Love Fool | YoongixMalereader | ✔

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The covers around us, windows open and the sound of the soft wind flowing around in my room. I look down at Yoongi, sound asleep, his head on my chest and my left hand going through his hair. I look out of the window and my mind turns off as the trees' leaves move around in the wind. I think back to the kiss and a smile runs onto my mouth, it was my first kiss with a guy, did I hate it? No. Would I kiss Yoongi again? Yes. Am I in love? ...I do not know, I think I am - I love the feeling I get when I am with him, but a tiny spark of fear also grows, the fear of people outside the family finding out.

"Why are you still awake?" A rusty voice comes from beneath me "I could ask you the same" Yoongi wraps his arms tighter around my waist and rubs his face into my chest "Your hand, it stopped going through my hair, it woke me up kid" I grin and starts to run my fingers through his hair again. "Go back to sleep Yoongi" 

He hums and cuddles into my chest again... I do not wish to leave this position at all.

I wake up before Yoongi. I look at him and see that he is still in my arms, I grin at the sight and slowly reach out to grab the book on my bedtable. I pull the blanket higher so that he will not freeze even if it is getting hotter than last night's temperature. We lay there for maybe I do not know how long, the book is almost done and noises from downstairs are now in the garden, seems like my mother is awake. "You think they slept together?" I hear a low sound that comes from my mother "Why do you care?" The other voice is too low for me to hear if it is my father, aunty or someone else "Because-" Her voice disappears, seems like she walks away. I turn my focus back to the book and after a few minutes I hear a small knock on my door "Are you awake son?" It is my father who sticks his head a bit into my room as he stands by the door frame. "Yeah" I whisper and move the book away from my face "Is he asleep?" My father asks and steps a bit more into the room, I nod my head. "Should I tell your aunty to make some coffee?" I nod and my father nods back and walks out of my room, and closes the door after him.

Yoongi starts to move around after some time "Good morning Yoongi" I rub his back as he groans, the sound of his rusty morning voice gives me chills down my spine "Morning kid" I laugh "Stop calling me kid, you would kill me if I called you old man" He laughs at my comment and cuddles even closer to me, his head digs into my neck and his left travels from my waist to my neck "Do not tease me kid" I laugh at his small threat "I am not teasing you old man" His left hand that is on my neck slowly tightens "Would you let an old man like me kiss you?" He starts to kiss my neck slowly, almost feels like torture that I have to wait for him to kiss my neck again "Maybe, but-" I grin as the pressure on my neck tightens just a little bit more. He lifts his body over mine as his eyes land on mine. "But what?" He grins as his forehead nears mine, I lift mine and whisper something into his ear, and the look on his face changes. His eyes are filled with lust and love, the sight that makes my body react. 

"Be careful of what you say, kid, it might have some consequences" "I would love those consequences" I smirk as his grip tightens even more, he leans down and whispers into my ear: "But you will not get the consequences" He lifts himself from the bed and puts a shirt over his head, I laugh and stand up too. 

We go downstairs and see my mother in the kitchen with her arms crossing over each other. "M/N can I talk to you" I look at Yoongi who nods at me "Sure, Yoongi go and get some breakfast"  Yoongi lets go of my shoulder and walks through the kitchen to sit with my aunty and father. "What can I help you with mother?" She stands in front of me and leans up against the kitchen counter, her face is stiff and her body language screams that she is not up for discussion today "I have talked to the priest of the church... And from tomorrow you are going to the church every day until we see some improvement in your behaviour" She says, her voice just as stiff as her face. She expects me to do as she says, most of the time I do but I know what her problem is and I will not let her control what I do in this situation. I walk away and out to sit with my aunty, father and Yoongi, I sit next to Yoongi and take a soft boiled egg from the basket "Are you okay?" My father asks as he pours a glass of orange juice for me. 

"Your wife wishes to send me to church to change my behaviour"