All It Takes Is One Step | Yoonmin

Chapter 58

I'm very unsatisfied with the writing I'm putting out right now in these later chapters, but at least I'm writing. I had some really bad writer's block for awhile there.

But anyway, I'm coming up on the last few chapters. You guys may get a mass upload before long, so be ready. I'm gonna eat then I'll get to work on the last chapter(?) before the epilogue. Which is probably gonna be pretty short, just saying. But anyway, thank you~

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Two hours.

I suppose it isn't as long as I expected around the middle of it all, but by the time Yoongi decided he was done with me, I was pledging to myself that I would avoid mating with the alpha as much as possible as long as possible.

Or at least until I can feel my ass again.

The next morning (noon actually) when I woke up, I found Yoongi on his elbow looking down at me with an endearing but smug smile as he gently rubbed my belly. He knew good and well that he'd pushed my body over the limit last night. And if his face and body language were anything to go by, he was definitely proud of it.

"How do you feel?" He asked as soon as my eyes opened.

I sent him a glare, to which he smirked knowingly. He leaned down and kissed me, continuing to rub my belly.

"Fuck you." I hissed hoarsely. He didn't even try to hold his smile at my voice. I punched his arm for laughing at me, before I rolled out of bed solely to get away from him and his proud alpha attitude.

"Maybe you shouldn't question my abilities next time."

"Shut up asshole." I grumbled as I sniffed the shirt that I'd slept in that somehow remained intact through the long mating last night. I cringed as the smell of sex filled my nose, before I stripped it off and lazily dropped it on the floor.

I look and smell awful, but I don't want to bother with a bath right now.

So I pulled on a shirt and some boxers I had before I went downstairs. I could hear Yoongi following me down in his underwear and shirt only too.

"Good morning."

I huffed a little at my mom's greeting, ignoring her as I walked passed the couch.

"He's just a tad grumpy this morning." Yoongi said with a smug smile as he passed by my mom too.

"Ah." She hummed, before he gave him the once over. "I see you're getting comfortable here."

Yoongi's eyes flitted down to where he had no pants, before he shrugged. "Might as well be shorts."

My mom shrugged back, before she went back to her phone. Yoongi came over to me after his prompt chat with my mom and found me with a straw popped into a half gallon of milk.

He cringed when he saw me drinking straight from the carton.

"You're one of those?"

I sent him a glare. "Mama keeps me my own carton so I can drink it like this."

He hummed, though he didn't like it, clearly.

"What, you have a problem? Don't forget, you kiss these lips. Technically, that's nastier if you think about it."

As I passed by him with my carton, I stood on my toes to whisper in his ear. "You also eat out my ass every chance you get. So who's the one doing the nasty things? I don't think me drinking straight from my own carton quite compares to some of the things you do."