure from the back but the man didn't flinch.

"I think my father will like you"

"And why?"

"Look at you, in the kitchen"

"I'm simply making coffee for us, Yerim. A simple coffee won't make him like me"

"And you are making it in a kitchen, it is a rare sight to see a man busying himself in a kitchen for someone else"

He laughed and after preparing the coffee, he turned back and pulled her closer to him, no gap between them. She smiled and closed her eyes, as Yoongi leaned in to steal a kiss at her pink pale lips when the doorbell ringing, making the both of them stopped. They let go of each other and Yerim run to the door and opened it in panic, but quickly let out a smile, a smile so stiff because of her fear. He was a strict person, and Yerim knew how mad he can be to the point she almost thought about running back to her mother.

The old man, with a creased forehead eyed her daughter up and down, making sure she wasn't harm in any way and Yerim thank god that Yoongi didn't do any wicked things with her last night. Her father eyes were worn out, indicating he was too dedicated and passionate at his work. Yerim had tried to persuade her father to retired but the man talked back by yelling that a woman like her won't know anything about his work line, making herself less interested about him. Her father was strict, and part of Yerim hated it.

"You are not inviting me in?"

"Oh, yes, come in."

She give him a space to enter after taking of his shoes and the old man walked in. He may be old, but his figure was firm and tall, only a few strands of his hair is white and he doesn't need a cane to walk. His eyes looked at the interior design, slowly praising the minimalist style his daughter secret boyfriend have. The smell of black coffee invaded his nostrils and he looked at the source, just to see Yoongi with a tray of coffee in his hands looking at him.

"So you are my daughter fling, I see"

If Yoongi didn't control himself from before, the tray would have fall and coffee might splash everywhere which will only rose suspicion.

Yerim father, is the officer last night.