The Press Conference

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Y/N's POV

You closed your eyes and focused on Yoongi's breathing. You knew he wasn't sleeping and it didn't seem like he would sleep any time soon.

Things had gotten heated up because you made them that way, because your treacherous body wanted to have him even when your mind was still hesitant. But you couldn't help it. Yoongi made you feel safe and sound, wanted and pretty. The way he treated you and the way he went out of his way to make sure you knew what you meant to him made your body and mind weak…and still, he seemed to know you better.

He pulled on the breaks and you realized it was the right move. You were trying to feel good and validated, but that didn't mean you were ready for sex and he knew it. He still made you feel good and his words gave you hope. Hope for more. That was all you needed.

You felt Yoongi move, gently rolling you off of him and covering you back with the blankets before his alarm even rang. It was too early but it was what it was. 

You would never understand how Yoongi and the other idols managed to go to school, study, do homework, house chores AND train. Then, after debuting, continuing to work so hard it took a toll on their health. And now, even after ten years and hundreds of records broken, they still didn't get to rest.

You were reluctant to face the day. You didn't want to let Yoongi go, but come Saturday, you'd get to be with him all day. Stretching your arms, you groaned.

“Shh…sleep baby, it's too early.” He whispered. 

“What time is it?”

“It's a quarter to six, I just need to shower. Go back to sleep.” He kissed your forehead.

“Mmmkay,” you said and hugged your pillow. You heard him chuckle and walk to the bathroom. When you heard the shower running, you sat up and after rubbing the sleep off your eyes, you went to the kitchen to get the kettle going and you ground some coffee. You looked through your cabinets and found two tumblers, a Shooky one and a Chimmy one.

After brewing the perfect cup, you poured equal amounts on each tumbler and covered them. You weren't sure if Yoongi would want his iced, so you decided to wait for him to come out to make it. 

Since you were already up, you made the bed and prepared your clothes for the day, waiting for your turn in the shower. 

Yoongi came out at around 6:15, smelling of you. Yeah…that was not going to raise suspicions at all.

“Baby,” he looked around at the made bed and your clothes neatly displayed on it, “you should've kept sleeping, it's too early for you.” He caressed your face.

“Gwenchana. The bed was cold without you.”

Yoongi groaned, “You make it so hard for me to have to leave. Why can't I just keep you with me all day?” He pulled you into a hug and swung your bodies from side to side. 

“I made you coffee but I didn't know if you wanted it iced or hot?” You said, squeezing him.

“Hmm. I think I'll have it iced. I still need to properly wake up” 

“You got it, babe.” You pulled away from him and walked towards the kitchen.

Yoongi watched you go, admiring your ass under your t-shirt and sweats. He was whipped. 

You poured out the coffee from the tumbler into another cup, filled the tumbler with ice and poured the coffee back into it, closed the lid and gave it to Yoongi.

“Chimmy? Really?” He chuckled.

“Hey, don't hate on my BT21 collection,” you playfully hit his chest, “I have invested a lot of money in it. I also have your whisky glasses.” You opened the cabinet door and displayed the things you brought to Korea. “I didn't bring everything because I figured I'd buy more things here. Today, I'm taking Shooky with me.”

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