The alert to his front door chimes loudly through the house and he sits up quickly, looking around, confused, as if woken from a dream. Light is streaming through the split in his black out curtains. It's morning. He turns to see her sleeping peacefully, the covers stretched across her naked body and it makes him smile. He leans down to kiss her forehead, hoping to wake her gently, and she begins to stir. When he hears the door chime again he jumps again, in a panic, and she sits up in the bed, pulling the covers over her breasts.
"What time is it?" she asks, worriedly.
He looks at the pile of clothing on the floor beside the bed and he pulls it closer, reaching into his jeans to find his phone. He checks the time and sees that it's 7:40am.
"Shit they're early," he says, stirred to action. He stands up, grabbing his jeans and pulling them up.
Now in the daylight, she can see the large room she spent the night in, and it's stark empty decor. She looks toward the end of the bed for her clothing and she is faced with two large suitcases, sat in front of his closet. The closet is dark but she can tell that many items have been removed leaving large empty spaces. She's filled with a sense of dread at the idea that this is it. He's leaving. She begins to shake and tears start to fill her eyes. The doorbell chimes again, three times in quick succession.
"It's Jungkook," he says, recognizing his ring.
"Yoongiya, what should I do?" He turns to her as he puts on his shirt. He can see that she's upset. He steps closer and pulls her in to embrace her.
"Wait here, I have to answer the door but I'll keep them in the living room." He bends down and kisses her, long, and slow, almost lifting her off the bed, as though he's kissing her goodbye. He pulls back as the doorbell rings again and he points at her. "Stay in the room. I'll think of something."
He shuts the door and she drags herself and her covers to the bedroom door, so she can listen as he greets his visitors. She can hear the voices of two men, Jungkook she recognizes, and she's almost certain the other voice is Kim Namjoon. She listens as they pass by the door talking and laughing and the voices grow more feint as they round the corner into the livingroom.
She turns to the pile of her clothing on the bedroom floor and she scoops it up, bringing it into the bathroom with her to get dressed.
Jungkook drops down onto the couch and Namjoon sits on the opposite side, nearby.
"Why are you guys here so early?" Yoongi asks, running his hand through his hair and looking slightly embarrassed.
"We went running this morning and decided to head over first. Why aren't you up already?" Namjoon asks.
"I was already packed, and I didn't want to make a big deal of leaving." He shrugs.
"We know hyung, but we planned to say goodbye." Jungkook scoots closer to the edge of the couch, leaning in to him. "And you didn't say goodbye when you left last night." He raises his eyebrows at him suggestively and it makes Yoongi blush and try to avoid him as he begins to giggle. Namjoon watches the exchange, unsure what's going on.
"Yeah, Jimin and Tae are on their way. You're the only person who could get either of them up this early," he laughs.
Yoongi feels awkward, knowing that she's in the room down the hall, and he wonders if there is a way to get her out of the apartment without her having to face his members. He hadn't thought it through last night. He knew the members were coming over, but he didn't plan for how she would leave, and how she might feel and how they would get to say goodbye. He frowns thinking this is a terrible way to leave things with her.
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Just A Taste (MYG x reader/OFC 18+ collection, on going)
FanfictionA new collection of ongoing Yoongi smuts and one shots themed with dinner dates/dinner parties. #1 in SUGAsmut Story one: Just a Taste You are summoned to a meeting with an unknown client to discuss your smut writing, but you weren't expecting the c...