Unsatisfied with your life was an understatement. Being under the thumb of your father can have that effect. He wanted someone capable of running the company, but you wanted to pursue your passion. Countless unwanted blind dates and the threat of lo...
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I didn't manage to get my underwear back from Tae. When I attempted to take them back, he bolted. Sprinting through the apartment to stash them somewhere where I, and I quote, "Will never find them".
"Tae, that's the only pair I have right now! I can't walk out of here without underwear. Why do you even want them?" I yelled after him.
Hoseok gave a humorless chuckle as he walked past me, arms filled with the dishes from breakfast on his way to the kitchen. "Let's not ask about that. I'm worried the answer will scar the rest of us for dear life."
I huffed, picking up the last few plates to follow Hobi. Jin stood at the sink, scrubbing away at what had been brought to him so far. As I got closer, to add what I had to his pile, he leaned towards me. Planting a fat kiss on my forehead which made butterflies take flight in the pit of my stomach.
"I'll buy you new ones. Don't worry." He promised.
That was beside the point, but I was too flustered to argue. This all felt so... intimate. A different kind of intimacy than what I had shared with two (or three if you count Tae) of them so far. It was more personal. Like a peek behind the persona everyone else saw on the outside. A type of intimacy for my eyes only. Jimin and Taehyung emerged from down the hall together. Jimin now dressed and looking as handsome as he did last night. Before I could compliment him though, the loud sound of a door slamming cut me off, making Hobi and I both jump.
Jimin and Tae had their faces angled toward the front entryway, brows furrowed in worry as the unmistakable head of silky dark hair rounded the corner. Eyes scanning the room until his feline-like eyes landed on me. He didn't even take the time to shed his coat or his shoes as he stalked towards me. Lips set into a hard frown and eyes tight, shimmering in what I could only describe as frustration. I opened my mouth, intending to ask him what's wrong as he approached, but I didn't get that far.
His hands came up, grabbing my face and pulling me into him. I stumbled forward, not expecting the action, but Yoongi caught me effortlessly, his head coming down in the next second. His lips were soft, but the force behind it was anything but. He kissed me hungrily, dispelling all his anger into it. Not that I minded. It had been a week since I had last seen him, and I missed him greatly. His mouth pried mine open beneath his, letting out a satisfied groan as his tongue dipped into my mouth to meet my own. A throat clearing behind him reminded me of our surroundings.
I pulled away reluctantly. Yoongi followed me, not willing to end it just yet. With one last peck and brush against the swell of my cheek with his thumb, he let me go. Now that I was getting a better look at him, he looked tired. It was something I was unaccustomed to seeing on him, given the fact that I knew how much he appreciated sleep.
"Are you okay?"
He sighed, grabbing my hand to lead me out of the kitchen so we weren't in the way of Jin and Hoseok who had returned to cleaning the dishes. Yoongi and Tae locked eyes. The unsaid conversation passing between them was brief. Yoongi leading me to the couch and Taehyung taking the recliner across from us.
