🔞 The Inheritance

18 - Pillow Talk

️⚠️ Trigger warning

Smut/fluff
Strong language

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Haneul's bedroom...

The next day I awoke to faint music playing in my flat. It surely wasn't my phone's ringtone, so whose was it?
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And then I recalled what had happened yesterday... Hobi.

I must have fallen asleep at Hobi's side and he must have brought me home, leaving Hobi to recover.

My head aches and I realised that I was sleeping awkwardly because it had somehow slid off the pillow. In addition to that, something heavy was holding me down, preventing me from getting off the bed. I moved around to pull the blanket off, only to realise a muscular arm was around my waist, pinning me to the bed.
Half panicked, I turned to my right to find the sleeping form of Yoongi.

He was snuggled close to me, his body possessively pressed against my own, one arm under the pillow we slept on (he's such a pillow thief) while the other arm was wrapped around my waist, holding me close to him.

His chin rested on my shoulder, his lips so close to my neck...

Memories of last night flooded back.

Hoseok was in hospital. I fell asleep at his bedside while talking to him.

Yoongi must have returned to Hoseok's hospital room to take me home and found me asleep beside Hobi. I vaguely remembered that it was too late for him to drive home, and he was also sleepy, so I mumbled in my sleep that he could sleep over at my flat instead.

I guess I didn't realise that he had fallen asleep next to me.

Oh well...

It was almost like a dream, but everything was happening so quickly...

I smiled at myself; now, take note that I do not have any favourites, however, I couldn't help feel a special bond with Yoongi. He was the only one other than Jimin that made the effort to connect with me and understand me thus far.
I gently wriggled free from his grasp, but before I got off the bed he stirred, lifting his head off the pillow to look for me, groggily. He pulled me back and snuggled closer.

"Jagiya don't leave me..." Yoongi mumbled sweetly as I tried sneaking off to the bathroom. In his sleep, he placed a soft kiss on my neck...

Oh no... He's starting something.

He still wore the same black shirt and black formal pants he had worn yesterday, but his tie lay sprawled on the bedside table, while his shoes were kicked off at the edge of the bed.

The man was a huge turn on! And he knew it!

Heavens above....please help me stay sane!

Argh! I needed to shower. He's driving me crazy with such wanton thoughts! I managed to wriggle free and run off into the bathroom.

When I returned to my room, Yoongi was already sitting up in bed. The first four buttons of his black, formal shirt were opened, hanging loosely, displaying the smooth muscular chest he had. I spied a bit of the lower bit of his chest and instantly, felt myself blushing a deep shade of scarlet.

Fudging fudge balls... He's teasing me so badly.

"What happened baby? Did you see something you like?" He winked at me saucily, knowing full well that he was teasing me.