All It Takes Is One Step | Yoonmin

Chapter 19

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After school ended, Yoongi took me to get his ruined basketball gear and let me have it. I snuck a few sniffs of the shirt, basking in his scent while he wasn't watching, until we got to his car.

Yoongi clenched his teeth, trying to keep quiet whenever he saw the damage on his car. He looked a bit annoyed as he got in the car, sending me a little glare that I ignored before he took me to go and get some new sweats and knee guards.

After a boring hour of Yoongi meticulously looking at knee guards before just throwing some random sweats he saw into the cart on top of my snacks I collected, he paid for everything and we were on our way to his house. I stared with a gaping mouth at Yoongi's nice house as he pulled up, parking in the empty driveway before he motioned for me to get out.

"Let's hurry before my parents get here."

Feeling immense anxiety at potentially meeting Yoongi's parents, I quickly followed after Yoongi as he unlocked the front door for us and led me inside to his room.

Whenever we got inside, I blushed a little when he started to try on the sweats he got, whilst pointing at his dresser.

"Third drawer, left side."

I perked up, quickly skittering over to his dresser and getting on my knees to look at what I might get. I found a couple of older looking shirts inside, that all had a faint scent on them.

He's giving me leftovers?

I pouted a little, rummaging through the drawer and sniffing each shirt I came across, looking for the ones with the strongest scents. But even then, they were all still faint scents.

I sent him a little pout that he definitely caught. He had been watching the behavior with a little smirk and came over to me. He opened the drawer above it and pulled out a shirt from the top.

"One." He mumbled in my ear. "You have to take the others from the third drawer."

I whined quietly at him, but whenever I leaned forward and smelled the shirt, it smelled thickly of his natural scent, not even his cologne was there. I perked up, snatching the shirt from him and hugging it close. He smiled at me, pecking my temple sweetly whenever he saw me happy, before he took off his own shirt and looked for a different one from the drawer.

Damn he has nice abs.

Are you saying if I spread my legs for this man, I'll get to lick those?

Shoot--do I even have to spread them?

What would he do if I just...?

Against what was probably my better judgment, I leaned closer to the alpha while he was distracted and licked a long line from the rim of his sweatpant's waistband to the third row up up his faint six pack.

Next thing I know, Yoongi had an arm wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me closer and encouraging me to keep licking.

And who the hell was I to say no?

After licking his abs a few more times and figuring out after a few tries how to leave hickies, I was satisfied that I had marked him up sufficiently for my needs. I had my arms wrapped around his hips, and sent him an innocent smile upwards, seeing the way he was staring down at me, breathing deeply as he seemed to be trying to ignore the boner my chest was pressed up against.

"One second I think I have a cute innocent baby for a boyfriend, next thing I know you're voluntarily on your knees, licking my abs. Did you enjoy yourself?"

I purred, giving him the answer he expected.

"Ah..." He sighed. "Of course you choose the one place and time to be sexy when I can't fuck you." He groaned, running his fingers through his hair a bit exasperatedly before he grabbed me under my armpits and lifted me up. "Come on, baby. Let's go to your house before my parents get here. I'm not ready for them to see my cute baby yet."

And I'm not ready to meet them, but why do you want to hide me from them?

I'm a good boy that parents would okay bringing home, right? I mean, that's more than I can say about fuckboy Yoongi...right?

"Why do you not want your parents to see me? Are you ashamed of me...?" I asked softly, giving him a curious tilt of my head.

"No, baby. I have strict parents. They're not going to be happy that I'm dating a puppy boy like you. No prestigious family background or anything, you know. The cliché bullshit. My family is like that."

Oh.

Well--no family background...?

Hmm...

I had a little curious pout on my face as I tried to decide if my renowned fashion designer mother who always went to soirees and stuff, counted as a prestigious background.