just one day

89.

I walked out of Yoongi's expensive ass bathroom trying to stretch out his shirt that was barely covering my ass cheeks. I quickly wrapped the towel around my hair, so it could dry before looking down the hallway.

I shut the door behind me looking around for where exactly Yoongi could've been. When I had first walked in here, I had almost lost him. This place was huge only for it to have two bedrooms, a living room and a kitchen.

This place was literally almost the same size as the dorm, I slowly walked down the hallway making my way throughout the large penthouse suite.

"Y-yoongi?" I call out hearing my voice echo sent chills up and down my spine, and the hell was it so cold.

Thankfully, he answers calming me down a bit, "I'm in here." I hear him say causing me to turn the corner, and I stood in front of a door which was already halfway open.

I push the door open, and for reason my eye jot to Yoongi who was sitting at a desk typing quickly on his MacBook.

I cleared my throat announcing my appearance as if he hadn't already known I entered. My eyes notice his desk was placed not to far from his bookshelf, and in the middle of his room was a large king sized bed.

I couldn't help but also notice the large ass mirror directly right behind his bed, causing me to look at him in confusion.

That was odd.

"w-why do you have a mirror right there?" I ask pointing out realizing how strange it was. I notice a smirk appear on his face before he answers, yet he doesn't take his eyes away from his laptop screen.

Not even for a second.

"Why you do think?"

Trust me, I didn't want to believe what I was thinking. I mean for all I knew it was for other purposes, then trying to make sure you look good before leaving out the room.

"Maybe you still have that habit to be a cocky ass wipe like you were in college, so you couldn't help but put a mirror there because you want to wake up in the morning and realize you're so full of yourself." I state sassily.

He chuckles. "You should try it..." he trails off.

"Try being a cocky ass wipe?" I ask him with confusion arching my brow.

He shakes his head, stops typing and looks up at me before responding. "Try looking at yourself while getting fucked senselessly, it'll make you have plenty of flashbacks later on." He states shamelessly and continues to finish typing.

I turn away from him with my cheeks hot, trying to catch my breath and calm the fucking river that was trying to escape my damn legs.

This motherfucker.
I-

I hesitated before shutting my mouth and biting my tongue, I shouldn't have asked. Curiosity killed the cat?

More like, Yoongi did.

Why was he just openly being horny, like I get it. But if kept it up, I don't know how long a bitch can hold out for, my god.

"How was it?" He asks bringing me out my thoughts causing me to turn and look at him.

How was what? Getting railed from behind? I-

"W-What?"

I stutter turning around looking at him, what did he just ask me. I notice a smile appear on his face as he types on his laptop.

"Your shower? Was everything okay?" He asks me.

"Oh... yes." I answer awkwardly, causing me to turn away and bite the hell out my lip. I hear a chuckle escape from him causing me turn and face him.