"Tell me something I don't know." Yoongi requests, laying down on the carpet seductively. His fingers brush his sweatpants, and he bites his lip but then regrets it.
"Okay, here it goes." I take a deep breath and start talking suggestively. "I got stung by a bee."
Yoongi's face goes blank at my answer.
"Why didn't you tell me before?" He gasps dramatically.
"You weren't there." I sigh.
"What do you mean? When did it happen?" He licks his lips.
"12 years ago."
He stops licking his lips.
"You waited 12 years to tell me this?" He starts clapping, "dedication! I'll have to tell you something in return."
I lay down seductively, waiting for his sultry response. I fan myself, preparing for what was about to come.
"A man threw a stone in my direction with full force." He speaks in a raspy tone, maintaining the weird sexual facade we had going on.
"Then?" I gasp.
"It hit my phone, and it broke into pieces." He lies down next to me, hugging his knees and pretending to cry.
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✑ 2 bored songwriters | m.yg ✑
Fanfictionintertwined like vines embracing pillars, they were the 2 bored songwriters. [reader insert] [gender neutral]
