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Yoongi Part 7

You watch Yoongi from a distance, your heart fluttering at the idea of calling him by his given name. It was something you were still wrapping your head around despite the week you had spent in the comfort of his arms. It would momentarily catch you off guard with how comfortable you've become around him, despite how different the two of you were.

There were things you were beginning to notice about Yoongi that made you fall into a slight obsession. You noticed that he likes keeping people at a distance–whether it's physical or emotional. It becomes more apparent whenever you see Yoongi interact with other people in the office. He would never initiate handshakes or conversations, and though these don't warrant alarms to ring off, it definitely makes you question how he's grown comfortable with the idea of being close to you–at least in a physical sense.

Aside from the two of you crossing physical boundaries, there were still things he kept to himself. He doesn't indulge you with his innermost thoughts, which should warrant some concern, but you were okay with taking things slow–at least, in that manner. Being physically bare in front of Yoongi was far easier than trying to articulate the feelings you had for him. You weren't in a rush to extract his thoughts and feelings since you, too, were trying to sort your own. It was a little confusing for you to understand, but you figure it's best to take things step by step, little by little.

You were also very aware that you easily bend at Yoongi's will. He wasn't forceful with you, but rather you found yourself wanting to please him, as if you were a student thriving to get high marks for class. It was strange because although you were an agreeable person, you wouldn't necessarily say that you were a push over. In fact, you pride yourself on being assertive in situations that call for it. And when it came to the opposite sex, you never wanted to be taken advantage of. You were raised better than that.

"Hey, y/n!" One of the assistant secretaries from the marketing department calls you, breaking through your thoughts.

"Hey Nita, what can I do for you?" You ask with a bright smile.

"Mr. Ok told me to hand over the mock up ads to Mr. Min, but he doesn't seem to be in his office. Can you hand them to him? I have to get back to the marketing floor for a meeting." She asks apologetically.

"Of course, I'll hand these to him when he gets back." You assure her before she hurries away.

It strikes you as a little odd that Mr. Min would be out of his office since his schedule hadn't hinted to anything of that nature. You glance around but don't see him. Instead of calling his work cell, something that would've been smart, you decide to leave the binder on his desk where he'll see it. You didn't want to hold onto it in case you missed him coming back.

When you enter his office, you catch a whiff of his cologne, causing a faint blush to bloom on your cheeks. His scent was something you were growing accustomed to, especially after spending so much time at his place. Neither of you established much the morning after you first slept with him, but that was partially your fault. You knew he was open to addressing any concerns you had, but you were too flustered by his casual state to focus on anything. Only one thing was decided that morning, and it was that you were never going back to being strictly professional with one another. Since then, you've frequented his place almost nightly.